TYGA - BITCH BETTA HAVE MY MONEY

Bitch better have my money, money money bitchbitch better have my money, money money bitchbitch better have my money, money money bitch

bitch better have my money, moneybring back a hundred take 20, 2020 more minutes then i'm comingi could fuck you longer but bitch i'm in a hurryhurry up, Usain bolt to the moneyswear i'm the shit, everybody fly around meRap like hustling, you hustling with dummiesi got a big ego, bitch don't touch mefuck her for some money, fucking at the countrycrystal with the homeys, you at home lonelycall it macaulay, poking white boobiesfuck the fuck the policethese niggas know they know me50 for the rollie, niggas ain't brodieshoes got him tripping, cuffing like cuff linksdon't know where her tongue berinse it in the fucking sinki don't care what the bitch thinki just know one thing

bitch better have my money, bitch

bitch better have my money, bitchbitch better have my money, bitchbitch better have my money, bitch x 2

It's YG Fo' Hunnid !bitch better have my money, if a bitch don't tell her bounce like a bunnyi don't give a fuck bout what that bitch's talkingshe ain't got the cash tell that bitch get to walkingi eat sleep shit think about them dollarspop a pill, pop a nigga, pop my collari'm popping like a tic tac bitch you better get backfunny looking bitch, who you been fucking, sinbad?i did that, do all, go big, never smallgot a crib with a closet, you would think you at the malland her mouth like holes, in her jaws like wisdom teethYou hear the beat, I bet you they gon' bang this in the middle east, i been a freak9th grade. i was fucking in the bathroomi was fucking at school like my house didn't have roomsmy best friend is named bejamin frankso bitch better have my cake fo hunnid !

bitch better have my money, bitch

bitch better have my money, bitchbitch better have my money, bitchbitch better have my money, bitch x 2i'm so high

man this bitch better have my money, this bitch so smartshe's nothing but a dummybitch better have my mula, fuck them round with a real nigga and a shooterlil' duffle bag bitch , make a nigga richshut the fuck up and jump on this dicknothing but a motherfucking skankfuck what you talking bout and fuck what you thinki need money, i need it real fasti need it real bad like white girls need assmaybe you can help me, break this dub20 motherfucking racks up up in the clubclub, up up in the frontthat's why i sent the bitch to get at each onesuper top rank, treat her like a banki don't give a fuck what the bitch thinkbitch i'm just saying

TRAVIS PORTER - AWW YEA

Aww yeah
Aha
Aha

[Chorus:]
She got a ass on her
And she pretty in the face
I spend some cash on her
She ain't nun to a player
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
If you getting money put your hands in the air
Pockets full of money so we stuntin all year (yeah)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)

[Verse 1:]
Aw! I'll white thing when we arch his ass
I've been counting money all day all night
(Bad)
With my own leather stained on
Took it from a nigga'
Had too get his benz off
Aw man, if you ain't smoking
You ain't drunk
Ready for a show
Found what I want
Easter cleanse
Easy jeans
Kitty cat, Honey
This boy has set up a whole team
Had the whole cloak out
In the via
Shawty want a bowl
She know that when we back
Heading for the bilf
(Oh)
Heading for the Pradas
Then we flesh leave
And we spanning bottles
Before the filming
We will say you models
We put 'em trought college
When I'm playing with them dollars
Ready for the first street
And I feel

[Chorus:]
She got an ass on her
And She pretty in the face
Spend some cash on Her
Ain't nothing To A Player
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
If you getting money put your hands in the air
Pockets full of money so we stuntin all year (yeah)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)

[Verse 2:]
Said the shawty got her ass on her
And it's fat
I tried to take her home, but she rather take Cab
(Iight)
Dancing while we're standing on the chairs (Iight)
You got a bottle gone put it in the air (Iight)
I got some banz on me, I threw some banz on her
I wonder what she'll do if I put my hands on her
Papa rub a ban of her
And do my dance on her
I only throw up the money for which it land on her
Where the hoes at, where the blow at
And where the real thick girls and take a low in
And where the weed at, And where my G's at
And where the freaks but a lady in the street said
Now make it clap for me
Clap clap for me
Now make it clap for me
Clap clap for me
Now make it shake for me
Shake shake for me
Shake for me
Shake for me
Shake for me

