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Italian Style Salad with Sweet Corn, Tomatoes andBalsamic Vinegar

Greek Salad with sweet cornand black olives

"Dreams Come True"

(performed by Yo Gotti, Ace Hood, Mack Maine & Birdman)

[Intro: Birdman (Yo Gotti)]

(Yea!) Birdman, pussy

Sittin' on this muthafuckin' hill

(Rich Gang, billionaire status)

All day! One hundred

[Hook: Yo Gotti]

I believe dreams come true

Cause my ass woke up in that Bugatti coupe

That bitch ain't got a roof

This 1.5 on a a coupé

Rich Gang, nigga dreams come true

Bad bitch, I make her dreams come true

[Interlude: Yo Gotti (Birdman)]

Rich Gang, nigga dreams come true

Dope boy, I'm a dream come true

(Big Gang Millionaires, nigga)

I believe dreams come true

[Ace Hood:]

Ace Hood, dat right

Hood Nation, OG, whattup doe?

You already know...

I believe dreams come true

Can't wait for the Rolls Royce to make the coupé (can't wait)

I'm lying on a mil, that's the truth (yea)

Spent five thousand dollars on some shoes

That's what you call stuntin'

I turn in none, ran into my freak bucket (oh word)

Then turn a pussy, ran into my cute puppet

No ventriloquist, I make it talk to me (Hi!)

I'm the richest nigga in my hood

10 chains on me, smoking Cali good

Private plane luggage never necessary

I can take you where they never could

That super fly shit is mandatory

Chasing all this money, I just can't avoid it

Jesus pieces only keeping me anointed

Getting richer, niggas highly disappointed

But umm...

[Hook]

[Interlude]

[Mack Maine:]

And I done seen dreams come true

Bentley truck 'bout to drop, give me two (haha)

Presidential rollies for my whole crew

Me and Bird see the world through a bird's eye view

Man we started from the bottom now we here (yea)

GT V bottles at the table, no beer (ya heard?)

Hustlers' my career, never had fear

I'm flying on a lear high, rest in peace Aaliyah

Man I spent 3.5 Million on a crib

Young Hot Boy, had to get how I live

The main question is, why am I always smiling? I'm living

I was born with the drive, now a nigga get driven

Young Money

[Hook]

[Birdman:]

And I done seen dreams come through

11 hundred catana, sock on the new shoe

Moving birds out the coupé

The sun do shine, we can knock him off for the loop (BLAAAT~!)

Stunna Island out the pound homie

Stunna Island with my rounds homie

Moving eleven, strapped with a mack

A hundred G's in a dufflebag stacked

White doves, and we serving out of Bentley

Uptown, moving round, now we filthy

Paint the whole town

Red on that brown, lay 'em all down (BLAAAT!)

[Hook: w/ Birdman ad-libs]

[Outro: Birdman]

Yea!

Party never stops, nightlife poppin'

Take that shit to the mansion nigga

Stunna island where we hold it down, put it down

One hundred

"Bigger Than Life"

(performed by Chris Brown, Tyga, Birdman & Lil Wayne)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

Look around, is this where you wanna be? (Yeah, YMCMB)

We don't gotta play around (no, no, no, no)

And when the sun comes up we gonna be alright

Speak up on it baby we gonna be alright

I want you to know this is big, I'm bigger than life, bigger than life

(Flashy life style)

Oooooh when the sun goes down we gonna be alright

This is we, I'm bigger than life

[Verse 2: Tyga]

Uh, The city love me every night

And you're waving to the fans it ain't hard to decide

She know we fly, she pick a flight in no time

I'll be by my own business, why you busy minding mine?

