Tag: Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes – THE STATEMENT ( Lyrics Letra) Letra BustaRhymesVEVO Busta Rhymes – THE STATEMENT ( Lyrics Letra)
Yeah, yeah
Why y’all show off
We show up

Verse
How many times do I gotta remind you niggas that I’m one of the greatest?
And I will just rewrite the pages of every history book while they askin’ me, “Save us”
From all of this other bullshit that they be listenin’ to while you just amaze us
And me and my niggas just step inside the building and they just get on their knees and they praise us
They kiss a ring and then they just might just argue and then fuss
You the only god we trust
Imperial Busta Bust, I be fuckin’ shit up just because, wait
I appreciate your patience, but all you niggas should face it
There’s no one that’s greater than me
Thirty years later, fuck shit up like we still in basements
We want all you haters to see
Piss on your face, give you facelifts
Now shut up and cater to me
Pricelessness, bitch, I’m the nicest, I make all you haters agree
Watch the way I’m runnin’ circles around on these niggas
Know why they so afraid of me
I’m only here to inspire you and set shit on fire
And give you what you came to see, see (Hold up

(Hold up
Hold up
Nigga, fuck your conversation, make sure you have my compensation
Nigga, fuck you contemplating, my hungry niggas out here waiting
And know none of them niggas patient, they do not like to tolerate shit
If the money come up short, better find you a new occupation
If you lucky enough to survive the situation
I don’t do good moderatin’
I stay out at all of that and mind my business
For feelin’ the greatest at my obligations
Fuckin’ up the street and
Fuckin’ up the street and get worse when I be on my concentration
Body every individual with minimal complication
Get you some shit that be swallowin’ up every nation
Just cover all accommodations
While we continue to fuck up the street in everything
I’ll flatline your whole operation
Niggas worry ‘bout they future
I fuck up everything they use to
Walkin’ back and forth and pacin’, I get the streets another booster
The return of Mansa Musa
I ain’t got no time to waste it
What I do, you can’t replace it
Impossible to appraise it
The nicest, my nigga, prices, my nigga, we timeless
I hold all the dice, let me shake it
While we fuck shit up again and again
Securin’ every win
Why you niggas talkin’ basic?
Shinin’ so much, how we grindin’ so much
We ain’t never complacent
Feeding every street forever
Me and my niggas be workin’ so hard, we gettin’ so much money together
Animal skin I be in
Most you niggas patent leather, we call it whatever
Most of the time, it’s a pleasure to give you lyrics like a treasure
So much jewelry from an era
Give you more than you could measure
Most of you bozo-ass niggas that be movin’ around
They call you birds of a feather, whether
Or not you think you hot, so you cannot fuck with me, never
See most you niggas out here think that you cool
I’ll give you shit from my ancestor
And it don’t matter how much you imagine
Try me if you think you better, better (Better

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Busta Rhymes – HOMAGE ( Lyrics Letra) ft. Kodak Black Letra BustaRhymesVEVO Busta Rhymes – HOMAGE ( Lyrics)
Wheezy outta here

Chorus: Kodak Black
All of my bread turn mustard, I spend it on yellow diamonds
And I don’t fuck with busters unless they rhymin’, yeah
Busta ‘round, give me my flowers every time we encounter, yeah
I don’t owe a bitch shit, went from a YG to a OG, I gotta pay homage

Verse 1: Kodak Black
I had to start takin’ them jiggles and drinkin’, that liquor be makin’ me violent
I knew she was shakin’ her nigga, the way I was hittin’ on Caveman’s Island
Hot like the chain from a stripper, she ridin’ my pole, she climbin’ and slidin’
I turn that ho to a housewife, you can’t even spеll that shit without it
I took my dawg out the project, after еvery show, I give ‘em few thousand
The first time I met the ho, ‘fore I sexed ho, asked her if she knew Wale
Took a Perc’ and I call her, and when I try offer it, she told me she just do molly
I already got nine, so instead of the ‘Rari, I’ma just cop the Bugatti
Had to bust a few shotters and ride for a don
Just bust a lil’ thot if she fuck for a book
Had to pull a few robberies for me to survive
Stomach talkin’ and my bitch arguin’ too much
I got out of prison, ran it up in two months
I start right back to spendin’, boy, you gon’ do what?
Shawty smokin’ dick, it’s a mini-hookah
I’m puttin’ on my Timberlands, a nigga boo’d up
Chorus: Kodak Black
All of my bread turn mustard, I spend it on yellow diamonds
And I don’t fuck with busters unless they rhymin’, yeah
Busta ‘round, give me my flowers every time we encounter, yeah
I don’t owe a bitch shit, went from a YG to a OG, I gotta pay homage

