Browse Month: June 2017

Jay-Z – Family Feud (4:44 Album)

Higher
‘Specially if they’re from the same hue as you
Fuck rap, crack cocaine
Y’all still drinkin’ Perrier-Jouët, huh
That’s like sayin’ I’m the tallest midget

[Outro: Beyoncé]
I’m tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be official
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
My consciousness was Michael’s common sense
Hundred percent, Black-owned champagne
Two (two) What’s better than one billionaire?
Turn the music up too
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Y’all stop me when I stop tellin’ the truth
If anybody gettin’ handsome checks, it should be us
My nigga got on all white, no socks
Love me like, love
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
Higher, higher, higher, higher
We in a whole different mode
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah

I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed
Pretty much
Mmmmm
I’ll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shit
Niggas bustin’ off through the curtains ’cause she hurtin’

Kid that used to pitch bricks can’t be pigeonholed
My nigga got on
Hovi’s home, all these phonies come to a halt
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
I told my wife the spiritual shit really work
But that ain’t even a statement
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, we gon’ reach a billi’ first
I’m tryna fix you
Super Bowl goals
[Interlude: JAY-Z & Beyoncé]
We all screwed ’cause we never had the tools
Can’t losin’ the babies ’cause their future’s uncertain
A man that don’t take care his family can’t be rich
[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
How is him or Pill Cosby s’posed to help me?
Turn my vocal up, Guru!
We all lose when the family feuds
Nah, we did that, Black-owned things

I’ll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROC
Like 2Pac ain’t have a nose ring too, huh
[Intro: JAY-Z]
Can I get "Amen" from the congregation?
Amen, amen
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Higher, higher
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
Turn my vocal up some more
Hahahaha
I would say I’m the realest nigga rappin’
Nobody wins when the family feuds
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
I missed the karma and that came as a consequence
Higher, higher, higher, higher
But we ain’t get through to you yet, uh
I’m clear why I’m here, how about you?
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
Higher, higher, higher, higher
But my stash can’t fit into Steve Harvey’s suit
Old niggas never accepted me
Turn my vocal up
Forget it
Y’all think small, I think Biggie

Y’all need to stop
Can I get a "Amen" from the congregation?
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah

yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
Ain’t no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I’m cute
New niggas is the reason I stopped drinkin’ Dos Equis
My wife in the crib feedin’ the kids liquid gold
Yeah, I’ll fuck up a good thing if you let me
That’s how he feel
Let me alone, Becky
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: JAY-Z & Beyoncé]
[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
And we merrily merrily eatin’ off these streams
You’d rather be old rich me or new you?
Amen, amen
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Al Sharpton in the mirror takin’ selfies
My nigga got that cocaina on today
That’s how you feel, Emory?
What’s better than one billionaire? Two
Y’all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi
Alhamdulillah, I run through ’em all
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
All this old talk left me confused
Nobody wins when the family feuds
Wait, that ain’t politically correct
And old niggas, y’all stop actin’ brand new

Jay-Z – Bam (feat. Damian Marley) (4:44 Album)

Top ranking, keep it skanking
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
This a hunting season
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options
Dreadlocks no live in a tenement yard
Spinners and dumpling season
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Yow this a hunting season
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools

Shawn was on that gospel shit
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV
Cake and dumpling season
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay Z]
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
I was on the total fuckin’ opposite
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay Z]
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
What a bam bam
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Hear me now

We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Ooh wee, huh
I don’t give a God damn
What a bam bam yeah, loud
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
Now greetings to the world
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
Too much su, su, su, su, su
[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay Z]
I was in fight mode and now it’s "fuck me, mijo"
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV
[Verse 2: Jay Z]
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
Laced front to the back, don’t front
What a bam bam
I’ll come to nice up the whole nation
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
[Outro: Damian Marley]
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6"
So when you get to Hell you tell ’em blanco sent you
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are

Don’t play by the king
Mek I tell you hunting season
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them su, su, su, su, su

Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Love is all I and I bring you know
I’ll come to nice up the whole nation
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I don’t give a God damn
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your live, my nigga

Once upon a time in the projects
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want
I miss a what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Well, I tell ya something season

Jay-Z – Moonlight (4:44 Album)

I’m just so fuckin’ confused
Even when we win, we gon’ lose
I don’t post no threats on the Internet
Nah, nah
[Verse 2]
After all they done stole, for real?
Fuck what we sellin’
I’m on the ch—’nough of this
We got the same fuckin’ watch
Glorified seat filler, huh?
I’m in the skrt with ya—yeah, right
I don’t know who is who