You was on my level we both came from the ghetto

And later were separated, we hate it, I'm glad you made it

When your mountain top they say there is no where to go

But now I'll be chillin' just look around

Perpendicular momma be straight forever, her crib about an hour

Now she out of town

Predicted it be better we change we change the game like quarters

Two dimes together they high five until whatever

I can mention your name but I rather keep it clever

YMCMB I tell ya every letter

She just wanna chill with a star feel

Special no stressing no pressure, I'll bless you

[Hook: Chris Brown]

I'm bigger than life [x3]

This is we, bigger than life [x2]

Ooooh when the sun goes down it will be, this is will be alright,

This is we, I'm bigger than life

[Verse 3: Birdman]

Money on the grind, money on my mind do it big time

Turn your head line, big money nigga, hustle hundreds nigga

Old school nigga, hundred mill nigga

Chandelier lights, persion on the rug, reberta for the bitch, nine for the plug

Counter hundred G's, fifty on the piece cooking up some keys, flip it with some B's [Yeah]

Everyday the same grind, up late nights nigga tryna flip mine, born to shine

Plaques on every shelf blind any whether nigga

With the smith and west {blah}

Million on the whip nigga, shit Gucci bag full of chips nigga

Yeah and I got this game off the flow moving bricks on the low

Hundred G's full of throne uptown off the mound nigga

Shredded down put it down, put it in every town nigga, big money stay poping

{Up town real nigga}

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Uh, smoking on the good, killing these hoes like glare Underwood

Dreads on the wind, blowin' like ribbon, getting money like a bitch

Um, robyn givings God is my showver take to my destiny

White girl, black girl, I call that referee

I'm differently alive, bullshit a side, red flag in my pocket

I cought a bully eye, I ain't gave fuck about another motherfucker every night

I pray to God that I don't kill a undercover! word to my mother, give the world to my mother, I swear when my mother dies... that's when I'm a die, fuck bitches get money, young money go hard, skate hard, big B's no honey, got that drop top Maybach, smelling like payback (Payback uh)

[Hook]

"50 Plates"

(performed by Rick Ross)

[Intro:]

This the realest shit in the streets

Untouchable empire

The only niggas breaking Backwoods was in the Bentleys baby

Believe it

Let's get this motherfucking money

(Rich gang)

[Hook:]

I'm down to fill these empty sacks

My little niggas gonna set me straight

Trying to flip these 50 plates

It's time to flip these 50 plates

This little jewel gonna set me straight

[Verse 1:]

Chrome wheels on my 68

Double M strong in fifty states

My Mexicans gonna get me straight

But that phone bill it can't be late

Six mil in that interstate

I'm down to fill these empty sacks

Grinding nigga wanna beat this case (Boss)

Gun charge in New York state

Ho niggas up in my face

Painkillers take pain away

Raaa them sticks come, they bang away

Raaa bang, bang, bang anyway

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

Big wheels on my big V8

Fuck with me you wanna get this cake

Diamonds fill my empty sacks

These hundred bills just made my day

Strip club is where we meet

Big booty is how she eats

Them fuck niggas she know they fake

I'm in the club get to flip my pays

My lil niggas gonna set me straight

My Cuban blood he got that weight

Tell [?] come get this cake

[Hook]

Italian Style Salad with Sweet Corn, Tomatoes andBalsamic Vinegar

Greek Salad with sweet cornand black olives

"100 Favors"

(performed by Detail, Birdman & Kendrick Lamar)

[Intro: Detail]

Swear I be sitting here thinking 'bout the shit that we've been through

And all I know is girl I owe you 100, 100, 100 favors

I owe you 100 favors, 100, 100, 100 favors

[Verse 1: Detail]

Niggas all talk, it'll never change

Keep on choosin do your thang

All them favors, I call her like a driver

Drowning in that pussy, and I'm a soul survivor

Vodka, hunned flavors, GT watermelon

She always do me favors, and I don't never tell her

GT yellow mango, I love to drink juice

Owe her 100 favors, I call her my 100 proof

Man I heard about an angel

[Hook: Detail]

Now I'm sitting here sippin' on the last bit of vodka

All I ever see is your face

Swear I be sitting here thinking bout the shit that you've been doing

And all I know is girl I'll owe 100, 100, 100 favors

I give you 100 favors, 100, 100, 100 favors

Now I'm sitting here sippin' on the last bit of GT

All I ever see is your face 100 favors

[Verse 2: Birdman]

