Produto de Treta – Fabio Brazza


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
Eu posso até ter cara de bobo
Mas eu não sou otário
Não vem querer me arrastar
Que nesse conto eu já ouvi do vigário
Tudo tem seu limite, eu até escutei seu palpite
Mas não, sigo firmão e oh: com meu dedo em riste
Pra você
Que acha que eu não sou capaz
Essa é pra você
Que acha que eu não corro atrás
Tô pouco me fodendo, pra o que ‘cê vai dizer
Ou pensar, vai, manda mais ideia pra eu rimar

‘Cê quer jogar então xiu
Aperta a tecla Sap
‘Cê pedi truco, eu peço seis
‘Cê tem o copas, eu tenho o zap
Não tem quem escape
Se prepara, o Rap é o dedo na cara
E cala a matraca desses babacas
Que acha que é o Pedro De Lara
Quer me achar? Mas nem com radar nem Gps
Eu sou Neymar, misturado com o Lionel Messi
Vai devagar que essa é tipo a curva do S
Não acredita? Acelera pra ver o que acontece

Hou! Hou!

Cachorro quer o osso
Abre o portão que eu tô com fome
Já é hora do almoço
Eu vou direto no pescoço e quebro sua medula
‘Cê tomou a tarja preta e esqueceu de ler a bula
Me adula, me bajula, manipula, dissimula
Para de falsidade que a verdade te estrangula
Menina xula
Não adianta fazer vodoo
Eu sou Mahatma, mas também sei ser Sun Tzu

Essa é pra você
Que acha que eu não tô te vendo
Essa é pra você
‘Cê sabe o que que eu tô dizendo
Essa é pra você
Que acha que eu sou tonto
Enquanto eu tô seguindo
É você que tá dormindo no ponto

Tentou me acertar, desviei, ainda dei um murro
O erro do esperto foi achar que todo mundo era burro
O papo é reto, direto, sincero como uma flecha
Eu não, preciso de muito espaço
Preciso só de uma brecha
Pra dizer, aquilo penso, aquilo que vejo
Pra fazer, aquilo que sinto, maluco não minto
Só de punch line no baile memô
Que é pra chapar (Chapar, chapa aí então, chapar)

Agora nada impede o bote pesado como red hot
Quando eu pego o mic, é Counter Strike
Então sai que é Headshot
O Rap é forte sim
Pra não tomar vaia no fim
Pra que tudo saia assim
Na evolução de um Sayadin
Para de dar pala e vê se fica caladim
Que eu vou puxar o seu tapete
E você não é o Aladim
Pode começar batendo, eu deixo

Traindo os reis, bote da mamba vem pelos pés
Não caio, agora sei quem tu és
Tramando conflito, mosquei, fiquei
Pau no cu, ‘cê era good
E agora, o que que eu ganhei?
Eu pego toda raiva da cabeça
Coloco na caneta
E toda a maldade vira letra
Já vou te dar a letra, pra não ter mais caô
Não é por nada não mas o seu tempo já acabou

Essa é pra você
Que acha que eu não tô te vendo
Essa é pra você
‘Cê sabe o que que eu tô dizendo
Essa é pra você
Que acha que eu sou tonto
Enquanto eu tô seguindo
É você que tá dormindo no ponto

Greenlight – Pitbull ft. Flo Rida, LunchMoney Lewis

Greenlight – Pitbull ft. Flo Rida, LunchMoney Lewis


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
Redlight, greenlight
Everybody take a shot
Redlight, greenlight
Give me everything you got
Redlight, greenlight
Everybody take a shot
Redlight, greenlight
What you waiting for?

(Pitbull):::
Mister 305!
(Flo-Rida and Lunch Money!)
Three Miami boys, you know what time it is…

Give me the greenlight, oh yeah
Cause I’m ready to go
Let’s have a good time, let’s go
What you waiting for you
You only got one life, one life
And we gon’ live it up
Give me the greenlight, give it to me
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Give me the green light…!