After what they done to our Lauryn Hill?
We stuck in La La Land
[Chorus]
Lucian is cool but Lucian don’t write
I’m the skrt with ya—cool story
That shit ain’t right
While we in Calabasas
‘Cause their grass is greener
Stop walkin’ around like y’all made Thriller, huh?
She don’t got time to choose
‘Cause they always rakin’ in mo’
We stuck in La La Land
Nah, nah, nah, nah
And y’all niggas is ‘posed to be trill?
Y’all fuck the same fuckin’ chicks
Y’all always tell on y’all self

Look, I know killers, you no killer, huh?
I don’t be on the ‘Gram goin’ ham
Givin’ information to the pork, that’s all spam
‘Cause that shit is backwards
We got the same fuckin’ moves
That you ain’t never gon’ use

Y’all got the same fuckin’ flows
Y’all niggas still signin’ deals? Still?
She don’t got time to choose
Please don’t talk about guns
[Chorus]
We got the same fuckin’ flows
That’s real talk when you behind on your taxes
I just pose a threat, blame Lenny S for that
We sure we shoot ’em in my city though
[Intro]
And you pawned all your chains
We got the same fuckin’ moves
I don’t know who is who
And took it to Beverly Hills

Yeah, yeah
Fake Dracos all in the videos
Fuck is we makin’?
And they run off with your masters
We stuck in La La Land
Y’all stuck in La La Land
And my head is scratchin’
Even when we win, we gon’ lose
Doug ain’t this tight, so
[Verse 1]
We got the same fuckin’ watch
Yeah, got Lil Cos up here with me
Bathing Ape maybe not a gorilla, huh?

Jay-Z – Marcy Me (4:44 Album)

Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
[Outro: The-Dream]
(Como as minhas [mãos?] tocando aquí
I’m the Gotham City heartbeat
Must be in the air

Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
Cookin’ coke in the kitchen
Old Brooklyn not this new shit, shift feel like a spoof
Marcy me
When Slick Rick made "Mona Lisa"
Came through the bushes smellin’ like roses
I know, I know, I know
I ain’t gonna change, no
Eu não canto do mundo, o meu tempo…)
[Verse 1]
Assume a virtue if you have not
I need a trophy just for that
Fat laces in your shoe I’m talkin’ bustin’ off the roof
All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
The livest one representing BK to the fullest
Marcy me
[Intro]

Back when Pam was on Martin
I started in lobbies now, probably with Saudis
Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle
Oh Marcy, Marcy me
There’s room on the bandwagon, don’t abort
Back when Rodman was a Piston
Just the way I am always gonna be
Yeah, that’s where it all started
Y’all flirtin’ with death, I be winkin’ through the scope
Just the way I was raised
And Jam Master Jay was alive I was mixin’
Or better yet here’s a verse from Hamlet
Thus concludin’ my concerto; Marcy me
Bastards duckin’ when Hov be buckin’
[Verse 2]
Plural fuck the Federal Bureau
Chicken-heads be cluckin’
Yeah, we know not what we may be"
When Denzel was blottin’ carpet, I’d pack a nine millimeter
I’m from Marcy houses, where the boys die by the thousand
When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, y’all
Mike was losin’ to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one
Shout out to all the murderers turned murals
Sufi to the goofies, I could probably speak Farsi
So maybe I’m the one or maybe I’m crazy
Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am
That’s poetry read a coca leaf from my past
"Lord, we know who we are
Back when ratchet was a ratchet and the vixen was a vixen
Nah Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus?
Gave birth to my verbal imagination
Oh, can’t walk away, I know, I know
Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts

Jay-Z – Legacy (4:44 Album)

Black excellence baby, you gon’ let ’em see
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see
It took all these years to get to zero in fact
That’s how we keep Carter money all in the family
Take those moneys and spread ‘cross families
She might put poor kids through school
I studied Muslim, Buddhist, and Christians
[Intro: Blue Ivy Carter]

My mom took her money, she bought me bonds
And I was runnin’ from him, He was givin’ me wisdom
Black excellence, you gon’ let ’em see
Someday I forgive him
That was the sweetest thing of all time, uh
She might start an institute

Keep up the pace
See how the universe works?
It takes my hurt and help me find more of myself
[Chorus]
That charge of energy set all the Carters back

Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see
Eric, the rest to B for whatever she wants to do
"Your seed, married his seed, married my seed"
There was a time America wouldn’t let us ball
My sisters, Hattie and Lou, the nephews, cousins and TT