Prices with the life, rollin on them dice

Spent a mill on a flight

Flew back and she bounced back

High speed, all gold

Lord of the ring, we live that life big time

Big time, 100 times I gave my bitch the sunshine

Harley Davis, Harley Davis,

Twin cam, I gave my bitch a 100 favors

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

You was a college student abusing the credit union

The music was way too loud, the tuition was fuckin stupid

And me I was runnin' wild hittin' licks in my mothers' Buick

Confusing, you like my style even though I was broke and doing

Stick em ups, you wanna pick em up

Inside your Civic Plus the difference was

I wasn't rich as fuck you still would depend on us

And I missed the crush that we had every time winter December come

And we had tempers and arguments, disagreements and senses from

Cupid himself, and I'm shootin' himself

And the paramedics won't come even if you scream for help

Don't let love die, you regroovin' yourself

And I'm losing now too looking at you boo hoo from what's dealt

So as I reminisce the coupon that we used to split at Baileys

On your mothers couch your little brother in the alley

You say K. Dot your page got that pay that Birdman and Jay got

One day you'll reap what you sow, now I reap for us both

That's one hunnid

[Hook]

Italian Style Salad with Sweet Corn, Tomatoes andBalsamic Vinegar

Greek Salad with sweet cornand black olives

"Burn The House"

(performed by Detail)

[Verse 1: Detail]

Oh I know we started wrong

Wish the things I said were gone

More than I can still make love to you

Leave our towels in the bathroom

Pictures in the living room

Dishes in the kitchen

[Bridge:]

Girl let's just

Burn this house down

Leave everything inside of it

Burn this house down

Oh oh oh

Burn this house down

[Hook:]

It'll never be the same (same)

Let's burn our house down (down)

Leaving everything behind

Let's burn this place down

[Verse 2:]

Call the driver, girl let's go

Me and you done did that

I fuck bitches for fun

You fuck niggas just to get back

Girl you keep my blinkers on

Don't you pull me over baby

Always [?] that kitty home

Sexy send over said menu baby get your order on

[?]

Fuck me after I get in

I call it get yo live on

We done been through gold plates, glass plates, even paper plates

Damn

I hate dates

Damn

We do dates to set the record straight

Damn

Never going, going, going back home

Strike these matches up and leave that bitch alone

[Bridge:]

Oh I know we started back

Leave everything inside

Burn this house down

Oh oh oh yeah

Burn this house down

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

Ain't nothing little

Quick to be on your own

Quick to be left all alone

Where you going

Where the fuck you going

We can burn the past, never regret it

Crib got solar panels

Let the fucking sun get it

Now we rolling premium

No need for pumping unleaded

Fuck you when you mad

But somehow I never upset it

Bee sting tits

I make em bigger

Get yo tits fixed (shit)

Ain't no risk, jennifer aniston got the same tits (shit, damn)

Never going, going, going back home

Strike these matches up and leave that bitch alone

[Verse 1]

[Bridge]

[Hook]

Italian Style Salad with Sweet Corn, Tomatoes andBalsamic Vinegar

Greek Salad with sweet cornand black olives

"Panties To The Side"

(feat. French Montana, Tyga, Bow Wow & Gudda Gudda)

[Hook: French Montana]

Shorty pull her panties to the side

Told me keep my feelings to the side

For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds

Shorty pull her panties to the side

Told me keep my feelings to the side

For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds

[Verse 1: Tyga]

She move them panties to the side

She give me head while I drive

These bitches flyin' in like flies

Maybach, no roof, turn a bitch, butterfly

Rose gold in that Autobon

I'm gettin' money in real time

That big hand on them dollar signs

I'm on west coast rich time

Get punched out for yo' punchlines

These niggas snitchin' like I did the crime

I get the cake like the baker man

No jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man

These niggas hood-hoppers

Don't give a bitch no options

I do this shit for my squadron

Ain't got no time for no conference

I call up some real niggas, but they ain't 'bout that talkin'

