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2 Chainz - Money Maker ft. Lil Wayne


2 Chainz - Money Maker Lyrics

Southern University
(What's up with y'all?)
(Yeah, we back, I'm back) Alabama State
FAMU
(Shit, you know) Clark Atlanta
(It feel good to be back) Uh

Ah shake your money-maker
Don't let that money make ya
I shake that money-maker (uh)
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your money-maker (yeah)
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your money-maker (Tony)
Don't let that money make ya, baby (let's go)

Yeah, ah shake that money-maker (money)
Don't let that money make ya (uh)
You know I come to date you, and I'll accommodate ya (accommodate)
I'll make you cum, I ate you, I know your home lately (lone)
I turn your curly hair into that bone, straighten it (bone)
I make you moan, baby (moan)
It feel right, don't it? I know I'm wrong, baby (wrong)
That pheromone fragrance, can't miss no car payments (no)
I kiss her earlobe, like, "What you doin' later?" (What you doin'?)
The broken alligator (yeah), them lames agitate her (ooh)
I'm talkin' natural beauty, no make-up applicator (no need)
She say I killed the pussy (kill it), I seen the affidavit
She blew my cap off (blew) like I had graduated (tell 'em)
The roof decapitated (yeah), the booth contaminated (damn)
Hey, check my face card, I bet it's laminated (true)
My jewelry carbonated, my yard a hundred acres (a hunnid)
I'd like to nominate you to roll my dice in Vegas

now shake your money-maker
Don't let that money make ya
I shake that money-maker (uh)
Don't let that money make ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, shake your money-maker (yeah)
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your money-maker (Collegrove)
Don't let that money make ya, baby (Collegrove) (let's go)

You can have a piece of my love
(Collegrove) Ii's waiting for you
(Collegrove) Girl, it's true
Uh, yeah (uh)

I don't do cap, I don't do cap
I don't do yap (yeah), I make it hap' (yeah)
I don't wan' rap (yeah), I just wan' tap
Bitch, make it clap, blapp-blapp-blapp-blapp
Work that ass back, back-back-back-back
And now that ass fat, it used to be flat
What happened to that? Then she made it blatt
She say, "How it feel?" I say, "It feel like facts"
Then she start twerkin' (yeah), this life a circus
You can ask Barnum, you can ask Bailey (whoa)
We don't need love, we just need favors
Put that on repeat and don't change the station (whoa)
Daddy ain't cheap, and mama ain't basic
And mama agree that daddy the greatest
And all I could see is ass-ass, ass-ass-ass, I'm in the matrix
This dick a tummy-acher (yeah), this dick a jumper cable (uh)
Girl, let my tongue invade you, then let that cum escape you (yeah)
Shake that money-maker, shake it lemon pepper
Like a salt shaker, give my high blood pressure, yeah (whoa)

Now shake your money-maker (shake that money-maker)
Don't let that money make ya (don't let that money make ya)
Now shake that money-maker (now shake that money-maker)
Don't let the money make ya (don't let that money make ya)
Oh, shake your money-maker (shake your money-maker)
(Shoutout to all the HBCUs out there)
Don't let that money make ya (don't let that money)
Oh, shake your money-maker (shake that money)
Don't let that money make ya, baby (don't let that money) (let's go, yeah)

You know, A&M, Alcorn, Jackson State (shake that money)
Grambling, know I'm sayin'?, Texas Southern
'Skegee, Morehouse, TSU, Fort Valley
Know I'm sayin'? We black


Song title: Money Maker
Artist: 2 Chainz ft. Lil Wayne

Mulatto - Muwop ft. Gucci Mane


Mulatto - Muwop Lyrics
Big Latto
Wop
Ayy (J White I need a beat I can go off on. ooh)
Ayy

I'm a Freek-A-Leek (oh)
But I can't let a broke nigga beat (no)
Know he for the streets (yeah, yeah)
So when you see me nigga don't speak (shh)
Put 'em straight to sleep
I don't sell pussy, but this ain't cheap (on God)
Abracadabra, got rappers and trappers
Yeah, I got some tricks up my sleeve (woo)
Drama, I'm with the shits (uh-huh)
You want a problem? Don't wanna hit
Ol' hoe ass, trick ass, ready to snitch ass
Simp ass, weak ass, bitch (bitch)
My DM is flooded, my AP is flooded
Still wet this bitch up with the stick
Don't give a fuck, I'm runnin' it up
Big Latto, I pop my shit

'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (yeah)
Get it from my mama (yeah)
I'm not with the games
I'm with all the drama (yeah)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make' em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)