Day, someday, someday we’ll all
TIDAL, the champagne, D’USSÉ, I’d like to see
Those times are now back, just now called Afro-tech

He was preachin’ Sundays, versus how he was livin’ Monday
You see, my father, son of a preacher man
Someday we’ll all be free
My stake in Roc Nation should go to you
A nice peace-fund ideas from people who look like we
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
[Chorus]
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Whose daughter couldn’t escape the reach of the preacher’s hand

Generational wealth, that’s the key
[Verse 2]
[Outro: Donny Hathaway]
You run this hard just to stay in place
My parents ain’t have shit, so that ship started with me
Leave a piece for your siblings to give to their children too
[Bridge]
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
That’s major, just like the Negro League
That’s called the red queens race
I’ve been listenin’ to Wu-Tang and niggas like
Keep up the pace, baby
[Verse 1]
‘Cause strangely our division led to multiple religions

You run this hard just to stay in place
We gon’ start a society within a society
It’s a gift and a curse
Daddy, what’s a will?
I hated religion ’cause here was this Christian

Calvin Harris – Slide (feat. Frank Ocean & Migos) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

Like we could dye hair all blonde
She havin’ it
Whatever comes, comes through clear
I’m ridin’ with no brain, bitch, I’m out of it
Mama too hot like a furnace (furnace)
Buy that boy with a pipe
Put that spotlight on her face (ah, yeah)
Empty my bank account (ooh, slide)
(I might) Do you try on all your nights like this?
And buy that boy with a pipe
And your friends really wanna break us apart
And whatever comes, comes through clear
Put some spotlight on the slide
Average, I’mma make a million on the average
Empty my bank account
And whatever comes, comes through clear
Do you slide on all your nights like this?
I might, I might
Wrist on a wrist, a link of charm (oh yeah)
And buy that boy with a pipe
I might empty my bank account (ooh)
Good Lord
Do you slide on all your nights like this?
Bitches be dippin’, dabbin’ with niggas like a nacho
Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might)
I got a hundred G’s in my Goyard (G’s)
You and I take a ride down the boulevard (yeah)
Mama too hot like a (like what?)
Whatever comes, comes through clear
Do you try on all your nights like this?
Put some spotlight on the slide
I might, I might (slide)
I might
We gon’ light up and burn up (burn up)
I might
Walk in my mansion, twenty thousand painting, Picasso
Do you slide on all your nights like this?
If we could see in twenty twin
Empty my bank account
It’s my favorite part, we see the lights, they got so far
Put some spotlight on the side
All this jewelry ain’t no use when it’s this dark
It’s like we could die here all young
And buy that boy with a pipe (ooh, yeah)
While I sit back and smoke gelato
And buy that boy with a pipe (slide, yeah)
Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might)
Buy that boy with a pipe
Laying, we’re still a link apart
Twice we could see it ’til the end
Good gracious
Went to college workin’ on her bachelor
I might
It went too fast, we couldn’t reach it with our arms
My diamonds gon’ shine when the lights dark (shine)
You my baby, the paparazzi flashin’ crazy
Took off her panties, diamonds dancin’ like Rick Riccardo
She swallowed the bottle
Buy that boy with a pipe
Do you slide on all your nights like this?
Put that spotlight on her face (spotlight)
I know you got a past, I got a past, that’s in the back of us
Put some spotlight on the side
We gon’ pipe up and turn up (pipe up)
Buy that boy with a pipe
Need your information, take vacation to Malaysia
Starin’ at my diamonds while I’m hoppin’ out a spaceship

Calvin Harris – Cash Out (feat. Schoolboy Q, Partynextdoor & D.R.A.M.) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
Yeah
Never been one to judge, we rushin’ back to the club
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out (cash out)
Oooohhh
This your favorite song on, don’t tell me you in a rush
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out (cash out)
Let’s party like the ’70s
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah
You can even put on your brand new jacket
In a buggy-eyed ‘Cedes or a dopeboy Caddy
Now we count it up until we pass out
’70s, hella tree

Let’s party like the ’70s
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Starrah]
And a dark-skinned Kylie, can I rock both bodies? Ayy

Blowing on hella tree
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?