I walk in wit' my bitch, fattest ass in the party

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bow Wow]

Started with a stack, then I got 5 mo'

Could have bought a ball team, with all this money I blow

Walk in stalls, cause these hoes know im finna go retarded

Ballin hard no James Harden, Bentley truck to big to park it

Comma get for that work, Gettin head blowin purp

One hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt

Pussy sweet like apple juice, fuck her til her pussy loose

And when im done, pass her to my man, so Ben can see what that pussy do

And she touching her self, what you gone off a molly

And she thick, and she finer than a mothafucka, lookin like tatted [?]

Fuck all night no strings attached

Say no on love shit, girl this some fun shit

Dick to [?], and when I lick this spot I'mma make you cum quick

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]

Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids

I'm with the number one stunna,

Hands rubbin everytime we doing numbers,

GT, Waka, all summer

Yeah, its time to bring them raris out

Scratch that, we bringing them bugatti out

I'mma show em how to get this money

I'm laughing to the bank, you niggas money funny

I'mma real nigga, you is a counterfeit

Throw a hunnid racks, tell her count it bitch

Money blowing like a fountain, bitch

All my paper adding up, you only talking shit

[Hook]

"Angel"

(feat. Mystikal, Jae Millz, Ace Hood, Gudda Gudda, Birdman & Mack Maine)

[Hook]

Talk to me baby, tell me who I am

Tell my nigga I said what's up, when you get a chance

Tell my bitch I said what's up, when you get a chance

She said when can you do it, we can do it when you can

Girl I'm all about the angels

Come down from heaven, you angel

Pop that pussy every angle

I swear I love my angel, my angel

[Verse 1: Mystikal]

You might not believe me, think that I'm trippin', but nigga I saw angel

I did, I did, that trip was big, I mean she was off the chain

I wasn't stalkin' but couldn't stop lookin', like she called my name,

Man if I get a chance she might notice I'm fly like I'm off the plane

I'm aimin' my move, you know what I mean,

In order to be sacreligious, to look like them religious jeans

Blame her mother, but don't tell her dad

Bitch have got a, heavenly body, but one hell of an ass

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]

Hold up, wait a minute

Let me put some Millzy in it

Ain't no hands inside her body, but I bet she feel me in it

That bathroom in danger when we desoliving anger

I work her ass out so good she got rid of her trainer

Talk to me, bad bitches they honk to me

She a TV-shot non-stop now watch that pussy walk to me

Fuck 'em all girl, we gon' make them sweat

Our top down and it ain't even at webby yet, so

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]

Okay now do me like a favour, or do me like a chore

Or do me in your favourite red bottoms, oh Lord

I say my guardian angel, I swear her features a blessin'

She gon' learn today, I taught that pussy a lesson

I beat that up like I just made hell, kiss that pussy whenever do tell

Give her that package, you got mail

When it kind of your love I'll take that [?]

I'm lookin' for you girl, and do shit a molly world

I want a rotten fish, old Tuna spoil you girl

[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda]

She makes that ass clap, like a naughty girl

Introduce you to some better things I can show you girl

Lights on, but take that Prada off, I beat it like a xylophone

No phones, but I can be the one that you're calling on

Talk to me baby, walk with me baby

Then we can take a long ride in this charcoal Mercedes

I'm the boss you my lady

You keep it wet, I go underwater swimming

I be a shark for you baby

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Mack Maine]

Man I got pussy from my angel, head from my angel

I spent a night in heaven, me and Elvis split a Mango

She had that aquafina mermaid wet wet

I heard the love gods hollerin' out, "Man, we got next"

Her physique is unique like the clothes from boutique

Hit that ass 'til she peak and can't speak

She got wings on that pussy, she's so fucking fly

And everybody say she's dope, but this another high

[Verse 6: Birdman]

Talk to me baby my lady and my friend too

Notice flower bomb the scent when she breeze through

Bitches hatin' cause we sitting on top

When you walk the block the traffic stop

The 2-seater that I copped, that's for me and you

Drop the top back, your hair breezing through

I lay my stunt down proper, top shotter original [?]