'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (girl)
Get it from my mama (mama)
I'm not with the games (games)
I'm with all the drama (drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
I look good good, bitch, I'm fine fine (fine, fine)
Make 'em gimme brain, make 'em give me Einstein
I walked in the meetin', label seen a dollar sign
It took a couple M's for me to sign the dotted line
Slim waist with a booty, this nigga dumb if he lose me (yeah)
This boy think I love him, bitch, I'm Big Latto not Susie
Film him eatin' this coochie, I swear my life is a movie (yeah)
Walk down nasty with Boosie and now I got one with Gucci (wop)

'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (yeah)
Get it from my mama (yeah)
I'm not with the games (yeah)
I'm with all the drama (yeah)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)

'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (girl)
Get it from my mama (mama)
I'm not with the games (games)
I'm with all the drama (drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)

First I take off her bra, she like to fuck in the car
I just shot up the club, that mean I'm fuckin' her raw
When your bitch seen me, she fell in love on the spot
Don't wear your heart on a sleeve, don't put no trust in no thot (don't)
I'm a crazy ass nigga, got a bi-polar temper
Go to sleep with my pistol, go to war 'bout my sister
I would fix my bitch body, but she was fine already
Tried to sign Mulatto, but she was signed already (well damn)
Chopsticks like Karruche, I'ma film make a movie (Gucci)
Sick and tired of Big Gucci, could retire off of Gucci
Can't expire, work for hire, her favorite rapper is Gucci
Favorite trapper is Gucci, I'm a legend like Tookie
Opposite of John Legend, I touch keys with no music
Ask how I know it's a hit, because J White just produced it
Favorite gun is the Uzi, favorite rapper is Gucci
Favorite trapper is Gucci, I'ma film this a movie (guap)

'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (girl)
Get it from my mama (mama)
I'm not with the games (games)
I'm with all the drama (drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer

'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (girl)
Get it from my mama (mama)
I'm not with the games (games)
I'm with all the drama (drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)


Song title: Muwop
Artist: Mulatto ft. Gucci Mane


Future ft. Drake - Life Is Good Lyrics


Workin' on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much
Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin' nuts
Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush

[Verse: Drake]
Say my days are numbered, but I keep wakin' up
Know you see my texts, baby, please say some
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
I don't even know what that's about, watch your mouth
Baby got a ego twice the size of the crib
I can never tell her shit, it is what it is (What)
Said what I had to and did what I did (Ayy)
Never turn my back on FBG, God forbid
Virgil got the Patek on my wrist doin' front flips
Givin' you my number, but don't hit me on no dumb shit

[Chorus: Drake]
Workin' on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual (Like usual)
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much
Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin' nuts
Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush

[Interlude: Future]
It's cool, man, got red bottoms on
Life is good, you know what I mean? Like

[Part II]

[Chorus: Future]
Yeah, hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemars-ed the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo

[Verse 1: Future]
Granny, she was standin' right there while I catch a play on a brick, woo
I make them lil' niggas go haywire, Taliban in this bitch, woo
I done been down bad in them trenches, had to ride with that stick, woo
Who gave you pills? Who gave you that dust? Pluto sent you on a lick, woo
Too many convicts that roll with me to play in this shit, woo
I'm tryna avoid nonsense, get Osama spray in this bitch, woo
They at the candlelight lightin' it up, nigga, anybody can get it, woo
I'm on a PJ lightin' it up, Backwood full of sticky, woo
I'm tryna tote that Draco in London and it's extended, woo
They gotta stretch a nigga out, we gon' die for this shit, woo
Yeah, I ride for my niggas, I lie to my bitch, woo
We some poor, high-class niggas, made it, we rich, yeah
I was at the bando, got a penthouse for a closet, woo
It's like a chandelier on my neck, my wrist, woo
I got pink toes that talk different languages, woo
Got Promethazine in my blood and Percocet, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemars-ed the bitch, woo Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo

[Verse 2: Future]
Racks by the ton, I call up Serena
I go tremendo for new fettuccine
All fact though, carat the pinky
All fact though, we ordered the Fiji
I'm in the loop with the voo, I'm in the loop with the woo, which one you workin'?
I'll put your face on the news, I'll put the pussy on the shirt after I murk it
Then make 'em go shoot up the hearse, cost me a quarter bird, nigga, it's worth it
And you a maniac, a fuckin' alien, how you splurgin'?
Got that kitty cat, I'm havin' fun with that, goin' Birkin

[Chorus: Future]
Yeah, hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemars-ed the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo

[Outro: Future]
Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch
Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, yeah
Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, uh
Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch


Song: Life Is Good
Artist: Future ft. Drake