Nickelback – Song On Fire

Light this old guitar on fire, I’d still hear the notes
I could set this, I could set this
[Chorus]
Impossible describing love
Tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon
I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke
But it depends which one I’m standing on
Tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon
I can’t believe that I can breathe without you
I’m dying to show you
This could end happily ever after
But all I need to do is carry on
Play it for the world, but it won’t mean much
I could set this song on fire

And all you have to do is sing along
[Bridge]

I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke
Play it for the world, but it won’t mean much
Unless I sing this song to you
I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke
I write lines down, then rip them up

And there’s a tear that falls between the pages

I could set this song on fire
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Unless I sing this song to you
The first words that come out
Drown the melody in water, I’d still hear its ghost
I know that pain’s supposed to heal in stages
Sing it with somebody else, but we’d be out of tune
Describing love can’t be this tough
[Pre-Chorus 1]

Play it for the world, but it won’t mean much
The next line I write down
Play it for the world, but it won’t mean much
I could set this song on fire
I write lines down, then rip them up
And I can see this song will be about you
I could set this song on fire

Sing this song to you
There doesn’t ever have to be disaster
I could throw it in the river and watch it sink in slowly
[Outro]
Tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon

[Verse 1]
I could set this, I could set this
Sing this song to you
[Chorus]
I could throw it in the river and watch it sink in slowly
Unless I sing this song to you
[Chorus]
[Post-Chorus]
I wanna sing this song to you
I could throw it in the river and watch it sink in slowly
[Verse 2]
Unless I sing this song to you

Coldplay – All I Can Think About Is You (Lyric Video)

All I can think about is you
[Chorus]
[Piano Solo]
Chaos giving orders
Everything is falling all around you
Love is the only thing left that’s true
[Verse 1]
It’s all I can
Go

I wonder where they’ll go, ah
But now, all I can think about is you
Bird stuck on the ground
The whole world on a flight path
[Intro]
It’s all I can do

It’s all I can do

I want to walk in a two

It’s all I can
Trouble’s on the outside, I know

It’s all I can
If all that i’m on earth to do
[Outro

[Guitar Solo]
All I can think about is you
One, two, three
It’s all I can
It’s all I can do
Fish fell out of water
All I can think about is you
Everything is upside down
Is solo, then what a lone poor shoe

Tinie Tempah – Holy Moly

I don’t do this for no bants
Boy, you tired, go to bed
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Parties in the SLS
Nah, come on T, man
Still got Oysters and that
Oh my god, look at my Roley
And my house is like my exes
You best run back to your older boy
Stacking I go getting rich
My Lamborghini
Look at my squad
Look at my squad
Everything that’s in my head
I’m alive and I’m a ledge
I got a mac by five guys, anyone can get this smoke
The kids all know the plate
In Australia for a show
I know young Gs is gon’ FaceTime if they wil’ out like Soulja Boy
You in the ghetto getting nicked
I got steaks and overheads
No trace, no witness
‘Raris in the SLS
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Closed mouths don’t get fed
Oh my god, look at my Roley
When this morning, made some eggs
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Imhotep in the flesh
I’m a boss
I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m a fucking nervous wreck
I’ve got makeup on my dick
Rocking YSL and shit
Yeah, fuck it, I’m a selfish prick
It look like Jaws
Lambo all tinted
I just say it, then it’s pressed
Moses told me that it’s lit
Not even chatting to these bruddas, man
Kings all in my lineage
I don’t do this for my ‘Gram
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Champagne glasses in the whip
Someone tell ’em that he’s broke
Like rah
Chicks go all the way
Pray to God for forgiveness
Wore no collars when we met
For your bae in my bed
Why you tweeting me this shit?
Look at my squad, like holy moly
In a Porsche
It’s Michael Kors
It’s very posh
It’s one phone call away
I have things but not success
Someone tell ’em that the boy done seen a mill at 24
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Niggas say it with their chest
You’re alive, so why you dead?
Look at my squad, like holy moly
You ain’t fucking relevant
Time’s different on their wrists
That’s not a Roley
Boujee bastard in the flesh
Too much sauce
Look at my squad
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Too much sauce
Not even oyster perpetuals
Sound like Kanye when he raps
Too much sauce
God, I hate these sycophants
You in Shoreditch doing coke
Too much sauce
They’re boys, man, baby boys
Holy cow, holy shit
Someone tell ’em that I’m woke
Make up stories in their heads