[Hook]

Italian Style Salad with Sweet Corn, Tomatoes andBalsamic Vinegar

Greek Salad with sweet cornand black olives

"Sunshine"

(performed by Limp Bizkit, Flo Rida, Birdman & Caskey)

I just know, I just know, I just know, I just know

That every day is sunshine

Can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong

When every day is sunshine

I was born by the river with the sunblock

Say I'm cooking up the heat so I'm a stay hot

And just like that river, I've been running ever since I know I can't go wrong if I'm on top

I've got the shine on me, when I say me he's'gotta ride for the team 'cause I'm on that

The sun hit me every morning, the club with them models, come and feel 'em like I'm calling

The Don Perrier, probably like a cactus, throwing every Franklin, I'm a Tim Jackson

Action 'the napkins, wet, no cash, got a milly after taxes

I'm on the road to winning, I've been exposed to women

Already know what they getting but with the flow in the middle they gotta think twice

And just know that every day is like sunshine

I know, I know

I just know, I just know, I just know, I just know

That every day is sunshine

Can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong

When every day is sunshine

Every day is sunshine

I'm just playing my position, no intermission in the mission

All of my idols big pimping, all of my rivals been missing

This right here ain't revival, this right here is the birth of an idol

This right here is why I work for the title, I gotta be an icon

My old man had dreams of putting nice, he rest in peace, a lil' bit of him rest in me

Every time that I'm blessed to be '

I work hard, got scars, I got a mother I provide for, I got homies I would die for

A big sis I would lie for but I ain't relying on this record, no

I'm working on my vernacular, I'm tryina have a lil' brains to back it up

I used to roll around town in a maxima, now my next step ' looking spectacular

And that right there is a blessing, truest evil when this shit go wrong, don't stress it

'Cause sometime the universe testing you

I just know, I just know, I just know, I just know

That every day is sunshine

Can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong

When every day is sunshine

Every day is sunshine

Fade those lights, paid that price and did it

Overnight when we shoot that dice

And I'll probably fly, play that game and did it

Hustle from the bottom and get it

Get this money then flip it

Swag, Louis, Gucci, Red Flag

Louboutin, foreign cash, hundred dollars on my kite

Hundred dollars on my flight, hundred Gs every night

I just know, I just know, I just know, I just know

That every day is sunshine

Can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong

When every day is sunshine

Every day is sunshine

When every day is sunshine

Every day is sunshine

"Have It Your Way"

(performed by T.I., Birdman & Lil Wayne)

[Verse 1: T.I.]

You know what it is, pimpin' king in the building

All about the millions, no time to play with children

Call me when you grown up, nigga, I'm an owner

Them Ferraris doin' doughnuts on the corner

I went for mine, nickels, dimes, choppers,.9s,.45s

Went to prison, did my time, got back out and still I shine

This year is mine, nigga, give it up, step aside

I'm a ride 'til I die, all bullshit aside

Think I'm faking? Come and try - just prepare to be surprised

If you lookin' for some drama, it's my pleasure to oblige

We believe in the now, what I rep I be about

That's the reason why I'm hot, from a little to a lot

I ain't for permission, I just mashed for a minute

First the business, then the cash, then the club, then the bitches

Get your ass out the kitchen, it's too hot, shit, you not

Know you niggas gettin' man cause you see I'm gettin' guap

[Hook:]

I'm just makin' my way, we can parlay

I'm so about my business, 'bout that money always

That's how we do it all day, all day, all night

We can do it all day, okay? Alright, alright

I'm just makin' my way, we can parlay

I'm so about my business, 'bout that money always

That's how we do it all day, all day, all night

We can do it all day, okay? Alright, alright

[Verse 2: Birdman]

Lost on this island, nigga

Deep in this ocean, nigga

Money and power, nigga

Fuck 'em, we focussed, nigga

Fuckin' these models, nigga

Game, we roped it, nigga

Flowers and bottles, nigga

Get it and smoke it, nigga

Yeah... Stunna Man game plan

Mastermind, 100 mill' nigga, in my hand

Landin' in the sand with the pork, nigga

Mussolini business, we came up, nigga

Gave the game to my lil' nigga

Real nigga, kill or be killed nigga

You know a deal is a deal, nigga

And them houses we build, nigga

Business is business, homie

Cause we be the business, homie

Yeah, this is Su Wu business homie

See we get it and flip it, homie

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Two white girls in my bed, one still up, one asleep

I'm on the balcony smokin', on the phone with my girl

She like: "I know somebody over there, cause nigga

You never go on the balcony"

What's poppin'

I'll make you bow down and welcome me

I played my cards right and your girlfriend dealt with me

Mama, I'm a motherfucker when I get the alc' in me

But I just popped a Perc

And you know can't mix that medicine with alcohol

Don't get yourself involved

I see you pussies getting old - menopause

Too much pussy on the road - I'm homesick

AK parties happen right under my armpit

We them niggas that they act like - get the facts right

Cat-eyed Benz, cat-eyed Beamer, cat fight

Cat-eyed bitch in a cat suit with tattoos

My swag mean, nigga - bad dude

[Hook]

Italian Style Salad with Sweet Corn, Tomatoes andBalsamic Vinegar

Greek Salad with sweet cornand black olives

"Paint Tha Town"

(feat. Game, Birdman & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Birdman]

Yeah, Bigger than life, YMCMB

Flashy Life, Yeah (Blehh)

[Hook: The Game]

Red everything, Red (Red) Bentley

Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red send me

Rack (Rack) in my pocket, What colour is that motherfucker

Same colour as your insides motherfucker

You know we bang money, bang bang bang money

Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang dummy

And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags

For the money motherfucker, Wall street cash

[Verse 1: Birdman]

Red jet, Hoppin' with my red flag

Pretty red bitch, with my teeth tatt

Holla respect the stuntin' in my digery-dash

Stay fly out the paw Young Money cash

We bang money, bang bang bang money

Cash Money Young Money bitch we flip cash

Blood line on my bloods see we see and smash

Tony guns ak's nigga spit and dash

High Life, Carbine with a extra mag

Hit the curve, bad bitch nigga dig and dash

My life has never been the same since the cash

My life ain't been the same since I bust this ass

Teardrop gangster, High life gangster

Cash Money Young Money bitch we the gangsters (Believe that)

You find me on the choppa with my choppa 9's choppers you can roof bitch ready chop em

We laugh into the bank bitch

High life more money in the bank bitch

You know we do it 24, shit

More ho's out the paw when we blow bitch

[Hook: The Game]

Red everything, Red (Red) Bentley

Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red send me

Rack (Rack) in my pocket, What colour is that motherfucker

Same colour as your insides motherfucker

You know we bang money, bang bang bang money

Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang dummy

And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags

For the money motherfucker, Wall street cash

[Verse 2: The Game]

Run up on this Bentley wish a motherfucker would

I leave yo ass in Louisiana off in the woods

Choppa sinister city, bad boy since the Diddy

And my Phantom like a stripclub, ass and titties

I fuck rats, top models and regular ho's

Take a ball player picture Nas in my regular clothes

And you could have her back, I don't swear ho's

I put that on my hood like the crown on the cadillac

Teardrop gangster, only got one

But if I counted all the bodies they drip to my louis vuitton

All red Yeezy's, yeah the flame edition

The say I'm out of my mind like I got a cocaine addiction

Cause when I was young I had Young Money

Niggas try to stress me out so I tatted it on my tummy

Never been a Skylar, Far from a dummy

But you disrespect my clip I let the chopper red rumming

Yeah, And we bang money, bang bang bang money

50 round drum a nigga try to take this chain from me

You was go and kill me I'd already be dead

Don't make me come to your hood and paint that motherfucker red

[Hook: The Game]

Red everything, Red (Red) Bentley

Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red send me

Rack (Rack) in my pocket, What colour is that motherfucker

Same colour as your insides motherfucker

You know we bang money, bang bang bang money

Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang dummy

And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags

For the money motherfucker, Wall street cash

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Sinister reds hat, Tilt that bitch to the right

You know how them bullets travel, Motherfucker book a flight

Choppa made them niggas dance, motherfucking boogie nights

All of you suckas pussy, None of you pussy's tight

I rep that red flag, That's right that red flag

I still got blood money, I'm counting red cash

I'm in my skinny jeans, with my red Vans

I'm with a bad bitch, with a red ass

Talk crazy nigga, highway to heaven

Automatic start, Automatic weapon

Momma need a dress, You gon' need a reference

I let Marley shoot 'em, Cause I'm an convicted fellon

Sharp Shooter nigga, yeah shots perfect

You have a gog of blood, Bubble up and burp it

I'm in that new coupe, Ball head nigga

I'm Piru, All red nigga

[Outro: The Game/Birdman]

Yeaaaaaaah black wall Cash Money paint the town red

Yeah, We paint the town red.

I tell em motherfucking, Eeeeeeeeey

Black wall Cash Money paint the town red

Yeah, We paint the town red

Tell em holla at me

Hit your town in these whips

Sun shining (Bleehh)

Yeah, Like new money, One Hunna

"Fly Rich"

(performed by Stevie J, Future, Tyga, Meek Mill & Mystikal)

[Intro: Future]

We gon’ get to it, nigga

By any means necessary

We were born like this

[Hook: Future]

I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out…

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out…

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out I be on that fly,

rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

[Verse 1: Tyga]

Quarter-mill for the car, quarter-mill on the arm

Black Double-R, back the fuck off

Drophead, cut your head off, hard top, no soft

Wet pussy turn me on when it keep me hard

King shit, Versace tiles, I ain’t dryin’ off

Marble floors, you dusty niggas couldn’t walk on

Jesus walked on water, so I’mma walk on charters

Private jets, baguettes, only fuck with ballers

All this, half a mill, first week of August I ain’t even doin’ shows, I’m just workin’ on the album

Forty for the feesha, I just payed my mama’s Visa

You in the club breathin’, that Ten X, you niggas Beavis

She give me butt, head – get brain like a genius I got that dope shit, the 80s chrome

Alpinas White Beamer – my son gon’ inherit this flow

You niggas gumball drops on the bottom of my sole

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Young nigga, we Rich Gang

Came up from that rich game

Picture me rollin’ down…

Black Double-R with your bitch, mane

With that top off and that drophead

Pull up on ‘em, they drop dead

Niggas talkin’ that bird shit

When them birds came, they was not dead

And I was out there with that work

From the 15th to the 1st

My clique mean and they merk

We’ll let them clips squeeze like dirt

When it come to them dollars, nigga, why bother?

These niggas don’t want no problems

‘Cause I’ll kill all y’all dead, put a price on your head

Get your brain, I doubt it I be on that fly shit – M-O-B that mob shit

Boy, I’m talkin’ G5 shit

Fifty racks for that ride, shit

That ain’t yours, that’s my bitch

You clocked out and I signed in

We young niggas, we grindin’

We shinin’ like diamonds

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mystikal]

I’m in the club passin’ weed to the bitches, like “hit this shit”

Your stupid ass outside talkin’ ‘bout “get me in!”

Should’ve known I was a fool when I moved

When I pulled up in that Bentley

Told y’all I was against it, somethin’ like a pimp

Don’t say I didn’t – million-dollar flow

Got a lot of dough, brand new clothes

VIP for niggas like me

Wish a motherfucker would touch that rope

Rappers, hustlers, dealers, killers

Thugs, goons, beasts, guerillas

Money, cars, jewels, chinchillas

Jets, cribs, condos, villas

Say that, then… (hold up)

Goddamn right, bitch I’ve been fly since way back when

That’s right, I am YMCM, Grave Street, play that, then

Runnin’ off the tread like a motherfuckin’ masthead

You know that’s him

Tryna sham when you come around stars like us

They threw the din

Ain’t got your game tight, ain’t got your swag up

Shame on them

Your legs too little and your T-Shirt big

Nigga, go to the gym

For the love of my clique, we up in this bitch

So sorry that your girl’s suckin’ my dick

Throwin’ money in the air like I’m sick of this shit

[Hook]

"Here We Are"

(performed by Kevin Rudolf, Limp Bizkit, Birdman & Lil Wayne)

Here we are we are the champions

We've come so far

They said it can't be done

And we're right here and we're still number one

Still number one still number one

Here we are we are the champions

Check it

Always had big hopes as a kid

Just a rotten tomato

Build the shit outta legos

Can't hit the ball if you ain't swing in the back

And like a homerun that boy is not coming back

Rise like cream it's a kid with a dream

Went from never seeing straight to the face on the magazine

Now my team got anthems

Y'all frozen a cold hook from the champion

Here we are we are the champions

We've come so far

They said it can't be done

And we're right here and we're still number one

Still number one still number one

Here we are we are the champions

You know you gotta be strong to survive

When everyone's trying to break you

So let'em hate just go your own way

Don't ever let'em try and change you

And I walk alone through the fire

To the front find myself in the dark

I close my eyes and there you are

Here we are we are the champions

We've come so far

They said it can't be done

And we're right here and we're still number one

Still number one still number one

Here we are we are the champions

Rich gang from Ford to fortune and fame

Spit game for me is as big as the game

Life triple crown on them bright lights

Sunny days rainy nights on them global flights

The like father like son struggle

More muscle gone bust'em we flip digits

Drug fitted go get it

Shit big cause it's bigger than life

Nigga

Here we are we are the champions

We've come so far

They said it can't be done

And we're right here and we're still number one

Still number one still number one

Here we are we are the champions

Number one in this motherfuck

Little Weezy fuck the world with two rappers

But in the meantime I'm a have a nice time

Went from a con artist to an icon

Got the keys to success on my key ring

Used to dream about sugar sweet dreams

But reality's a bitch and she my bitch

Sold my soul to the devil made a profit

Here we are we are the champions

We've come so far

They said it can't be done

And we're right here and we're still number one

Still number one still number one

Here we are we are the champions

"Million Dollar"

(performed by Detail & Future)

[Detail:]

There's a few women out here

That got that million dollar pussy

Sometimes they come from a very struggling environment

[Verse 1: Detail]

Boarding pass that flight

But make sure you on it cause I'm here

And I'm thinking about that shit you said the other night when you text me

And said "when I'm off of your time, you better turn up, you got all the plugs, even wayne came to yo house"

Gold bottles in my kitchen

Candles in my restroom

And I sent her ass to my best room

That fire place got chest room

Two guests, indian or you gotta be arabic

That hour glass look mighty round

Is it real or did you inherit it

Phone calls on phone calls

Girl I keep that work going

All you gotta do is lick them lips

Girl gon and keep that flirt going

First night, popped it off

All you did was look

You was cool once you realize you wasn't fucking with no crook

Baby I don't kiss and brag

I'm a follow your lead

I see the pussy got a tag on it

Go on and let that milli breathe

[Verse 2: Future]

Champagne on her nipple

Dripping on my pistol

Fuck her like I miss her

I just met her and dismissed her

Marble on my counter

Mollys on my counter

Roses in my yard

Dying by the day

Trying water every seed

Showing off my seeds

Water all my seeds

Watch em grow to kids

Keys to the 'Gati

Keys to the 'Rari

Keys to the Lambo

Keys to the Mansion

Keys to the Penthouse

Hmm hmm hmm

You contagious

I can taste it

You need to fuck me like you love me

From your face is on this back, You know your into me

You a fein to me

You into me

You Into Me

[Hook: Future and Nicki Minaj]

Million Dollar Pussy (TapOut)

And I'm gon make her Tap Out

Tap out, Tap Out, Tap out, Tap Out

Tap Out