I got the greenlight mami and you know what that means
That we could do anything, anything that you dream
I wanna make you ooh, ah, until you scream
And I practice what I preach, if you know what I mean
I’mma ride that mami, yeah I got the key and I’mma lock that mami
Yeah, we can roll and I’mma rock that mami
I do what I say and say what I mean, now let me jump in between
I’m getting loose in this thing, like OJ the Juice in this thing
Feeling like Left Eye, boy, I burn the roof in this thing
I got all the women getting naked, feeling like Luke in this thing
Think it’s a game
Now I got the weed lit and the green right
All I need is mami for you to give me the greenlight
So I can run through it like an easy pass
Find the G-spot and step on the gas

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(Lunchmoney Lewis):::
Give me the greenlight, oh yeah
Cause I’m ready to go
Let’s have a good time, let’s go
What you waiting for you
You only got one life, one life
And we gon’ live it up
Give me the greenlight, give it to me
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Give me the green light…!

(Flo Rida):::
Baby, I got the Midas, I’m Flo-Rida
You know I’m all about that thing
If she ready then I’m ready
Pull up on her with the Chevy
Real talk when that light turn green
(Let go)
Give me what I ask for, I got a passport
Mister international, I hit the airport
If you knew the kind of work that I transport
That Rihanna do me dirt to the crash course
I like to clean this, lean this
I fly to Venus, Flo a , Phoenix
You’ve never seen this, I have a dream this
That 200 on the dashboard, got me fiending
So I’m tryna ride out, hide out
Tide these stripes, indie 500, vibe out
Whyl out, shot out
Beehive, hit the honeycomb

Give me the greenlight
Cause I’m ready to go
Let’s have a good time
What you waiting for you
You only got one life
And we gon’ live it up
Give me the greenlight, let’s go
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
(Right now, right now)
Give me the greenlight

Redlight, greenlight
Everybody take a shot
Redlight, greenlight
Give me everything you got
Redlight, greenlight
Everybody take a shot
Redlight, greenlight
What you waiting for?

Give me the greenlight, oh yeah
Cause I’m ready to go
Let’s have a good time, let’s go
What you waiting for you
You only got one life, one life
And we gon’ live it up
Give me the greenlight, give it to me
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
(Right now, right now…)

(Give me the green light…!)

Source: //www.directlyrics.com/pitbull-green-light-lyrics.html

Cold Water – Major Lazer Feat. Justin Bieber,MØ


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
Everybody gets high sometimes, you know
What else can we do when we’re feeling low?
So take a deep breath and let it go
You shouldn’t be drowning on your own

And if you feel you’re sinking, I will jump right over
Into cold, cold water for you
And although time may take us into different places
I will still be patient with you
And I hope you know

I won’t let go
I’ll be your lifeline tonight
I won’t let go
I’ll be your lifeline tonight

Cause we all get lost sometimes, you know?
It’s how we learn, how we grow
And I wanna lay with you ‘til I’m old
You shouldn’t be fighting on your own

And if you feel you’re sinking, I will jump right over
Into cold, cold water for you
And although time may take us into different places
I will still be patient with you
And I hope you know

I won’t let go (I won’t let go, no no, no no no no)
I’ll be your lifeline tonight
I won’t let go
I’ll be your lifeline tonight

Come on, come on
Save me from my rocking boat
I just wanna stay afloat
I’m all alone
And I hope someone’s gonna take me home
Somewhere I can rest my soul
I need to know you won’t let go

I won’t let go (I won’t let go, no no, no no no no)
I’ll be your lifeline tonight
I won’t let go
I’ll be your lifeline tonight

I won’t let go
I won’t let go

Famous – Kanye West


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Swizz told me let the beat rock

For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous
(God damn!)
I made that bitch famous
For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see ‘em in the streets give ‘em Kanye’s bests
Why? They mad they ain’t famous
(God damn!)
They mad they’re still nameless
(Talk that talk man)
Her man in the store tryna try his best
But he just can’t seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood famous
(God damn!)
Yeah we still hood famous