[Chorus:]
She got an ass on her
And She pretty in the face
Spend some some cash on her
Ain't nothing Player
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
If you getting money put your hands in the air
Pockets full of money so we stuntin all year (yeah)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)

[Verse 3:]
I ain't good for my girl is in K
Get in the club bye bye Momma, I'm straight
Everytime we had to eat you know we should've stayed
And she ain't with the game, Momma Momma don't play
Shawty ain't tear girl, prayin', callin' Sissy
I met a friend of her 'cause she really dyin' to meet me
And I live in the area, somewhere off the peace tree
She bad to the bone
Taking care of her rear
Aw Yeah
Aw Yeah
Aw Yeah
Her booty
'Cause hell
'Cause hell
'Cause hell
Pop bells
Pop bells
Pop bells

[Chorus:]
She got an ass on her
She pretty in the face
Spend some cash on Her
Ain't nothing Player
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
If you getting money put your hands in the air
Pockets full of money so we stuntin all year (yeah)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)
Aw Yeah!
(Aw Yeah!)

TRAVIS PORTER - AYY LADIES (ft. Tyga)

Intro]
Do It! Do It! Do It!
Ha! Ha! Ha!

[Chorus: Travis Porter]
Okay now ladies.. (YEAAAAH?) If you know you bad (YEAAAAH?)
Don't need no man, got yo' own bands, put up yo' hands
If you a top notch bitch (Woo!), lemme hear you holla (Woo!)
Bend it over, touch ya toes
Whip it out, show the hoes you Bankrollin'
Sling ya hair, hit a broke hoe wit' it
Poke it out, damn shawty you can get it!

[Strap]
If you got some good pussy say (YEAAAAH?)
If you got some good head on ya shouldeeeeers
If you got some good pussy say (YEAAAAH?)
If you never let a hoe fuck you oveeeer
If you 'bout yo' check, drank Moet
Know the pussy stay wet, I need all dat
Tattoos on the back, I see all dat
You already got a man, I ain't tryna be all dat

[Ali]
I'm just tryna hit it by the end of the night
Lil' mama so bad and her booty so tight
When I hit it from the back, don't fuss, don't fight
When I put it in ya mouth, don't scratch, don't bite
I'm showin up, money I'm throwin up
Liquor I'm pourin up, go get you another cup
I told a shorty wassup, told her I'm tryna cut
And then I slapped her dead on the butt

[Chorus]

[Tyga]
Ah! One, two, three, fo', give the booty five
I like my bitches real thick, lil' mo' thighs
Richer than ya own head, nigga no lie
Stacks in the pussy hole, call that the G-spot
HAH!! Real gentleman, fuck and never call again
I'm hot, fresh up out the water I ain't even swim
Heard she got a nigga, well he could be her man
Man, I wouldn't shake his hand with a broke hand
I don't fear naan nigga, boy cold, man
Make a bitch strip butt naked like she pole dance
Standin in the club, on her on the couch, shit
Grab the mic then announced it

[Chorus]

[Quez]
Look, really I'm just tryna break the headboard
Baby girl, yee ain't gotta ask or beg for it
(Aw!) Hell naw! Girl I ain't scared of it
Told her I was 'bout to go nuts with my hands up
First time I met the girl, she was in the club (Yuuup)
Booty like a dice game, just shake it up
Shake shake shake shake like a tamberine
Break 'er down, put her in a blunt like a bag of green
Ladies (ladies) and you know you bad (bad)
Then put yo' hands in the air (What they call her?)
Big Booty Judy, love the way she shake it
Drop it to the flo', gon' earthquake it

[Chorus]

JUICY J - SHOW OUT (ft. Big Sean & Young Jeezy)

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I bring the dough out

Everytime they go out, you know they bring they ho out

Everytime I go out, you know I bring that flow out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

Trippy niggas and a few hoes

One night, two shows

That’s two mansions and team DISPATCHING

Thumbin’ through the check, got my sweatin and pantin’

When you getting money chicks start coming around

Niggas start hatin’ who’s holdin’ you down

All this ice I’m just livin the life

Bad bitches want me, give me head like lice

Hit club LIV in a rush

Pockets so swole I think they finna bust

Ace in my hand and a 45 tuck

Money coming down codeine pourin up

Smokin on some dope, always on a float

20 years in niggas callin me TO GO

Money adding up you haters going broke

Still in the game while you niggas ridin old

See me showin out they muggin I dont give a fuck

How I start my morning off a zip and a double cup

Hating ass niggas, y’all behind me

Ball so hard they want to find me

Juicy J, Taylor Gang

I been rich since the 90′s

[Hook]

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I bring the dough out

Everytime they go out, you know they bring they ho out

Everytime I go out, you know I bring that flow out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

[Verse 2: Big Sean]

All these ratchets hoes say I ain’t shit

Well, at least I ain’t broke ho

Stackin paper like old folks

And you still stayin with your old folks

She a fan, that’s fantastic

Poppin zany’s, that’s zantastic

Gettin rich, band-tastic

White girls like Anne Hatha-

Way going, way out, they wait for my bandwagon

She let me bang and I ain’t got a bandana

Ooh (Freaky)

That’s just how I move

Fast girls, fast money, no more fast food

Came up first class, my passport gettin tattooed (boi)

Young ass playa doing everything that I have too

So everytime I go out

[Hook]

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I bring the dough out

Everytime they go out, you know they bring they ho out

Everytime I go out, you know I bring that flow out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]

I got some bad bitches with me

Say they like Rihanna love Whitney

She say how many bottles do you want, I told her 50

She say anything, yeah bitch a kidney

Everytime I go out, you know I bring that dough out

Finesse is on a milli, it lookin like a blowout

100 bitches with me, look like I left the ho house

100 racks with me, look like I left the blow house

Now we poppin bottles, they came with the sparkles

Got my niggas with me, they came with them yoppers

Got a few ratchets, even a couple models

20 car caravan, I bet they gon follow, ugh

[Hook]

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I bring the dough out

Everytime they go out, you know they bring they ho out

Everytime I go out, you know I bring that flow out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

DRAKE - STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM

[Hook]

Started from the bottom now we're here

Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here

Started from the bottom now we're here

Started from the bottom now the whole team here, nigga

Started from the bottom now we're here

Started from the bottom now my whole team here, nigga

Started from the bottom now we're here

Started from the bottom now the whole team fucking here

[Verse 1]

I done kept it real from the jump

Living at my mama’s house we'd argue every month

Nigga, I was trying to get it on my own

Working all night, traffic on the way home

And my uncle calling me like "Where ya at?

I gave you the keys told ya bring it right back”

Nigga, I just think its funny how it goes

Now I’m on the road, half a million for a show

And we...

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Boys tell stories about the man

Say I never struggled, wasn't hungry, yeah, I doubt it, nigga

I could turn your boy into the man

There ain't really much I hear that's poppin' off without us, nigga

We just want the credit where it's due

I’ma worry about me, give a fuck about you

Nigga, just as a reminder to myself

I wear every single chain, even when I’m in the house

Cause we...

[Hook]

[Bridge]

No new niggas, nigga we don’t feel that

Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?

We don’t like to do too much explaining

Story stays the same I never changed it

No new niggas, nigga we don’t feel that

Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?

We don’t like to do too much explaining

Story stay the same through the money and the fame

Cause we...

[Hook]

CHRIS BROWN - BODY 2 BODY (ft. Ace Hood)

[Chorus - Chris Brown]Baby, you don't have to try to read my mind'Cause you know I wanna get it inAnd tell me Why would we just think about?If you wanna then I got itWe can be body to bodyBody to bodyI don't mean to rush you girlBut we should be body to bodyBody to body, body to body

[Verse 1 - Ace Hood]Uh, picture your body soakin', bath waterNo panties on, come up out them leg warmersWrap up your hair, leave on your heelsKissin' you while I whisper, shawty how it feelLet ya mind wonder, oh you thinking dirtyI was thinkin' you can ride me, Miss Kentucky DerbyI dream about it, let's take advantageMy body on your body, hope that you can manageGotta moan it, damn it, feels goodPulling on her hair to let her know I'm still hoodDamn right, serve her the realThis year of the Ace, bet you that she know the deal

[Chorus - Chris Brown]Baby, you don't have to try to read my mind'Cause you know I wanna get it inAnd tell me Why would we just think about?If you wanna then I got itWe can be body to bodyBody to bodyI don't mean to rush you girlBut we should be body to bodyBody to body, body to body

[Verse 2 - Ace Hood]Uh, so quit ya contemplatin', skip this conversationBy the way, you biting on your lip just gave me confirmationWhat's that Chanel 5?
Very sexy fragranceAre those your real eyesCant tell you're partially AsianBut I know your body got me focused, I'm just so sedatedAnd I guarantee I do you better than your past or latestBody to body, wet as dasaniBet if I hit your spot, I'll make you tsunamiChange up the sheets, no time to sleepAsked her what she's thinking, she replied that I'm a beastYeah she replied that I'm a beastGot it locked between the sheets and even in the streets

[Chorus - Chris Brown]Baby, you don't have to try to read my mind'Cause you know I wanna get it inAnd tell me why would we just think aboutIf you wanna then I got itWe can be body to bodyBody to bodyI don't need to rush you girlBut we should be body to bodyBody to body, body to body

[Chris Brown]We'll make love on the floor, you kissing my tattoosI'm pullin' your hair you scream my nameCall me daddy, baby, I got youGo get in your bed and lay down, down, downGirl, are you ready, 'cause I'm gonna want you face down, down, downRight now, you fuckin' with a real freak!

[Chorus - Chris Brown]Baby, you don't have to try to read my mind'Cause you know I wanna get it inAnd tell me Why would we just think about?If you wanna then I got itWe can be body to bodyBody to bodyI don't need to rush you girlBut we should be body to bodyBody to body, body to body

CHRIS BROWN - STRIP

Take it offI wanna love yaand EverybodyWanna yaYou move it rightWanna see what's up underYou back it up, beep beep like a trucker.Nice face, nice waist, and you know I can't forget about your faceBut don't none of that matterI'm about to make your pockets fatter.Chorus:Girl I just wanna see you strip, right now,Cause it's late, babe,Girl I just wanna see you stripGirl, take your time with itGirl I just wanna see you stripGod damn you're sexy! (for me!)God damn you're sexy! (baby!)God damn you're sexy! (aahh aahh)Girl I just wanna see you...Got my shades onWith my jays onIn the club with a pocket full of onesThis girl out of controlThen she go up and down dance floorWhich one I'mma take homeGet my freak onIf we ain't freaking, we ain't speakingYou think I'm playing?No, I'm notLet me see you back it up and dropYeah, I wanna see you in the airBaby don't worry about your hairAll those tracks[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/strip-lyrics-chris-brown.html ]I don't give a damn about that...In the club they play my song,Turn it up, play it all night long!If you think you can, and you know you canI'mma give you all my money,money, money...Chorus:Girl I just wanna see you strip, right now,Cause it's late, babe!Girl I just wanna see you stripGirl, take your time with itGirl I just wanna see you stripGod damn you're sexy! (for me!)God damn you're sexy! (baby!)God damn you're sexy! (aahh aahh)Girl I just wanna see you...Red bottom heels, you can take 'em....Wait, wait, leave 'em on, cause I like my woman tall!Got a hot momma, you're hotter than the sauna,I wanna pull em clothes off your body like a banana,The only reason I dress you in that designerIs to get you out that Dolce and Gabbana!I throw this money up, she watch it all fall,Till that thing go....Anything you're wanting baby, you can have it all,Starting with my last name and now they call you Mrs. Mccall.Chorus:Girl I just wanna see you strip, right now,Cause it's late, babe!Girl I just wanna see you stripGirl, take your time with itGirl I just wanna see you stripGod damn you're sexy! (on me!)God damn you're sexy! (baby!)God damn you're sexy! (aahh aahh)Girl I just wanna see you....