Dance Gavin Dance – Summertime Gladness

Kiss yo ass goodbye
Shoved that dagger through the back of my heart
I test this cable, I plugged into a tree
My rock is solidbucks, these people amenities
That don’t make you my baby
(Now you’re just another scar)
Turn around slow and rear yo head
Kiss my kiss yo ass goodbye
Kiss yo ass goodbye
(Now you’re just another scar)
All of my pride, but I can’t this time
Kiss my kiss yo ass goodbye
Kiss yo ass goodbye
Gave me rabies in the back of my car
Kiss my kiss yo ass goodbye
You know my origin story, born in the cemetery
Get another round of weirdo in em

Shoved that dagger through the back of my heart
Now you’re just another scar
Fed me skittles on a burial ground
I’m into stupid apps, like cry-yo-own self back to sleep
Now you’re just another scar

Gave me rabies in the back of my car
Kiss my kiss yo ass goodbye

Just because it feels so good that don’t make
Kiss my kiss yo ass goodbye

Kiss my kiss yo ass goodbye
Maybe for life
Fed me skittles on a burial ground
No one allowed to solve the riddle, ha
Kiss yo ass goodbye

I followed
So you’d borrow
Me for the night
Kiss my kiss yo ass goodbye
Kiss yo ass goodbye
Shoved that dagger through the back of my heart
Get another round of weirdo in em
Now you’re just another scar
Kiss yo ass goodbye
Endorphin orphan morphin
(Now you’re just another scar)
I play the tokin tone from straight off the leaf

Kiss yo ass goodbye
There’s a clue in a plant and it can bite off the teeth of disease
No one allowed to solve the riddle, ha
I got the smoothest roots that spew out the feet

Only on occasion do lose my patience

Must have you misunderstood little girl you’re a dangerous lady

Kiss yo ass goodbye
Making flirty faces, rounding out the bases
I just swallow
Lemon cheese equally

Ohh
Turn around slow and rear yo head
1+2 is nine times red
Kiss my kiss yo ass goodbye

24hrs – What You Like (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa)

I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I said, "Baby get the fuck out of here"
Send your first and last name for the flight
Was Backwoods but now she smokin’ paper planes
Send your first and last name for the flight
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
[Hook: 24hrs]
Me and Hit in the Wraith driving fast
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
Pick you up with a fat pre roll
Getting money every day, what I strive
I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
Told her, "Baby, got the condo by the Staples"
On the Instagram I see all the likes
I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
What you like, what you like, what you like, what you like
It’s Young Khalifa man, only spittin’ facts

Don’t confuse me with all the hype
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
Shawty from the Bay, she in New York

On the Instagram I see all the likes
I don’t mix my liquor with no juice
[Verse 1: 24hrs]
[Intro: 24hrs]
What you like, what you like, what you like, what you like
She said, "Bein’ with a broke boy is my fear"

I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Send your first and last name for the flight
I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
[Hook: 24hrs]
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like

"I ain’t pressin’, I know you a busy man"
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I told her I’ll pick her up if she ain’t able
What you like, what you like, what you like, what you like
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
Don’t worry ’bout it, I’ma send the car to you
[Hook: 24hrs]
Let her man go ’cause that nigga whack
She say, "20 where the fuck we finna stay?"
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
She said, "20 I got friends out here"
Shawty from the A, she in L.A
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
Got a bad bitch that stay in LA Liv
I’m a Virgo so I don’t know how to act
I told her I’ll send an Uber if they near
She said, "Dolla when you comin’ on tour?"
I told her, "Baby get the fuck up out of here"
Told her, "Hit me when you ready to go"
On the Instagram I see all the likes
When I’m near, she let me fuck, but she don’t stay
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I don’t chase no bitch, I let her choose
She said, "Dolla, I got friends for your man"
Told her I’ma get a suite off 40 deuce
Taught her how to suck a dick the right way

Got a bad bitch stayin’ where your spurt
I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night

24hrs and you know it’s Hit-Boy
[Hook: 24hrs]

I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
Told her I was down at the Fontainebleau
[Outro]
Baby, you should finish up your task
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
24 hits, 20 with your bitch
Send your first and last name for the flight

You a freak so I’ma hit it from the back
On the Instagram I see all the likes
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Seen your friend on Snapchat, bring her through
She said, "Bein’ with a rapper is my fear"
Gettin’ money everyday, that’s my work
Got a bad bitch down in M.I.A
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like

Miley Cyrus – Malibu (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
And I wanna thank you with all of my heart
Next to you
You would explain the current, as I just smile
I never came to the beach, or stood by the ocean

[Outro]
The sky’s more blue in Malibu
I never would’ve believed you if three years ago you told me
And it’ll be us, just for a while
And you’re there to save me
Next to you
I never went boatin’, don’t get how they are floatin’
And sometimes I get so scared of what I can’t understand
‘Cause it’s supposed to be this hot all summer long
We watched the sun go down as we were walking

[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
I’d spent the rest of my life standing here talking
‘Cause now I’m as free as birds catching the wind
Hoping that you’ll stay the same, and nothing will change
It’s a brand new start
I never sat by the shore, under the sun with my feet in the sand
The sky is so blue in Malibu
I’d be here writing this song
Next to you
Next to you
But here I am, next to you
But you brought me here and I’m happy that you did
Next to you in Malibu
The sky’s so blue in Malibu
I always thought I would sink, so I never swam
Next to you in Malibu
Do we even exist?
We are just like the waves that flow back and forth

Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning
A dream come true in Malibu
But here I am, next to you
That’s when I make the wish, to swim away with the fish

Miley Cyrus – Inspired (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

I know that sounds so strange, to think
There won’t be no trees, or air for us to breathe
We are meant for more
How can we escape, all the fear, all the hate?
Pull the handle on the door, that opens up to change
We are meant for more

I know that sounds so strange
We are meant for more

[Verse 1]
There’s a lock upon the door, but we hold the key to change
We are meant for more
[Outro]
Thinking about the days coming home with dirty feet
Death is life, it’s not a curse
So when I’m feeling sad, he makes me feel inspired
Is anyone watching us down here?
Pull the handle on the door, that opens up to change
[Chorus]
Is anyone watching us down here?
‘Cause you’ve always felt so small, to think
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]

I know it sounds so strange
Pull the handle on the door, that opens up to change

Or playing with my dad, all day in the creek
Starting with the bees, or else they’re gonna die
I’ll start feeling mad, but then I feel inspired
Reminds us of time, and what it’s worth
I’m writing down my dreams, all I’d like to see
How can we escape, all the fear, all the hate?
Oh, I hope you feel inspired
And I hope you feel inspired
‘Cause you’ve always felt so small, but know you aren’t at all
He somehow has a way of knowing what to say
To make the most out of it while we’re here

Pryde – Window of a Honda

Blowing doja out the window of a Honda
I’ma warm you up
I get high, she get low

[Verse 2: Pryde]
Get you right
[Intro]
Set it up, set it up, oh yeah
I’ma warm you up
In the morning
Richvale Summer, number dos

Baby, set it up, set it up, I come around
[Verse 1: Pryde]
She hang with a pretty, young player because she fuck with the thrill
[Chorus]
Don’t you worry, I got everything you need
Early night

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Smoking papers on the front porch, sipping OE
Set it up, set it up, I come around
[Outro]
Okay, oh yeah
She got a body like she’s Lopez, Jenny low-key
Get you right
Blowing doja out the window of a Honda
Set it up, set it up, I come around, yeah
In the morning
Anything goes when you’re dealing with me
[Bridge]
Okay now you wanna ride, I’ll give ya the keys
I’ma show how it go, young Russell out the door
Early night
People talking like they know shit, but they don’t know me
[Chorus]
Richvale Summer, number dos
Nothing to worry about when you’re dealing with me

Free the homies that be locked up, fuck the police
Oh yeah, I told your ass once, girl I’m coming with heat
Baby, set it up, set it up, I come around
Set it up, set it up, I come around
Set it up, set it up, I come around, yeah
I’ma show how it go, young Russell out the door
If you ain’t talking money, homie, then I lost ya
Set it up, set it up, I come around, yeah