Post-Chorus: Busta Rhymes
When I see the young G, Kodak, I love the way you be contributin’ the shit that you be doin’
I done seen you go to jail, come home, get shot, calm down and now I like the way you’re movin’
Jewelry be priceless, I like to make the records, but I love to sit a nigga down and school him
Take the information and apply it, then become a success every single time you use ‘em, yeah

Verse 2: Busta Rhymes
Canary yellow diamond, when you see it, hope you ‘preciate the mineral, yeah
Scientific with it, here to inspire the most of you so you ain’t lookin’ pitiful, yeah
Instead of watchin’ my pocket, it’s impossible to count my residuals, yeah
Every time I talk, I’m here to cut deep in the soul of every single individual, yeah
I give it to the street because I know they really wanted this
Captivated the planet and checked it off my bucket list
Drink another bottle ‘til it’s finished, take another piss
Grab another quarter milli’, throw it on my other wrist
Yeah, close your eyes, travel with us, make another wish
Now tell your bitch to come here and give me another kiss, Kodak

Chorus: Kodak Black
All of my bread turn mustard, I spend it on yellow diamonds
And I don’t fuck with busters unless they rhymin’, yeah
Busta ‘round, give me my flowers every time we encounter, yeah
I don’t owe a bitch shit, went from a YG to a OG, I gotta pay homage
Post-Chorus: Busta Rhymes
When I see the young G, Kodak, I love the way you be contributin’ the shit that you be doin’
I done seen you go to jail, come home, get shot, calm down and now I like the way you’re movin’
Jewelry be priceless, I like to make the records, but I love to sit a nigga down and school him
Take the information and apply it, then become a success every single time you use ‘em, yeah

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Busta Rhymes – BIG EVERYTHING ( Lyrics Letra) ft. DaBaby, T-Pain Letra BustaRhymesVEVO Busta Rhymes – BIG EVERYTHING ( Lyrics Letra) ft. DaBaby, T-Shooter
Serious shooter
It’s baby, look

I told them niggas I was top five when I was underground
yeah

Fuckin’ model bitches, give them hoes the runaround
okay, okay

All I ever knew that girl to be was just a freak ho
a freak

I’ma let the world think that she a woman now
To go get some cds, I sold niggas remix
remix

I sold this shit to any nigga want a pound
Used to wrap ‘em fast like I was busta rhymes
huh?

Them niggas had ‘em thirty-five, I had ‘em twenty-nine
Every day, a nigga flip phone ring a hundred times
Had a foreign car, big coat ‘fore I wrote a rhyme
Buy the car, throw the tint on, and I roll around
Yeah, brand new whip, pull a brand new bitch in it

Niggas sick when we pull up, you know how we with it
They cop every bottle, get drunk and they spill it all over the place
Hold up, watch my shoes
I’m gettin’ plenty money, how ‘bout you?
Baby, we throw so much bread to the point I’m exhausted
uh-huh

Drinkin’ every bottle till a nigga get nauseous
uh-huh

Hundred bitches by a nigga, all of them gorgeous
uh-huh

Hundred thousand on a nigga, more in the office
Hand-pick an eater bitch, box of chocolates
uh-huh

Beat it, little nigga, ‘fore I cock the targets
uh-huh

Money growing bigger than a brontosaurus
Money I throw at bitches, cop box to porsches
Get that dough, shorty, get that ho for me
get it

Yeah, shorty, sit that low
uh-huh

Bring it back, girl, go ‘head and put it on a nigga like
Like you tryna get another go
yeah

Niggas acting like they throwing money with bosses
uh-huh

You don’t wanna do that, cut some of your losses
uh-uh

Every single thing about a nigga enormous
Lot of gold on a nigga and the diamonds is flawless
See, you motherfuckers could never do the shit I be doing
The best that you knew and been shaking and moving
And showing and proving, you know that we chewing and business is booming
Don’t come around me playing ‘cause I ain’t never fooling with none of you niggas
aw, shit