I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
(Wake up Mr. West)
I just wanted you to know

I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin’
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin’
She in school to be a real estate agent
Last month I helped her with the car payment
Young and we alive, whoo!
We never gonna die, whoo!
I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
Put one up in the sky
The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
No matter how hard they try, whoo!
We never gonna die

I just wanted you to know

Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
‘ey what a bam bam
How you feeling right now, let me see you ladies in the air
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
Let me see your middle finger in the air
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Let me see you act up in this mother fucker
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
How you feelin’, how you feelin
How you feelin’ in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam
One thing you can’t do it stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
You can’t stop the thing now
‘ey what a bam bam
Man it’s way too late, it’s way too late
It’s way too late you can’t fuck with us
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
To the left, to the right
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everybody’s hands in the air like this
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam

I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know

Arrêt du cœur – Kalash Criminel, Kaaris Lyrics


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
(Intro : Kaaris):::
2.7
10/12 R
S.E
Sevran, Sevran
RGT

(Refrain : Kaaris):::
Arrêt du cœur (sauvagerie)
2.7, 10/12 14 bureau annonce la couleur (sauvagerie)
Beaucoup de larbins, peu d’repentis comme Larry Hoover
(Sauvage sauvage sauvage)
Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, sur la mélodie
Chez nous pas de félonie
Ça vient de Sevran les R (Zongo le Dozo)
Cagoulés, lourdement armés sous la plage arrière
(Zongo le Dozo)
Homme à terre, homme à terre
Fuck la juge et l’commissaire (2.7 2.7 2.7)
Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash sur la mélodie
Chez nous pas de félonie
(Couplet 1 : Kalash Criminel):::
Sauvage est le Zaïrois, sauvage est l’Ivoirien
Tout ce que j’ai retenu d’la Marseillaise
C’est aux armes citoyens (Africain sauvage)
Sans oublier que l’jour de gloire est arrivé
Ici le produit est tarifé
Et si y’a un problème mon gars, ici on va le clarifier
Au comico tout nier
Regarde si tout y est
Cette année je vais tout plier
Obama une carotte, il nous a juste fait roupiller
Pendant ce temps là, en Afrique, en train de tout piller
Je fais du bien et du mal, mais le bien ils ont oublié
J’leur mets des coups d’pression en plus sans trop crier
Je suis albinos parce que j’suis né pour briller
J’écoute pas les à-ce-qu’il-parait
Les on-m’a-dit, encore moins les soi-disant
J’incite pas la violence mais un “nique ta mère” égal un mec en sang
Rien n’a changé, pourtant l’esclavage a été aboli
Comme dans tout les quartiers, on t’aime pas si t’es de la police (sauvage)
Famas, Kalash, neuf millimètres, Uzi et P-38
Les armes sont payantes mais les rafales sont gratuites

(Refrain : Kaaris):::
Arrêt du cœur (sauvagerie)
2.7, 10/12 14 bureau annonce la couleur (sauvagerie)
Beaucoup de larbins, d’repentis comme Larry Hoover (sauvage sauvage sauvage)
Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, sur la mélodie
Chez nous pas de félonie
Ça vient de Sevran les R (Zongo le Dozo)
Cagoulés, lourdement armés sous la plage arrière
(Zongo le Dozo)
Homme à terre, homme à terre
Fuck la juge et l’commissaire (2.7 2.7 2.7)
Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, sur la mélodie
Chez nous pas de félonie