Do what I want cause I’m happy, don’t give a fuck what you feel
Nothing to worry about when you’re dealing with me
I make my girl kiss another girl while I’m puffing my L
Set it up, set it up, I come around, yeah
Don’t you worry, I got everything you need
If you ain’t talking money, homie, then I lost ya
Bring your girls, no excuses, I got some liquor and weed
I get high, she get low
I mix my drink and get tipsy, I don’t fuck with no pills

Stone Sour – Mercy (At Sphere Studios) (Live)

Walking on the warmer stones
Not a name for what I am
I know the world owes me nothing
Walking on the warmer stones
[Chorus]
Anything, tell me anything
Going nowhere, now I’m here
I guess I’m just another demon of mercy
Going nowhere, now I’m here
Going nowhere, now I’m here
Before you know it, you’ll be…
Going nowhere, now I’m here

[Verse 2]
Walking on the warmer stones
I guess I’m just another demon of mercy
Not a name for what I am
Tell me anything, tell me anything

[Chorus]
Overrated and under-appreciated
I guess I’m just another demon of mercy

Why wish me well when I know exactly what you think?
I know the world owes me everything
I came alive when I was 18; You forget- I’m everything
Not a name for what I am
[Bridge]
Walking on the warmer stones
My best is pointless, outrun but I’ll never win
I’m gonna take it, I’m gonna make it
Your god’s a weapon, he blessed every bullet
[Chorus]

[Verse 1]
Walking on the warmer stones
Going nowhere, now I’m here

Not a name for what I am
All talk, no action… completely incomplete
Not a name for what I am
I ran away when I was 15; I was dead by 17
Your god’s a weapon, he blessed every bullet
So I’ll take it, if I can make it
This state of conflict… makes sense, don’t think about it

Sigala & Ella Eyre – Came Here For Love

[Bridge]

We came here for love

[Post-Chorus]
That don’t come easily
[Verse 1]
This is what we came here for
[Pre-Chorus]
You got that something sweet
For someone to hold me down
I’m so ready to get on it
I won’t give it up, no
I came here for love
I can see that you watching me
For someone to hold me down
We came here for love

I came here for love
[Post-Chorus]
Come over, talk to me
It’s what I need tonight
Need you to give me a sign
This is what we came here for
So glad I came here tonight
I came here for love
I’m no longer brokenhearted
I know this, I know it’s enough
I want you to reach out

It’s what I need tonight
We came here for love
[Chorus]
Have I fallen, without anyone inside
I came here for love
I want you to reach out
I want you to reach out
[Chorus]
I won’t give, I won’t give it up
[Pre-Chorus]
I want you to reach out
I won’t give, I won’t give it up
[Chorus]

I came here for love
[Post-Chorus]
This is what we came here for
And I see you got what I wanted
We came here for love
That don’t come easily
You follow me, you’ll be fine

This is what we came here for
Need you to give me a sign
And I’m in too deep
I came here for love
I can see that you watching me
I came here for love

I want you to reach out
I won’t give it up, no
You got that something sweet
[Verse 2]
I came here for love
I want you to reach out
Baby, you got what I like
For someone to hold me down
I want you to reach out
I won’t give it up, no
Come over, talk to me
I came here for love
I came here for love

Sage The Gemini – Reverse (Visualizer)

I got big bills, phone calls to make deals
Eyy, throw it in reverse

She only like me for the diamond on my wrist
Throw it in reverse
She make the light get brighter
Playing your cards right, just wait ’till I deal
I got green like Cee-Lo
I’ve been watching you, all night
Spin a check, tryna get you to their place
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
I need her body, tonight
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
Eyy, throw it in reverse

Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
She only riding for the diamond on my wrist
Tryna get her to the right spot
I want to see you with the light the lights on

I need her body, tonight
Like I only got one shot
I’ve been watching you, all night
Wait now, let me get it first
You go hard when it’s my song

Eyy, throw it in reverse

She want the pickle ’cause she know the deal (Wow)
Go up, down to the dirt
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
It’s still keep the bread under the mattress
I’ve been watching you, all night
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
Wow, I walked straight into the action
I need her body, tonight

And you do what you want when you copping
Step in it, treat me like I’m Michael Jackson
Eyy, throw it in reverse
I know you see me with the ice on
Eyy, her ex-man was on the D-Low
And that’s cool but I ain’t down for the chase
Yeah, she see me balling like the D-League
I would chase but I got too many options
Go up, down to the dirt
Moving fast like they tryna win a race
Wait now, let me get it first
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
And you can ride if you keep it, real
I know these dudes be all in your face

Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Walk through and like why not
White fur got her white hot
She tryna wiggle in my section
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Low-key wanna wife her
Throw it in reverse
Going down to your back, muscles hurt

Eyy, throw it in reverse
And she right from her head to her heels
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
She only like for the diamond on my wrist
In jeans with the rikers
Every girl wanna fight her
She only like me for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
I’m on her mind like she forgot to pay her bills
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
In VIP, looking like I went platinum
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
Yeah, she was pulling my steelo
Wait now, let me get it first

2 Chainz – Saturday Night (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

No crystal or hilfigers, a bunch of ignorant lil’ niggas
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Young niggas banging back, young nigga banging back
Pussy smell like sardine you, need to get up of my lawn please
Tried to get off the Act, still didn’t know how to act
Treat every night like it’s Saturday night, like it’s Saturday night, yeah
I sat in the trap no one cooked at night, i treat my third stripe like its Kryptonite
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
[Verse 1]
I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
My car don’t have car keys, my crib got palm trees
Enough of the negative actions, I got my paycheck off passion
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it’s Saturday night, like it’s Saturday night, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Shoot a man in his back, should be ashamed of that
Most of you niggas is under mes, I’ma give ya ass some to see
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
In the back in the back in the back in the back
I left the crib walking, drove a Mercedes back
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Double saran everything so that you know its a wrap
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
This a real nigga conversation, real nigga demonstration real niggas
[Chorus]
Funny how life can put you in the mix, I sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
Please don’t make me relapse, make me start back trappin
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I’m like these niggas done fucked up my fit, funny how heaven and hell co exist
Tell her let’s go have a bite, tell her let’s go have a bite
I’m like oh shit we goon tear up this bitch, pull out a stick when u put up your fist
Scratch my hand my palms itching, hit the dope start twitching
This a new kinda kitchen, marble countertops, see through fridge
3 thousand for the microwave, touchscreen stove lil biiiiitch!!
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
You still asking niggas for gas money, I look at these rappers like crash dummies

I look at these bitches that fuck with these rappers like bitch you just fucked with my last homie
A bunch of red young tenders, dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princess’s
Have you ever been traumatized Have you ever seen ya partna die?

Tell her let’s go have a bite, tell her let’s go have a bite
Harmony can come get the last from me, Halo can come get the last from me MAMA!
Kesha can come get the last from me, Heaven can come get the last from me
Then we gon’ fade to black then we gon’ fade to black
Some of y’all probably still owe me from back
Everybody in the city, saying that boy Tity done started back snapping
I stopped serving sacks over qualified, have you ever seen a homicide?
Double salute anybody that made it out the trap
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell my driver when he open my door to take off his hat
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Even at graduation i had a bookbag full of yams, tryna multiply
Luda charged me just to dip, was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip
[Verse 2]

[Chorus]
Y’all niggas lame for that, y’all niggas lame for that
[Intro]
I’m wearing 4 bracelets for fashion, don’t think its a race when I pass you

Still pull up in the back, sit my ass right in the back
I had that work right in front of me fuck all you niggas you wannabes
Stop talking that mafia shit, you never met Meech, J-bo or Illz
You wasn’t blessed with ambition so who you gon blame for that

2 Chainz – Riverdale Rd (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

Came on the set with hundreds to bet
Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn’t there
Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas
Okay, from grams to Grammys

I told ’em this shit got to work
I was the same ol’ nigga

[Chorus]
He was there, he was there, you weren’t there
Mane, c’mon with the Kap, bruh. Yeaaaah, turn that maafaka up NOLAN. Yeah, in the booth, on some 5540 old national shit, you know what it is, nigga. Woah, know what I’m saying, I wanna feel like I was in some muthafakin’ danger. AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! I got my mothafuckin’ pistol in my pocket, ya dig? We in the back, nigga, way in the back, nigga, serving sacks, nigga and serving Act.
It’s just like candy to me
How could you blame a nigga?
I mean it’s hard but it’s sweet
My third foreign car, it was a Porsche
And she got an onion and I wanna rub it