And when I spit, it’s spooky to some of you niggas
To tell ‘em the truth, see, I ain’t moving with none of you niggas
And body shit till it’s time to be gone
Fuck up the building till I leave and I’m done with you niggas

Oh, whole lot of shit just to get here
Tried to get in, to fit in, to sit here, oh
Big money, big dreams, big everything
I been workin’ all day and all night
all night

Everything is alright, oh
Big money, big dreams, big everything

Yes, we see y’all, and most of you niggas is b-balls and straight total recalls
You won’t understand this shit we on
Fuck around, buy the bar, get your drink on
The owner, he’ll fuck with me, he let me smoke my lil’ reefer with you
Drinkin’ ‘yac and tequila
what you drinking?

You drinking it straight or you need you some ice?
I look like I just walked out the freezer
ice

Oh, she like her shit straight, she don’t chase it
Bitch, that ain’t no ice tray, that’s a bracelet
Yeah, say she can’t wait to get naked
uh-huh

Do your thing, bitch, I make you my favorite
She say she won’t eat my dick every day, I say no, she gon’ take it
no

I need a minute now ‘cause I’m a millionaire, make niggas millionaires
Tell I handle business, have the Lamborghini spinning out
Maybach truck, maybach car, they can’t see in ‘cause it’s tinted
Can’t see us till we drop the window
Unrecline the seats, let the tray out
Close the curtain and eat, today, we having seabass and spinach
Give a fuck ‘bout your image
Please do not talk to me until I’m done, nigga, wait till I’m finished
I’ll leave you a blemish
Swellin’ all over your face, fuck it, I’ll make you diminish
Use thirty-day tags when you spending
Big smile, who the dentist?
I can keep the whole label independent
Anything out my mouth that I say, then I motherfuckin’ did it
Bitch bad like dennis the menace
go

On a private to venice
Fucked all her friends, left ‘em back in New York, making all of ‘em jealous
Order more sweaters
Niggas so cold, had to warm ‘em up, then I called all of my fellas
The inside every car made of leather
yeah, yeah

Waste the drink, change the car, it’s whatever
While shopping, I copped me some Dior and dolce
And then I went and copped a couple margielas
I sip from a couple wine cellars
The fans write a couple wild letters
See, I’m a nigga that’ll always give thanks, I’m friends with a couple bank tellers
They let me skip lines at the bank, they call me mr. Kirk
The clerks know that I’m paid, so they flirt
let’s go

Still stay down when you stay down, it hurt
Want the change, want the chains, gotta work
Locking in, clocking in
On an overnight in your state, I press a button, open up the gate, I’m driving in

Nigga, I ain’t squashing shit
Fuck a white flag, it’s a problem right now if we ever had a problem then
Ain’t got too much to say ‘cause she swallowing
Want me to open up the gate, you gotta call it in
She a naughty girl, I pull up on lil’ baby rocking nautica
She begging me to put it on her face, I told her: Not again
not again

I go wherever the fuck I want, it ain’t no signing in
uh-uh

I do whatever the fuck I want, don’t like it? Try me then
She put my dick and both of my balls in her mouth
And I stand there in disbelief with my hand on my head wondering how she got ‘em in
fuck

Every time we move, you know a nigga gotta win
We got a bag and every DJ nigga got a spin
When we fuck up everything in the building, all of a sudden, nigga got a whole lot again
Give me one more line, og, one more line
yeah, nigga

You know we drown niggas with heat, I hope you know you gotta swim
Okay, one more line, just one more line, one more line
Despite you know we coming to eat, you know we got up in the gym

Oh, whole lot of shit just to get here
Tried to get in, to fit in, to sit here, oh
Big money, big dreams, big everything
I been workin’ all day and all night
all night

Everything is alright, oh
Big money, big dreams, big everything
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Busta Rhymes – OPEN WIDE ( Lyrics ) ft. Chris Brown, Shenseea Letra BustaRhymesVEVO Busta Rhymes – OPEN WIDE ( Lyrics ) ft. Chris Brown, Shenseea
Chorus: Chris Brown
I put my hand inna your sugar jar
You a superstar
Gyal, it’s you and I, yeah
And we alone, girl, we can do it loud
Gyal, it’s do or die
Come on, baby, just open wide
‘Pen wide, ‘pen wide
Baby, baby, you open wide
’Pen wide (Ayy), ‘pen wide (Ayy), ‘pen wide (Ayy, uh)