(Couplet 2 : Kaaris):::
J’ai grandi dans la sère-mi et je n’me suis jamais plaint
Je m’en bats les reins
Ça ne me fait ni chaud ni froid de mettre du Philipp Plein, Philipp Plein
Tant que le réfrigérateur de la daronne est toujours plein, toujours plein
Je ne trahirai jamais un vrai frère pour une tchoin
J’suis matin, midi et soir au re-fou
J’fais des sous pendant que tu jactes
J’me fais des sandwichs de gnou
Je bois de la limonade de chatte
Tu veux pas y’en a qui veulent
Poto trouve moi vite des feuilles
Que des gros fiacs nous accueillent
Comme Fetty Wap, je jette un œil
Je rode en ville comme un Keuf
Toi t’as une tête à puer de la schnek
On parle pas avec toi pour la crave-bi
Poucave une fois, poucave à vie
Tu m’as vu moi ou Kadhafi ?
Y’a du produit dans mon réseau
Bitch si t’as faim monte dans le vaisseau
Mange moi les yeuks illico-presto
Pas besoin d’appeler Allo Resto (Zongo)
Mon couplet viendra s’abattre sur toi comme la peine de mort
(Zongo)
Tu t’comportes comme si on t’avais conçu avec du sperme de porc (S.E, S.E)
Bitch arrête de mentir je suis mignon que quand je dors
Pas de réchauffement climatique, ça devient chaud que quand je sors
Kaaris

(Refrain : Kaaris):::
Arrêt du cœur (sauvagerie)
2.7, 10/12 14 bureau annonce la couleur (sauvagerie)
Beaucoup de larbins, d’repentis comme Larry Hoover (sauvage sauvage sauvage)
Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, sur la mélodie
Chez nous pas de félonie
Ça vient de Sevran les R (Zongo le Dozo)
Cagoulés, lourdement armés sous la plage arrière
(Zongo le Dozo)
Homme à terre, homme à terre
Fuck la juge et l’commissaire (2.7 2.7 2.7)
Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, sur la mélodie
Chez nous pas de félonie

Get Lost – J Sutta Lyrics


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
I fell off a Porsche
Took a lil tumble now I’m ridin a horse
And now I’m back to boss
Had to tell them negative muthafuckas to get lost
Coz i’m jus that sick
And if you wanna hate get up off of my dick
Coz im a ride or die
Hopefully you never see my other side
But if you really want it I could take you there
If you bout the truth why you take a dare?
Im about to kick you in your derriere
Or maybe I could even teach you how to share?

I Get Lost in it baby baby!
Get me lost in it baby baby!
I get lost in it baby!
Now get me lost in it baby baby!
Now Get me lost in it baby baby!
Now get me lost in it baby baby!

Jiu jitsu on the beat Ronda Roussey arm bars
Don’t see-Alice but believe it i’m hard
I got more spiders than the one’s in your backyard
All Cash! No black card!

Its that bad little bitch J Sutta
Im all over your bread like butta
And to all the people that had doubted me…middle finger to your mutha! Puta!

More phantoms than an opera, diamonds than a chakra
Fly me to the Moon and I be Frankie Sinatra
Sweeter than a cinnamon, Attention! I be ritalin!
Boss Bitch-believe it I be killing em!

I Get Lost in it baby baby
Get me lost in it baby baby
I get lost in it baby
Now get me lost in it baby baby
Now Get me lost in it baby baby!
Now get me lost in it baby baby

I Get Lost in it baby baby
Get me lost in it baby baby
I get lost in it baby
Now get me lost in it baby baby
Now Get me lost in it baby baby!
Now get me lost in it baby baby

Today – Denzel Curry Feat. Boogie & Allan Kingdom


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
(Intro – Allan Kingdom):::
I think I paid my dues, I think I lift my cup
I think my rent is due, I think I’ll get high
Window shopping, couldn’t cop, no boy caught
Leggo see what’s at the top, no toy block
Them boys got toys and still I don’t even got to deal
I think I’ll get high