We had no choices
To cribs in South Miami
My fourth foreign car you can’t afford
[Pre-Chorus]
I was the same ol’ nigga
I wore some Gucci to your mama house just to leave it there

Yeah that trap had raised a nigga

I had a Chevelle and wanted a Cutlass
We dressed all in black
[Chorus]
I break the law in the sheets
[Intro]
When you was the quarterback, I had the quarter sacks
I know something you don’t know, yeah
My tigger finger antsy
I was the same ol’ nigga
You wasn’t there when mama was fussing
I went to work and I made an abundance
Okay, from fans to family
My second foreign car, it was a Bimmer
Rocking some Pradas like they was Air Forces
I know something you don’t know, yeah
Riverdale Rd., nigga
Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas
But I still changed you niggas, yeah
[Chorus]
Came on the set with hundreds to bet
Yeah that trap had raised a nigga
My first foreign car, it was a Bimmer
But I still changed you niggas, yeah
[Verse 3]
I know something you don’t know
Told ’em ketchup, you too far in the mustard
Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn’t there
Yeah that trap had raised a nigga
They got my vision fancy
Riverdale Rd., nigga

I went from trips we tryna plan
I’m gonna get some bands
He was there, she was there
I know something you don’t know
We got ’em calling back, just went to the mall and back
But I still changed you niggas, yeah
Riverdale, Riverdale!
I make her cum on repeat
Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas
Gucci flip flops with the corns and bunions
They asking, "What’s the plan, B?"
Counting blue hundreds and smoking an onion
I’m Drench God in the streets

I’m gonna get some bands, yeah
Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn’t there
[Verse 2]
[Verse 1]
My draws got them horses, my car got them horses
Just to understand me
I’m gonna get some bands
We hanging off the Nat, see that’s where my office at
Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale
How could you blame a nigga?
I told the bitch she got to sit down

Abracadabra, I turned myself into a millionaire
Came on the set with hundreds to bet
How could you blame a nigga?
My pocket pregnant, don’t want no abortion
[Bridge]
I’m gonna get some bands, oh yeah
[Outro]
You wasn’t there when mama was struggling
I don’t have a Plan B

2 Chainz – Good Drank (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

Diamonds clear like Bombay
She said the molly give her thizz face
You snitch of the year ’cause you told the best
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Hair Weave Killer
We playing that Weezy hard
Drop top, no hot box
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
Daniel Son Necklace Don
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
So I’mma keep me a plate
Need a girl call her, come through
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Quavo, you already know man

I just want some of that turkey neck
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks

We sit in the kitchen late
So I’mma keep me a rake
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
My jewelry look like a lake
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You got next on these niggas double salute man
You play with my money then check this out your pop in the trunk
3K like André
Trying to make me a mil
What is your point, square with the stamp, for Kevin Durant
Take your babies no Harambe
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM
That was the easy part
I put you back in your place
Aye Mike Dean
Play with keys like Doc Dre
Diamonds clear like Bombay
So I’mma keep me a Wraith
True shit
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
He heard and want all of his purses back
3K like Andre
Good drank, big knots
Chapo Jr
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
You a living legend I appreciate that
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
Put the dick in her rib cage
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
Good drank, big knots
Drop top, no hot box
She said the molly give her thizz face
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent
Take your babies no Harambe
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Today I’m in the Maybach
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
Put the dick in her rib cage
He mixing the seal with the percocets
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
We tryna to make an escape
Need a girl call her, come through
Lay on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
2 Chainz
Aye Guwop I’m glad you home cuz
This shit hard as fuck bruh
She perfect and she got perky breast
All he ever want to do was ball
I told ’em shawty can leave
Play with keys like Doc Dre
I look you right in your face

2 Chainz – 4 AM (feat. Travis Scott) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Twelve racks strong
Pop it, flick it
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh

Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter

For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)

Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Damn right, bro
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Drench god, drench god, really

M-M-M-Murda
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!
Miami for your surgery, ooh Send you to Dr.
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Started last night, still goin’
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
Pop it, flick it
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Got ’bout twelve racks
Might buy a charm with the extras
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
[Outro]
Pop it, flick it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Had to use my jeweler for a reference

Rock with Champagne P
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that
Yeah, yeah
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
Got me a job sellin’ records
Might use her legs for a necklace
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)