Show you right, motorbike, you could ride me overnight, uh

Blowin’ on hella tree
Say yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) yeah, yeah
We play, babe
Where the afro shiny and the girls all purty
Yo, uh, we gon’ party like it’s 1980
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse: 2 Schoolboy Q]
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Starrah]
Let’s party like the ’70s
Let me tell you how it goes down
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
Ballin’ like LeBron now, shots like a pro now

New ‘Rari, how I ride, both shotty, uh
Put it down from above, your body my only drug
Keep it table, can we boogie on the floor?
Let’s party like the 70’s
Blowin’ on hella tree

It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
Hella weed, yeah, it goes ’round
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
Now we count until we pass out
With a nickel bag baggie, gold Rolex
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
Now we count until we pass out
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
Uh, party like it’s 1980
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
I’ve been tryna clear our mind and wine and dine ya
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
We do it like Vegas, rich and famous
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?

Collard greens, to me
[Intro]
Because I’m the man who can put you in the musical brackets
[Verse 3: D.R.A.M.]
You can rock it, you can sock it
Now we count it up until we pass out
With your heartbeat poppin’ and your love keep comin’
If I look up at the stars, ain’t hard to find ya, ayy
See I know just how you like it, I’ll back behind ya
[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
Blowin’ on hella tree
Timin’ for your climax climbin’, got the bedsheets jumpin’
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out (cash out)
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
[Outro: D.R.A.M.]
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah, yeah
We doin’ it major, we wakin’ the neighbors
Where the white girl molly
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out (cash out)
I’ve been stressin’ all week, tryna clear it through the door now
I ain’t drivin’ when it’s goin’, now pour me another cup
Okay, okay, okay, it’s on, hey
When I give you all I have, you tell me it ain’t enough
[Bridge: D.R.A.M.]
Shake somethin’, break somethin’, shit I’m tryna work somethin’
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah, yeah

Calvin Harris – Heatstroke (feat. Young Thug, Pharrell Williams & Ariana Grande) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

Fuck it up, throw it back
Oh babe
When you do things like this
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
Jeffery!
Do you hear me?
We just wanna party, way back in the war room
Release, let go, and have a good time
Teeth white, Newports
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
I’ll split it with you if we get half of Michael Jordan
Let’s have a good, have a good time, ow
Brand new chapter of a real you
Release (release), let go (let go), and have a good time
And you set me free, boy
Let’s have a good, have a good time, ow
How can anyone get tired?
I’m tryna fuck with you ’til we on life support
Slow it down?
When you do things like this
Oh, when you do things like this
Have a good, have a good time
Hey babe
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of lemonade
I think I’ve just been inspired
No toilet tissue, I shit on niggas ’cause life is short (facts)
Ballin’ in the club, Ace of Spades, yeah
I think I’ve just been inspired
Everybody thinking that’s a cartoon
Girl you gotta keep up with a boss move
Oh, heatstroke, oh
I’m tryna beat it up, Beat Pills right now
And you set me free
No shave, Brazilian wax
80 thousand dollar Birkin bag in the Porsche
I’m just tryna turn up, tryna work something
QB, I’ll throw it
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
How can anyone get tired?
Pop that bitch and spray it like ‘Raid’
Athletic in the sheets, I got skills right now
Tryna watch me ballin’, do you want money?
I think you opened my eyes
Good hair down her back
Tryna walk with you, darlin’
How can anyone get tired?
I’m tryna talk to you, darlin’
Hey mista, you a rat burn
And you set me free
Release (release), let go (let go), and have a good time
Break bread with some red baby hair
Hunnid’ bottles in the club, real one room
Rich nigga, I like ’em ratchet
When you do things like this
They chase, they flash they flash, yes
And every time, I look out at my seat today
When you do things like this
No passport to go with me, I had to get deported
And you set me free
And no-no-no-no-nobody can stop it
And you set me free
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Shawty suck the dick good, she wanna fuck it first
Tell me how you feel right now
Do you want some? No I don’t, son
When you do things like this
King of the jungle, tycoon
And you set me free
Release, let go, and have a good time
The love you got from me
I think I’ve just been inspired
Won’t you please
I could sweat like this all night
Have a good, have a good time
I won’t need, like shorts

Calvin Harris – Rollin (feat. Future & Khalid) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

You can leave if it’s too much
[Verse 2: Future]
I’ll shatter your dreams with this cream I make (cream I make)
Got L-O-V-E on my right leg, that’s Gucci (get what I’m sayin’?)
Not all, but most of ’em came topless
I come through with strippers and some shottas

I’ve got anger in my chest
I don’t like where this shit is going
I pull up in several different options
I’ve been riding 85
[Outro: Khalid & Future]
I can’t feel my toes and ain’t gon’ fold up (fold up)

I’ve got millions on my mind
You should be glad I’m showin’ you sympathy (showin’ you sympathy)
I’ve been rollin’ on the freeway
Not all, but most of ’em came topless
I gotta accept that I’m a monster
I’ve been riding 85
[Chorus: Khalid]
Yeah, L-O-V-E on my right leg
I’ll shatter your dreams with this cream I make (cream I make)
And I’m way too gone to drive
I’ve got anger in my chest
But I’m tired of you leading me on, oh no
Caught a lil’ jetlag but I’m golden, damn
I’m goin’ hard (hard, yeah) Dig what I’m sayin’?
[Refrain: Future]
I’ve been rollin’ on the freeway
I’ve been riding 85
Dig what I’m sayin’, this Creed cologne is on me, baby (you dig?)
And you didn’t fit the picture
Keep your love, it doesn’t feel the same
So I guess you weren’t the vibe
I’ve been thinking way too much
I pop bubbly in your memory
I just did some pills with the homie, it’s a vibe
I’ve been rollin’ on the freeway
Gave my all but you want more from me

They deserve Whammy’s, they imposters
And I’m way too gone to drive
[Verse 1: Future]
Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say (shit I say)
And you didn’t fit the picture
[Chorus: Khalid]
I hope it hurts you when you’re hearin’ my name
Got L-O-V-E on my main ho, that’s Pucci (get what I’m sayin’?)
And I’m way too gone to drive
I’ve got anger in my chest
And I’m way too gone to drive

I be rollin’ with my project homies, it’s a vibe
We deserve Grammys and some Oscars, damn
Bend her over, switch sides, it’s a vibe, yah
I feel like I should be giving up

I was in the double R when I rolled up (when I rolled up)
So I guess you weren’t the vibe
I’ve been rollin’ on the freeway
And you didn’t fit the picture

So I guess you weren’t the vibe
Nah Hendrix overload, dig what I’m sayin’?
And you didn’t fit the picture
I’ve got millions on my mind
[Refrain: Future]
Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say (shit I say)
So I guess you weren’t the vibe
I’ve been thinking way too much
I was in the double R when I rolled up (when I rolled up)
I’ve been thinking way too much
I gotta accept that I’m a monster
I pull up in several different options
I’ve got millions on my mind
Pluto
Gotta dig what I’m sayin’, she look like she’s sponsored by Mercedes
I’ve got anger in my chest
I’ve got millions on my mind
Gotta dig what I’m sayin’, Chanel drapes on me, baby
Ever let you go, you gon’ suffer (you gon’ suffer from it)
I’ve been stuck in all your apologies
I’ve been thinking way too much
I come through with strippers and some shottas (shottas)
I’ve been riding 85
I can’t feel my toes and ain’t gon’ fold up (fold up)
I gave you real love out the gutter (out the gutter)

Calvin Harris – Prayers Up (feat. Travis Scott & A-Trak) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

Smokin’ loud, like to pour lean (pour lean)
Whole squad sending prayers up (yeah-e-yeah)
Purple drank in my prayer cup (prayer cup)
Yeah, my cup overflowin’ (you know it, you know it)
Yeah, I’m up, yeah, I’m up, yeah (straight up)

My God, I know where the blessing is (yeah)

Whole squad sending prayers up (yeah-e-yeah)

Yeah, I’m up, yeah
Thank God, I know where the blessing is (ooh)
My God, I know where the blessing is
Alright, ooh
Whole squad sending prayers up (prayers up)
Thank God, I know where the blessing is (yeah)
My God, I know where the blessing is (ooh)
At the same time I add my blessings up (yeah)
Tell the world, yeah, I’m floatin’ (ooh)
But I just feel like God when the liquor is (straight up)
Never had blessings gettin’ less to this
Everybody must know it (ooh)

Thank God, I know where the blessing is (yeah)
Cause every time I’m adding up my dividends (yeah)
If only God can judge me, then I’m innocent (straight up)
Before the day they put me in a hearse (thank God)
Whole squad sending prayers up
Feel like everybody knows it (ride)
Purple drank in my prayer cup (ooh)
Straight up, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Sip and sip ’til I feel like a God (God)
Yeah, I’m up, yeah, I’m up, yeah (yeah)
Purple drank in my prayer cup (ooh)
Luxury wheels that you know we in (know we in)
Tell the world, yeah, I’m floatin’ (it’s lit)
I swear I feel like I’m floatin’ (let’s ride)
Whole squad sending prayers up
My God, I know where the blessing is (yeah)
They ain’t think I’d ever go and flex like this (ooh)

Prayers up
Whole squad sending prayers up
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, I’m up, yeah, I’m up, yeah (yeah)
I’m just tryna even out my eyes (ride)
[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Straight up, yeah
Yeah, I’m up, yeah, I’m up, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Prayers up
[Outro: Travis Scott]
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
My lil’ girl like, "What you doin’?" (flash one)
Fucked up and you know it (you know it, you know it)

Take a molly like a million (five point)
It’s lit, busy, busy, busy, busy
Mama said she wants me in the church (praise God)
Purple drank in my prayer cup
Everybody must know it (straight up)
They ain’t think I’d ever go and flex like this
Never had blessings gettin’ less to this
Straight up, up, alright

Thank God, I know where the blessing is

Calvin Harris – Holiday (feat. Snoop Dogg, John Legend & Takeoff) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

Ahhhh, yeah, whoa yeah
(phew) (can I?) touch the sky with you? Can I ride with you?

The whistles, the bells, how ’bout your hair?
In ways I knew my focus remains on you
[Outro: John Legend]
[Chorus: John Legend]
I wanna make everyday, make it a day, ayy
Let’s make everyday a holiday
What you wanna do? Want to do with you
A holiday
With the top gone, won’t turn up the stereo (stereo)
Singing every word of my song that’s on radio (aye)
I’ll crack the whip
I’ma roll one, I know that you don’t smoke (I know)
But first, relax a bit
I try my best to keep you close
Let’s make everyday a holiday
I’m so true, I love that, ’cause who woulda knew?
Let’s make everyday a holiday
And get a little action in here, my dear
Want to do with you What you wanna do?

If I’m top ten, to win, I gotta be the GOAT (GOAT)
What about your nails?
Were those dinner reservations made?
Let’s make everyday a holiday
What you wanna do? Want to do with you

‘Cause I could be the man for ya
She say Rodeo, I say I’m thinking ’bout Tokyo (Tokyo)
Smile at you (smile) I got my eyes on you (eyes)
Looks like I’m the one for ya
Question: is your bath water ready for ya?
See I can have it done for ya
[Chorus: John Legend]
But y’all know (but y’all know)
Sit back, let your mind float (phew) never give up hope (no)
I feel like when I step in (what?) gotta make an announcement
The questions and answers are clear
Baby, are your bills paid?
A-huh-huh-huh-huh
Let’s make everyday a holiday
A holiday
The life we in, no boss to match ’em on the ropes (ooh)
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
What you wanna do? Want to do with you
What you wanna do? Want to do with you
I wanna climb on you

LBC, me? Do what it do
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Look, open your eyes, déjà vu
And if ya got a problem, let me know (let me know)
Takeoff
What you wanna do? Want to do with you
Say the place and we go where you wanna go (where?)

Calvin Harris – Skrt On Me (feat. Nicki Minaj) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

Don’t know ’cause you keep telling me your love ain’t free, babe
Said if you ride, baby, ride up
[Verse 1]
But if you with it, wine up on me
Drop down, luv seh you nuh eye me
Countin’ them millis to billis
But nowadays, I need more from ya
‘Cause the hips don’t lie, baby
Drop down, luv seh you nuh eye me
Baby, babe, I need you to skrt on me, babe

Nowadays, I need you to take the lead
Young Money
But if you with it, wine up on me
Pull up from behind, baby, wine up
[Intro]
Pussy clean, these niggas ain’t got no dirt on me

No Achilles heel since I left Philly
Said, baby, I-I-I got so used to it being on a creep, babe
Drop down, luv seh you nuh eye me
And you and me, we can shine up
Yeah, I’m wearing jeans, but he put the skirt on me
[Verse 3]
And you and me, we can shine up
That ain’t what I need
Said if you ride, baby, ride up
Whips in immigration, everything on them is custom
‘Cause the hips don’t lie, baby
I’ma tell him I love him in the foreign and cuff him
[Chorus]
‘Cause the hips don’t lie, baby
Ay yo, bring in the blunt, Emily Blunt
Baby, babe, I need you to skrt on me, babe
Don’t know ’cause you keep telling me your love ain’t free, babe
I’ma land the jump, Yao Ming the dunk
Pull up from behind, baby, wine up

Yeah, maybe I-I-I got so used to just giving you the least, babe
[Pre-Chorus]

Said if you ride, baby, ride up
I need something I can keep
Platinum back, ice bling in the front
What you don’t wanna do, no that ain’t me, babe
But if you with it, wine up on me
Don’t know ’cause you keep telling me your love ain’t free, babe
So, baby, come make your mind up
And you and me, we can shine up
Don’t know ’cause you keep telling me your love ain’t free, babe
So, baby, come make your mind up
Drop down, luv seh you nuh eye me
And you and me, we can shine up
You know my loving ain’t free, babe
Beep beep beep beep, put the hurt on me
Said, baby, nah nah nah, I ain’t with the drama
Said nowadays, I need real
So, baby, come make your mind up

[Verse 2]

Said, baby, no, no, no, no, no
Baby, babe, I need you to skrt on me, babe
But if you with it, wine up on me
Took him to my paradise, silk ribbon my linen
Don’t know ’cause you keep telling me your love ain’t free, babe
Gotta play it by my rules, so I swerve on him
Rode him to sleep, and then I put his shirt on me
Baby, babe, I need you to skrt on me, babe
Don’t know ’cause you keep telling me your love ain’t free, babe
Drop down, luv seh you nuh eye me
‘Cause the hips don’t lie, baby
Pull up from behind, baby, wine up
And I’m playing the field, Brad Wing the punt
Don’t know ’cause you keep telling me your love ain’t free, babe
Said if you ride, baby, ride up
[Chorus]
So, baby, come make your mind up
Pull up from behind, baby, wine up
Got my cash money, you can ask Bird or Slim
Drop down, luv seh you nuh eye me
Don’t know ’cause you keep telling me your love ain’t free, babe
Now he got a big thing for Caribbean women
[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]
Drop down, luv seh you nuh eye me
I need your ten heart now, need your ten toes down, baby

Now they calling me Billy, I’m the goat
Won’t make you do what you don’t wanna do

Drop down, luv seh you nuh eye me

Calvin Harris – Feels (feat. Pharrell, Katy Perry & Big Sean) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

I’m the best you had, you just be comparing me to me

I’m wearing your goggles, virtual reality
[Chorus: Katy Perry]
I cut off all my exes for your x and o’s
[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
Feels with me
Fly in first-class through the air, Airbnb
When I say I want you, say it back, parakeet
Woah, woah, woah
Ride drop top and chase thrills (Hey)
Well nothing ever last forever, no
Don’t be afraid to catch feels
I know you ain’t afraid about this (I know)
I’m your window shopper, sucker for your love, oh
I know you ain’t afraid to pop pills (Hey)
Don’t be afraid to catch feels (No, no)
I feel my old flings was just preparing me
Baby, I know you ain’t scared to catch feels (Straight up)
Don’t be afraid to catch feels
To memorize the way you shock me (Zap)
[Chorus: Katy Perry]
(Chop, chop) Do you mind if I steal a kiss?
[Outro: Katy Perry & Big Sean]
Just wanna feel it from you (Hey)

Feels with me (Woah)
As long as it shocks you, memory, electricity
I came in through in the clutch with the lipsticks and phones
Wear your fave cologne just to get you alone
Goddamn, I know you love to make an entrance
She’s looking for a little more consistency
Just wanna feel it from you (Hey)

I know you ain’t afraid to pop pills
But when you stop looking you gon’ find what’s meant to be
In the same bed, but it still feel long distance
Baby, I know you ain’t scared to catch feels
So I respect you, wanna take it slow
Ride drop top and chase thrills (Oh-oh-oh, oh)
Do you like getting paid or getting paid attention?
Don’t be afraid to catch feels (Ha)
And honestly, I’m way too done with the hoes
Hey!
Don’t be afraid to catch these feels

To memorize the way you shock me
[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]

A little souvenir, can I steal it from you?
Don’t be afraid, baby
Do you mind if I steal a kiss? (Chop, chop)
I’ma ‘at’ this at you, if I put you on my phone
And upload it, it’ll get maximum views
A little souvenir, can I steal it from you? (Oh, yeah)
The way you move it here (Hey)

It ain’t what it cost you, it might be a dollar
One minute you’re here and the next you’re gone
You mixed the wrong guys with the right intentions
[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Baby, I know you ain’t scared to catch feels
The way you move it here (Hey)
Baby, I know you ain’t scared to catch feels
I know, I know, I know, I know
I need a mental receipt to know this moment I owe
Ride drop top and chase thrills (Woah, okay)
Ride drop top and chase thrills (Yeah)
I know you ain’t afraid to pop pills (Hey)
Feels with me
[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]

Feels with me
[Chorus: Katy Perry & Big Sean]

Calvin Harris – Faking It (feat. Kehlani & Lil Yachty) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