(Verse 1 – Denzel Curry):::
I like my currency lucrative, my words are provocative
I say what I say because what I say is my prerogative
I stay positive as if I was terminally ill
I could imagine having a friend but that never was real
Lemonheads only using me for the limelight
Looking at my wrist, they reveal themselves when the time’s right
When it’s said and done, I can only see it in hindsight
Pull a Fetty Wap on these n!ggas and give a blind eye
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I don’t rock fake sh!t or fight soft n!ggas
I try to unite all my brothers cause I lost n!ggas
I got Nel and Slick back so now I kick back
Only thing I pray for is Mookie to get his jit back
What’s up?
Got my n!gga Boogie in the front, n!gga what’s up?
Hop out, do my motherfvcking stuff, n!gga what’s up?
Girl I ain’t rich, just a n!gga on the come up
Grinding ’til the sun up, believe that

(Hook/Chorus – Allan Kingdom):::
I’m doing what I want today “doing what I want”
I’m moving how I want today
I’m steady doing what I want today “moving how I want”
And I been losing but I won today

(Verse 2 – Boogie):::
I got to stop and see the signs, man a lot been on my mind
All this hurling from this vodka mixed with wine, uh
Tryna get a spot, I seen my mama get declined
And then my chakras got aligned, n!ggas plotting on my spot, oh sh!t
Old backstabbing, all day hashtagging
Lazy don’t suit me n!gga, see it when I start slacking

I learned to see the bigger picture when they start flashing
Got it depicted to the pixel, you just all captions
Oh sh!t, I feel enriched from my misfortune
Just know that talking gotta chill if you bench-warming
Just know the groupie getting blocked before she ever get to score
No you just a rebound, I only hit you when I’m bored
You only wit’ me for the come up
Got my n!gga Curry in the front, n!gga what’s up?
Hop out, do my motherfvcking stuff, n!gga what’s up?
Drugs got a n!gga moon walking ’til the sun up, believe that
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(Hook/Chorus – Allan Kingdom):::
I’m doing what I want today “doing what I want”
I’m moving how I want today
I’m steady doing what I want today “moving how I want”
And I been losing but I won today

(Outro – Allan Kingdom):::
Doing what I want, doing what I want
Moving how I want, moving how I want
Doing what I want, moving how I want

Hated On Me – Lil Durk Featuring Future


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
(Chorus – Lil Durk & Future)
I be tired of ni**as tryna ride the f**king wave
I done put some ni**as on they feet who run away
I done put some millions in the trap, it run away
I done did so much I make em feel some type of way
I want it all, I want it all
For me and my dogs, so we can ball
You see this drip, it’s dripping on me
You see this clip, it’s hanging on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me

(Verse 1 – Future)
I run the check through machines now
I ride around with machine guns
I put a check on a ching chong
Hold up lil ni**a, I’m King Kong
I go to sleep with the hammer
F**k watching the TV, I’m watching the camera
I’m paranoid, hiding a hawk
You broke and it ain’t my fault
I did it all I told you, dog I been round the atlas
I’m gutter forever, I f**k on a thot then go f**k an actress
They done found out that you lying bout all of the s**t you say in your raps
I put the hood on the map, I put the hood on the map
My young ni**a just caught a double, they tryna give him the chair
They tryna give him the chair

(Chorus – Lil Durk & Future)
I be tired of ni**as tryna ride the f**king wave
I done put some ni**as on they feet who run away
I done put some millions in the trap, it run away
I done did so much I make em feel some type of way
I want it all, I want it all
For me and my dogs, so we can ball
You see this drip, it’s dripping on me
You see this clip, it’s hanging on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me

(Verse 2 – Lil Durk)
F**k ni**a, full time keep a Glock with him
Future Biggie, I’m Pac ni**a
Drop a bar in the pop ni**a
Appeal money, free…ni**a
I love designer, no rap ni**a
Diamonds water like tap ni**a
Feds listen, they tap ni**a
No green, just Act ni**a
Never got shot but I put that pole to work
Chopper got a kick back and I hope it’s sure to work
Young killers 15, and you know I mow the first
Free 22, 38, the state had told him first
Spot em, got em, yeah yeah
I’m a problem, yeah yeah
It’s my city, hell yeah
And my killers ain’t playing here