Verse 1: Busta Rhymes
See you’s a troublemaker? Let’s cause some trouble
Bust a bottle of Rosé, let the bottle bubble
Take a sip of the bottle when you unloosen my buckles
Fuck what they think, they can’t fuck with this power couple
Thе way you got me feeling, girl, I think we bettеr go
Then get to making love on the balcony of the Delano
Presidential suite, full of loving that’s unconditional
‘Til I taste your soul in your tongue, what we we doing is spiritual
Mami, see when I’ma do it put you in a coma, yo
And watch you sleep like a baby and sip me a Corona slow
Wining and dining on an island daydreaming
Two doves laying on the table where we brunching and eating
We smile and tryna decipher the symbol and the meaning
And we look back at each other while we sip a little riesling
Lots of love in every evening, squeezing hard
When I reminisce over you, my god
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Chorus: Chris Brown
I put my hand inna your sugar jar
You a superstar
Gyal, it’s you and I, yeah
And we alone, girl, we can do it loud
Gyal, it’s do or die
Come on, baby, just open wide
’Pen wide, ‘pen wide
Baby, baby, you open wide
‘Pen wide (Ayy), ‘pen wide (Ayy), ’pen wide (Ayy, uh)

Post-Chorus: Chris Brown
It’s alright (Alright), you got my number
Call me when you need more
And that dress (Ooh), I got you under
I’ma try to make you open wide
‘Pen wide, ‘pen wide
Baby, I got you open wide
‘Pen wide, ‘pen wide (Ayy-ayy), ‘pen wide (Ayy)

Verse 2: Shenseea
Ah Shenseea
O-P-E-N, if you bust quick
Me a ticket you for speeding
Only time you leave I if I hit a nerve and
Real good pussy, give you something fi believe in (I be)
Wet like a tidal (I be)
Too open wide
Butt wide my mean some are big inna size (Oh)
Boy, come to me
Pussy power make any dead man come alive
Verse 3: Busta Rhymes
She got the fish up with the hooker and
Give it to me, ma
That’s how me love it, yeah
Full up on loving, I got the open fire
Check the temperature, it getting hot up in here all night
Baby girl, yes, I see you
Me way you pulling off your clothes
Every girl tryin’ to be you
Me with you come, I’ll steal the show and I

Chorus: Chris Brown
I put my hand inna your sugar jar
You a superstar
Gyal, it’s you and I, yeah
And we alone, girl, we can do it loud
Gyal, it’s do or die
Come on, baby, just open wide
‘Pen wide, ‘pen wide
Baby, baby, you open wide
‘Pen wide (Ayy), ‘pen wide (Ayy), ‘pen wide (Ayy, uh)
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Busta Rhymes – ROBOSHOTTA ( Lyrics Letra) ft. Burna Boy Letra BustaRhymesVEVO Intro: Busta Rhymes
Yeah
We gon’ show a nigga how blackout is supposed to feel

Verse 1: Busta Rhymes
I kick a bwoy face off like we playin’ soccer
I got that white you can call it Cyndi Lauper
I hope you don’t front, duke’ll meet your baby mother
I fuck your bitch more than you, yuh a baby father
My passport pregnant, niggas call me globe trotter
Fresh dip, nigga stay in Dolce & Gabbana
See every time mi do it, yes, mi haffi do it proper
And when me in di buidling, bitch, you know it doh matta, matta, matta
Yeah, wid a whole heap a shotta
Wid a whole heap a Glock and di whole a dem a choppa
Bow, bow, bow, shots fly, Waka Flocka
I oversee my bread, my bitches count my every dollar
Verse 2: Burna Boy
Yeah, man ah god to a demon, that we can agree on
Pledge your allegiance to better not involve me
Word to every diamond in my Jesus piece
Serious, re-re-real, head banger
You better get back, I be a suicide bummer
Like it’s a spell, we ah spend we whole life on that
S’body kill fi di flex, S’bdoy die fi di banner
Somebody try kill somebody, then somebody gun jam up
Now somebody cyan stand up
Woi
Walk on it
Talk and get done up
Badmind dem backbite and plan up
Wi nuh tek bad up
That mathematics don’t add up
Yeah, they call me Burna Boy, but I’m a full grown adult
No sign of weakness

Outro: Busta Rhymes & Burna Boy
Riding with tree man in a Benz like Spragga
Come fi melt dung yuh whole block wid di lava
Open yuh mouth, yuh flesh coming like piranha
Bullet lick yuh dung and mek yuh drop inna di water
Likkle yute, have manners when you walk up to yuh father
Mi and Burna, come fi kill yuh wid a scorcha
Free Kartel before di man turn into martyr
Wi come fi fuck up everyting, yuh know di order

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Busta Rhymes – BIG EVERYTHING ( Lyrics ) ft. DaBaby, T-Pain Letra BustaRhymesVEVO Busta Rhymes – BIG EVERYTHING ( Lyrics ) ft. DaBaby, T-Pain

Shooter
Serious shooter
It’s Baby, look

Verse 1: DaBaby
I told them niggas I was top five when I was underground (Yeah)
Fuckin’ model bitches, give them hoes the runaround (Okay, okay)
All I ever knew that girl to be was just a freak ho (A freak)
I’ma let the world think that she a woman now
To go get some CDs, I sold niggas remix (Remix)
I sold this shit to any nigga want a pound
Used to wrap ‘em fast like I was Busta Rhymes (Huh?)
Them niggas had ‘em thirty-five, I had ‘em twenty-nine
Every day, a nigga flip phone ring a hundred times
Had a foreign car, big coat ‘forе I wrote a rhyme
Buy the car, throw thе tint on, and I roll around
Yeah, brand new whip, pull a brand new bitch in it
Verse 2: Busta Rhymes, DaBaby
Niggas sick when we pull up, you know how we with it
They cop every bottle, get drunk and they spill it all over the place
Hold up, watch my shoes
I’m gettin’ plenty money, how ‘bout you?
Baby, we throw so much bread to the point I’m exhausted (Uh-huh)
Drinkin’ every bottle ‘til a nigga get nauseous (Uh-huh)
Hundred bitches by a nigga, all of them gorgeous (Uh-huh)
Hundred thousand on a nigga, more in the office
Hand-pick an eater bitch, box of chocolates (Uh-huh)
Beat it, little nigga, ‘fore I cock the targets (Uh-huh)
Money growing bigger than a brontosaurus
Money I throw at bitches, cop box to Porsches
Get that dough, shorty, get that ho for me (Get it)
Yeah, shorty, sit that low (Uh-huh)
Bring it back, girl, go ‘head and put it on a nigga like
Like you tryna get another go (Yeah)
Niggas acting like they throwing money with bosses (Uh-huh)
You don’t wanna do that, cut some of your losses (Uh-uh)
Every single thing about a nigga enormous
Lot of gold on a nigga and the diamonds is flawless
See, you motherfuckers could never do the shit I be doing
The best that you knew and been shaking and moving
And showing and proving, you know that we chewing and business is booming
Don’t come around me playing ‘cause I ain’t never fooling with none of you niggas (Aw, shit)
And when I spit, it’s spooky to some of you niggas
To tell ‘em the truth, see, I ain’t moving with none of you niggas
And body shit ‘til it’s time to be gone, fuck up the building ‘til I leave and I’m done with you niggas
Chorus: T-Pain
Oh, whole lot of shit just to get here
Tried to get in, to fit in, to sit here, oh
Big money, big dreams, big everything
I been workin’ all day and all night (All night)
Everything is alright, oh
Big money, big dreams, big everything

Verse 3: Busta Rhymes, DaBaby
Yes, we see y’all, and most of you niggas is B-balls and straight total recalls
You won’t understand this shit we on
Fuck around, buy the bar, get your drink on
The owner, he’ll fuck with me, he let me smoke my lil’ reefer with you
Drinkin’ ‘yac and tequila (What you drinking?)
You drinking it straight or you need you some ice? I look like I just walked out the freezer (Ice)
Oh, she like her shit straight, she don’t chase it
Bitch, that ain’t no ice tray, that’s a bracelet
Yeah, say she can’t wait to get naked (Uh-huh)
Do your thing, bitch, I make you my favorite
She say she won’t eat my dick every day, I say no, she gon’ take it (No)
I need a minute now ‘cause I’m a millionaire, make niggas millionaires
Tell I handle business, have the Lamborghini spinning out
Maybach truck, Maybach car, they can’t see in ‘cause it’s tinted
Can’t see us ‘til we drop the window
Unrecline the seats, let the tray out, close the curtain and eat, today, we having seabass and spinach
Give a fuck ‘bout your image
Please do not talk to me until I’m done, nigga, wait ‘til I’m finished
I’ll leave you a blemish
Swellin’ all over your face, fuck it, I’ll make you diminish
Use thirty-day tags when you spending
Big smile, who the dentist?
I can keep the whole label independent
Anything out my mouth that I say, then I motherfuckin’ did it
Bitch bad like Dennis the Menace (Go)
On a private to Venice
Fucked all her friends, left ‘em back in New York, making all of ‘em jealous
Order more sweaters
Niggas so cold, had to warm ‘em up, then I called all of my fellas
The inside every car made of leather (Yeah, yeah)
Waste the drink, change the car, it’s whatever
While shopping, I copped me some Dior and Dolce and then I went and copped a couple Margielas
I sip from a couple wine cellars
The fans write a couple wild letters
See, I’m a nigga that’ll always give thanks, I’m friends with a couple bank tellers
They let me skip lines at the bank, they call me Mr. Kirk
The clerks know that I’m paid, so they flirt (Let’s go)
Still stay down when you stay down, it hurt
Want the change, want the chains, gotta work
Locking in, clocking in
On an overnight in your state, I press a button, open up the gate, I’m driving in
Nigga, I ain’t squashing shit
Fuck a white flag, it’s a problem right now if we ever had a problem then
Ain’t got too much to say ‘cause she swallowing
Want me to open up the gate, you gotta call it in
She a naughty girl, I pull up on lil’ baby rocking Nautica
She begging me to put it on her face, I told her, “Not again” (Not again)
I go wherever the fuck I want, it ain’t no signing in (Uh-uh)
I do whatever the fuck I want, don’t like it? Try me then
She put my dick and both of my balls in her mouth and I stand there in disbelief with my hand on my head wondering how she got ‘em in (Fuck)
Every time we move, you know a nigga gotta win
We got a bag and every DJ nigga got a spin
When we fuck up everything in the building, all of a sudden, nigga got a whole lot again
Give me one more line, OG, one more line (Yeah, nigga)
You know we drown niggas with heat, I hope you know you gotta swim
Okay, one more line, just one more line, one more line
Despite you know we coming to eat, you know we got up in the gym
Chorus: T-Pain
Oh, whole lot of shit just to get here
Tried to get in, to fit in, to sit here, oh
Big money, big dreams, big everything
I been workin’ all day and all night (All night)
Everything is alright, oh
Big money, big dreams, big everything

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Busta Rhymes, Cool & Dre – OK ( Lyrics ) ft. Young Thug Letra BustaRhymesVEVO Busta Rhymes, Cool & Dre – OK ( Lyrics ) ft. Young Thug
Intro: Busta Rhymes & Young Thug
Okay (Thugger)
Ayy, Bust, what up big bro?
I got you, Five

Pre-Chorus: Young Thug
Yeah, gotta go to a lil’ accountant (Lil’ accountant)
Pickin’ up a hundred thousand dollars (Thousand dollars)
And, I want it all cash (It all cash)
Try to put it all in my pocket (All in my pocket)
And it’s all sauce (Saucey)
Never hang around no pussies (Pussy)
I’m ‘bout to turn down that pussy (Turn down that pussy)
I’m ‘bout to announce that pussy
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
Movin’, I been gettin’ to this money (Okay)
A lot of niggas with me and they hungry (Okay)
Do this shit for everyone that love me (Okay)
‘Til we fuckin’ up the planet and the country (Okay)

Verse 1: Young Thug
Going Wu-Tang with the blues (Ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (Ooh)
Get socked out by your boo (Ooh)
I ain’t never kickin’ no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin’ bout who? (Ooh)
Bitch called rape ‘bout who? (Who)
Everything bad for the news (Ooh)
Rich nigga still eatin’ noodles (Noodlеs)
Gettin’ to the money lil’ nigga (Lil’ nigga)
Lil’ nigga, problеm, lil’ nigga?
Make it rain on your hundred, lil’ nigga
Make this shit money, lil’ nigga (Hey, hey)
Diamonds on bang, oh, yeah, yeah
Pockets all wide, oh, yeah, yeah
Hooked like Phonics, oh, yeah, yeah
Higher than a sign, oh, yeah (Yeah)
Nigga drinkin’ on Actavis
Cook a twelve in a two and nigga dead
Dead ‘til the mornin’
Nigga got taped ‘til the mornin’ (Yeah)
Nigga been breakin’ up homes, yeah (Homes)
Wanna buy all the malls (Malls)
Tell me if you ready enough to balls (Yeah)
Pre-Chorus: Young Thug
Okay, gotta go to a lil’ accountant (Lil’ accountant)
Pickin’ up a hundred thousand dollars (Thousand dollars)
And, I want it all cash (It all cash)
Try to put it all in my pocket (All in my pocket)
And it’s all sauce (Saucey)
Never hang around no pussies (Pussy)
I’m ‘bout to turn down that pussy (Turn down that pussy)
I’m ‘bout to announce that pussy

Chorus: Busta Rhymes
Movin’, I been gettin’ to this money (Okay)
A lot of niggas with me and they hungry (Okay)
Do this shit for everyone that love me (Okay)
‘Til we fuckin’ up the planet and the country (Okay)

Verse 2: Busta Rhymes
Hurry up, deliver my bread to me pronto (Yeah)
Niggas lyin’, noses is curlin’ like Gonzo (Curlin’ like Gonzo)
When I’m steamin’ at Roscoe I got you niggas learning when I be burnin’ that fronto (Ah)
Bloodclart (Ah)
Niggas better know it’s only one (One)
Godfather over every don
Watch all the people dem ah sing mi song for me from here to London
Gun going bang, fuck up everyone (Eh)
She get overwhelmin’ when a nigga pull up, who you talkin’ to?
You little bacteria niggas I disinfect when I catch every single one of you
She be killin’ from here to Ghana (Ghana)
You see the way we drippin’, the latest Dolce Gabbana (‘Bana)
Drippin’ like I’m wearing a couple gallon of water
Throw this money, take her home, and I’m probably pokin’ your mother (Ah)
Yeah, shit crack nigga till the back (Click good)
And I wish that a bad bitch would (Trust me)
Shoot ‘em now they freeze (Quick), never seen her act this hood (Oh shit)
You see the way we countin’, it’s like somebody brightin’
They light up on these diamond (They light up on these diamond)
See most these niggas lyin’ when its comin’ to these verses, we got these niggas fightin’ (Goddamn)
Look, we got ‘em so scared, paranoid, shakin’ in they boots, oh, Lord
Got ‘em waitin’ for the truth, oh, Lord
See the way I be bakin’ the booth, oh, Lord
You don’t want it, on God (Give it to ‘em)
Nigga, you get entangled, you better let ‘em out
Fuckin’ up the beat, like her pussy when I’m stretchin’ out
Smoke a guy for you better see you should test it out (Ha)
Fuck you debating with niggas who the best about
Pre-Chorus: Young Thug
Okay, gotta go to a lil’ accountant (Lil’ accountant)
Pickin’ up a hundred thousand dollars (Thousand dollars)
And, I want it all cash (It all cash)
Try to put it all in my pocket (All in my pocket)
And it’s all sauce (Saucey)
Never hang around no pussies (Pussy)
I’m ‘bout to turn down that pussy (Turn down that pussy)
I’m ‘bout to announce that pussy

Chorus: Busta Rhymes
Movin’, I been gettin’ to this money (Okay)
A lot of niggas with me and they hungry (Okay)
Do this shit for everyone that love me (Okay)
‘Til we fuckin’ up the planet and the country (Okay)
Movin’, I been gettin’ to this money (Okay)
A lot of niggas with me and they hungry (Okay)
Do this shit for everyone that love me (Okay)
‘Til we fuckin’ up the planet and the country (Okay)

Outro: Busta Rhymes
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