I put those pepperonis on your face, made you a creature
And I say I’m okay, but I guess I’m a liar
Know that’s when you miss me, know that’s when you crying

Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
And laughed out on your avenue
‘Cause deep in my mind, girl, I know I do (true)
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
(Fuck you, too)
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Remember that time
I don’t need no shoulders, I’m good crying by myself
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
(Fuck you and you)
Why you holding me?
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
2 AM and faded, I know that’s when you like it
[Chorus: Kehlani]
Why you holding me?
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby

Moving on to chokers, you know I still adore ya
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Why you, why you say "Let go" if you’re still holding it?
(Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat)

Why you, why you say "Let go" if you’re still holding it?
Oh, she killed that shit
I’m not gonna act like I don’t love ya baby
You say you’re okay, but I saw that you liked it
I done made millions of dollars
I didn’t know she could get that high but she killed that
Nowadays, I’m just a bitch to everybody else
Why you, why you say "Let go" if you’re still holding it?
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Pray to God, but I’m feeling like he’s going deaf
And I say I’m okay, but I guess I’m a liar

An unrequited love is just a lover’s hell
She was killing it, that was hard, bruh

[Pre-Chorus: Kehlani]
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby

Now I think about you
Tried to search all through the world not well
[Chorus: Kehlani]
I remember all of the times we were parked by your house
But I’m still alone until I come home back to you (yah!)
2 AM and faded, I know that’s when you like it

You say you’re okay, but I saw that you liked it
Why you, why you say "Let go" if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
She’s a heartbreak teacher (oh, yah!)
[Post-Chorus: Kehlani]
You’re a stone cold diva (yaah!)

Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby

Whoa, you can’t front
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say "Let go" if you’re still holding it?
Why you, why you say "Let go" if you’re still holding it?
Go Lani, go Lani
[Verse 2: Kehlani]
But I can’t find a girl that lives close like you (no!)
Same old fucking story everybody sing
[Verse 1: Kehlani]
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
I had to get counseling from my moms
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Know that’s when you miss me, know that’s when you crying
Hey, I’ve been wanting to call ya, tell you that I’m sorry
[Pre-Chorus: Kehlani]
[Chorus: Kehlani]
Now when I lean on you and I got nothing left
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Every single time I eat pizza, ohh

Calvin Harris – Hard To Love (feat. Jessie Reyez) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

I know that they love me for real
Than easy to leave, you should believe me
Than easy to leave, you should believe me
I guess I’ll take it, heartbreaker
[Pre-Chorus: Jessie Reyez]
Ego issues, my head is swollen

I like being ugly, that way if they love me
But I love to drink
And I don’t smoke
Go deeper
I guess I’ll take it, heartbreaker
I’d rather be hard to love
At least that’s what I think
"I need freedom, I need freedom"
Go deeper
I’d rather be hard to love
Like I’m a freak

Fall in love
‘Course you love me
I don’t miss a thing
Baby, I’d rather be hard to love
Maybe you don’t need freedom, freedom
Haven’t you needed me?
I love it when your roots go deep so I know you won’t leave
That shit feels like fucking
[Pre-Chorus: Jessie Reyez]
[Refrain: Jessie Reyez]
Go deeper, go deep
[Verse 1: Jessie Reyez]
Oh my God, that feels nuts on its own
But I’m still nice
Than easy to leave, you should believe me
But I love to sing

I like being ugly, that way if they love me
I’m paranoid
I love it when your roots go deep so I know you won’t leave

[Bridge: Jessie Reyez]
I don’t like to talk
Haven’t you needed me?
I guess I’ll take it, heartbreaker
A title, I can’t shake it, can’t fake it
But then I pull out, and say
But if you stick this by all I shoulder
Go deeper
Go deeper, go deep
[Chorus: Jessie Reyez]
[Chorus: Jessie Reyez]
A title, I can’t shake it, can’t fake it
I know that they love me for real
Go deep
But I got news for you, I came broken
Than easy to leave, you should believe me
[Outro: Jessie Reyez]
I guess I’ll take it, heartbreaker
I know that they love me for real

A title, I can’t shake it, can’t fake it

A title, I can’t shake it, can’t fake it
Haven’t you needed me?
I like being ugly, that way if they love me
I like being ugly, that way if they love me
I know that they love me for real
Go deeper

I got a million chips on my shoulder
You don’t know me
Baby, I’d rather be hard to love
That shit feels like, that shit feels like some ego tripping shit
[Verse 2: Jessie Reyez]
Haven’t you needed me?