The New Cupid – BJ The Chicago Kid feat. Kendrick Lamar


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA

I said, Love ain’t dead
Stupid I’m the the new Cupid
Throw your hands in the sky
Cause love’s goodbye
Love ain’t dead

As I play out the Commodores, my faith destroyed
My heart don’t work, I’m unemployed
The feeling is void, don’t know what I need
Some pussy, some paper, some counseling
Maybe some Henny, some weed
I’m looking for you, I’m checking for her
I’m parking lot pimpin’, I’m honking at women, I’m all on the curb
Skrt, skrt, skrt, pump my brake, pump my brake
Mini skirt, skirt, skirt, don’t walk away, walk away
I’m fishing for compliments
This is a fairy tale, I know you very well
Fuck all your promises, I know what time it is
I’m just a realist, I am the realest
Reality is fatality cursed on the future for family, wife and some kids
I’m looking for you, I’m checking for her
I’m parking lot pimpin’, I’m honking at women, I’m all on the curb
Skrt, skrt, skrt, pump your brake, pump your brake
Mini skirt, skirt, skirt, don’t walk away, walk away

Cupid’s too busy in the club
At the bar
Rolling up
And if you see him, let him know
Love is gone
I know I’m sure
Boys in the club
And if you see him, let him know
Love is gone
I know I’m sure
Boys and girls

Might sound weird
But a great night, you in a real relationship
You understand what I’m saying
A great night with somebody you love, is difficult
Somebody you like is always good
Like is wonderful
You come home with some juice, with the woman you like:
Can I have some juice?
Gimme that juice, pour juice all over me
Pour that juice all over that sexy body
Let you be together three years and shit
Can I have some juice?
Bitch, why you want my juice?
You know I’m dehydrated
I try to come home and shi
Tryin’ to get some juice you want my juice

Money Walk – Lil Durk ft. Yo Gotti


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
(Intro: Lil Durk):::
Yeah
Approach me right, nigga
Gang, L

(Hook: Lil Durk):::
Pour the drank
I’m just sippin’ good while they rollin stank
Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links
Real nigga, don’t gotta prove it period, fuck what you think
Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink
Gang
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk
(Verse 1: Lil Durk):::
Pulled up to the trap, dropped me a load off
Bitch geek when they see me ride with these doors off
Wanna fuck with my chain taking her clothes off
Pour a seven-with-seven, bitch I gotta doze off
Rollie cost me thirty thous, make my jeweler proud
Glock drum, move the crowd, opp pack smoking too loud
New Mike’s three-fifty, new yeezy boots two thous
I used to want one bitch, broski I got two now
Strippers want these singles bitch, come dance for it
Looking at my watch, bitch I paid bands for it
And she want the Molly quick, Aiki got a gram for her
Trap nigga with a lot of cash, and I’m paid for

(Hook: Lil Durk):::
Pour the drank
I’m just sippin’ good while they rollin stank
Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links
Real nigga, don’t gotta prove it period, fuck what you think
Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink
Gang
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk

(Verse 2: Yo Gotti):::
Four Cuban links, that’s a quarter mil’, thats the Money Walk
Little nigga tweeting on twitter, tell em let the Money talk
I let the shooter bang it out, all that flexing ain’t about
Big money, big gun, big boss shit nigga, my bank account
Millionaire status, billionaire focus
Got a plug in the yay’, I got bricks in a Focus
I got plug like the socket, real plugs you can’t stop it nigga
Whenever we talk about money, mention me I’m the topic
I been state-to-state, real estate, then I hit (?):::
I just ordered steak, in the ace, tryna’ digest the hate
I been in UK, getting the pounds, tryna hol it down
Represent the town, tryna ride my wave, you bound to drown

(Hook: Lil Durk):::
Pour the drank
I’m just sippin’ good while they rollin stank
Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links
Real nigga, don’t gotta prove it period, fuck what you think
Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink
Gang
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk