1.Tuscan Leather
Lyricist：A GrahamA. PalmanN. ShebibD. W. FosterL. Thompson Jenner
Writer(s)：A GrahamA. PalmanN. ShebibD. W. FosterL. Thompson Jenner
Comin' off the last record, I'm gettin' 20 million off the
record
Just to off these records, nigga that's a record
I'm livin' like I'm out here on my last adventure
Past the present when you have to mention
This is nothin' for the radio, but they'll still play it though
Cause it's that new Drizzy Drake, that's just the way it go
Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
We keep it thorough, nigga, rap like this for all of my borough
niggas
I reached the point where don't shit matter to me, nigga
I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn't reach, nigga
Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, nigga
I could go a hour on this beat, nigga
I'm just as famous as my mentor
But that's still the boss, don't get sent for
Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet you wasn't
meant for
Cause you don't really wanna hear me vent more
Hot temper, scary outcome
Here's a reason for niggas that's hatin' without one
That always let they mouth run
Bench players talkin' like starters, I hate it
Started from the bottom, now we here, nigga, we made it
Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather smelling like a brick
Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit
Rich enough that I don't have to tell 'em that I'm rich
Self explanatory, you just here to spread the story, wassup
Sittin' Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV
Young rebel, Young Money nothin' you could tell me
Paperwork takin' too long, maybe they don't understand me
I'll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family
Not even talkin' to Nicki, communication is breakin'
I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need to embrace it
I'm honest, I make mistakes, I'd be the second to admit it
Think that's why I need her in my life, to check me when I'm
trippin'
On a mission tryna shift the culture
Tell me who dissin', I got some things that'll hit the culprit
Them strep throat flows, them shits to stop all of the talkin'
All of the talkin', got one reply for all of your comments
Fuck what you think, I'm too busy, that's why you leave a
message
Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive
That shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure
Like aye, B I got your CD, you get an E for effort
I piece letters together and get to talkin' reckless
I don't change like credentials, you know you see the necklace
My life's a completed checklist
I'm tired of hearin' 'bout who you checkin' for now
Just give it time, we'll see who's still around a decade from
now
That's real
How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro？
Lately I've been feelin' like Guy Pearce in Memento
I just set the bar, niggas fall under it like a limbo
The family all that matters, I'm just out here with my kinfolk
Off everything my pen wrote we went from Bundy to Winslow
This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo
The Fresh Prince just had dinner with Tatiana, no lie
All these 90's fantasies on my mind
The difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time
I might come through without security to check if you're fine
That's just me on my solo like fuck it, like YOLO
Wanted to tell you, 'Accept yourself'
You don't have to prove shit to know and except yourself
And if you end up needing some extra help, then I can help
You know, back on your feet and shit
Tryna get my karma up, fuck the guilty and greedy shit
How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro？
How this nigga workin' like he got a fuckin' twin though？
Life is soundin' crazy, 40 on Martin Scorcese
And I wouldn't change a thing if you payed me, now real nigga
wassup
2.Furthest Thing
Lyricist：A GrahamA. PalmanN. ShebibM. ThomasA. Eccleston
Writer(s)：A GrahamA. PalmanN. ShebibM. ThomasA. Eccleston
Somewhere between psychotic and iconic
Somewhere between I want it and I got it
Somewhere between I'm sober and I'm lifted
Somewhere a mistress and commitment
But I stay down, girl I always stay down
Get down, have her lay down
Promise to break everybody off before I break down
Everyone just wait now
So much on my plate now
People I believed in they don't even show their face now
What they got to say now？
Nothing they can say now
Nothing really changed but still they look at me away now
What more can I say now？
What more can I say now？
You might feel like nothing was the same
I still been drinking on the low
Mobbin on the low
Fuckin on the low
Smokin on the low
I still been plotting on the low
Scheming on the low
The furthest thing from perfect
Like everyone I know
And I hate that you don't think that I belong to ya
Just too busy running shit to run home to ya
You know that paper my passion
Bittersweet celebrations, I know I can't change what happened
I can't help it
I can't help it
I was young and I was selfish
I made every woman feel like she was mine and no one else's
And now you hate me
Stop pretending, stop that fronting
I can't take it
Girl don't treat me like a stranger
Girl you know I seen ya naked
Girl you know that I remember, don't be a pretender
Getting high at the condo, that's when it all comes together
You know I stay reminiscing
And makeup sex is tradition
But you've been missing girl
And you might feel like nothing was the same
Drinking, smoking, fucking, plotting
Scheming, plotting, scheming, getting money
Drinking, fucking, smoking, plotting, scheming,
Plotting, getting money
This the life for me
My mama told me this was right for me
I got em worried, like make sure you save a slice for me
I should have spoons, serve you up with a fork and knife for me
Your actions make us doubt you
Your lack of effort got me rapping different
This the shit I wanna go out to
Play this shit at my funeral if they catch me slippin
Naked women swimming that's just how I'm living
Donate a million to some children, that's just how I'm feeling
A nigga filling up arenas, who the fuck can see us
I had to Derrick Rose the knee up before I got the re-up
Yours truly the boy
I just build and build more
Y'all niggas build and destroy
You niggas party too much, man I just chill and record
No filler, you feel it now if you ain't fill it before
Yes Lord, this the shit I wanna go out to
This the shit I wanna go out to
3.Started From The Bottom(Explicit Version)
Lyricist：Aubrey Drake GrahamW. ColemanNoah Shebib
Writer(s)：Aubrey Drake GrahamW. ColemanNoah Shebib
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
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...
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...
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...
4.Wu - Tang Forever
Lyricist：A GrahamA. PalmanN. ShebibJ RoseD. ColesR. DiggsL.
HawkinsJ. HunterC. WoodsT. BaldurssonM. BjoerklynJ.
Koduletsch
Writer(s)：A GrahamA. PalmanN. ShebibJ RoseD. ColesR. DiggsL.
HawkinsJ. HunterC. WoodsT. BaldurssonM. BjoerklynJ.
Koduletsch
I just love when I'm with you, yeah, this shit is on ten
We used to be friends, girl, and even back then
You would look at me with no hesitation
And you'd tell me, baby, it's yours
Nobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yours
Nobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody in that
Well, made me think about the game, girl
And how I switched it up with a new thang
Young nigga came through on his Wu-Tang
And nowadays when I ask about who got it, they say it's yours
Nobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yours
Nobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yours
It's yours, that's for sure
How you feel about coming home with a nigga for the night？
If you nervous, hit the lights, I know we only fucking out of
spite
'Cause your man don't do you right, do you right
I could fuck you so good
Then I hit you with the 9AM in Dallas, who you like？
Baby, who you like？
Machine gun raps for all my niggas in the back
Stadium packed, just glad to see the city on the map
I just gave the city life, it ain't about who did it first
It's about who did it right, niggas looking like 'preach!'
Open cases on me for a half a million each
I find peace knowing that it's harder in the streets
I know, luckily I didn't have to grow there
I would only go there cause there's niggas that I know there
I don't know what's getting into me
I just like the rush when you see your enemy somewhere in the
club
And you realize he just not in a position to reciprocate your
energy
You ain't ever worried cause he's not who he pretends to be
People like Mazin who was a best friend to me
Start to become a distant memory
Things change in that life and this life started lacking synergy
And fucking with me mentally, I think it's meant to be
Paranoid, always rolling with my mothafuckin' boys
But you gotta understand when it's yours
They don't really leave your ass with a mothafuckin' choice
5.Own It
Lyricist：A GrahamA. PalmanN. FisherA. ProctorN. Shebib
Writer(s)：A GrahamA. PalmanN. FisherA. ProctorN. Shebib
Own It
Yours
You're still the one that I adore
Ain't much out there to have feelings for
Guess who's it is？ Guess who's it is？
Guess who's it is？ Guess who's it is？
Yours
A few bottles on the table, a few waters
It ain't a secret, baby, everybody saw us
Guess who's it is？ Guess who's it is？
Guess who's it is？
It's yours
Next time we fuck, I don't want to fuck, I want to make love
Next time we talk, I don't want to just talk, I want to trust
Next time I stand tall I want to be standing for you
And next time I spend I want it all to be with you
Peaking, I'm peaking, wake up with me this weekend, weekend
Guess who's it is？
Guess who's it is？ Guess who's it is？
It's yours
I said go own that shit
Own that shit, own that shit
Own that shit, go own that shit
Own that shit, own that shit
Own that shit, own that shit
Go own that shit
Niggas talk more than bitches these days
Just let that shit sink in
Niggas talk more than bitches these days
Who could get the pussy quicker these days
Still straight with the weed and the liquor these days
Cause the new drugs got the kids trippin' these days
Bunch of journalists been searchin' for a story
My ex-girl been searchin' for a 'sorry'
Couple bitches tryin' to have me on the Maury like nigga it's
yours
You should be supportin' but where you been at？ On tour, gettin'
money
Y'all don't even really check for me
You ain't even hit me when that nigga had threats for me
Girl, you don't love me, you just say that shit to get to me
Girl, cause you got the Batphone in my workline
You should call it
When the last time you did something for the first time？
You have done it all, swear to God
Niggas talk more than bitches these days
Got you thinkin' I'm different these days
Broken telephone for every single conversation
By the time it gets to you, shit switches these days
It's yours, it's your, it's yours, it's always gonna be yours
It's yours, yeah
It's yours, own it
Own It
Own It
Own It
Own It
Baby, own it
It's yours
Own that shit, own that shit
Own that shit
6.Worst Behavior
Lyricist：A GrahamA. PalmanD. NatcheN. Fisher
Writer(s)：A GrahamA. PalmanD. NatcheN. Fisher
Worst motherfucker never loved us
Fucker never loved us
You ain't know, now you know now
Still at it, scrub J's with a toothbrush
Shit, niggas still playing my old shit
But your shit is like the police asking us questions,
Nigga' we don't know shit
Flex, nigga I'm just flexin'
Nigga never loved us
Do it look like we stressin'？
Look at you, look at you, and look at you,
Ahh - I'm glad that they chose us
Command, it's a mission,
Trying to fight to the finish just to see 'em all finish
On my worst behavior, no？
They used to never want to hear us,
Remember？
Motherfucker never loved us, remember？
Motherfucker, remember？
Motherfucker never loved us
I'm on my worst behavior,
Don't you ever get it fucked up
Motherfuckers never loved us
Man, motherfuckers never loved us
Worst behavior
Motherfuckers never loved us
Fucker never loved us
Worst behavior
Hold up, hold my phone
Motherfuckers never loved us
Fucker never loved us
Now you want to roll one
Motherfucker never loved us
So everywhere we go now, full cup
Always hated the boy, but now the boy is the man
Motherfucker, I done grown up
You know me, you know me
I'm liable to do anything when it comes to that you owe me
You owe me, you owe me
Bitch you better have my money when I come for the shit like
O.D.B.
Who's hot, who not
Tell me who rock, who sell out in stores
You tell me who flop, who copped the new drop
Whose jewels got rocks,
Who else making rap albums doing numbers like its pop
Same old pimp,
Drake you know ain't nothing's changed with these funny style
niggas
We done put out of the game
I just ask for some blessings at my grandmother's grave
And its back to L.A.,
Open the mail, staring at the check
Enough to make you throw up
Man it's gross what I net
I'm with my whole set, tennis matches at the crib
I swear I could be Serena when she playing with her left
Oh, where I reside it looks like a resort inside
Nigga, where your shit from？
I imported mine
Bar mitzvah money like my name Mordehigh
Fuck you bitch, I'm on that high
My momma probably hear that and be mortified
This ain't the son you raised who used to take the Acura
5 a.m. going shoot Degrassi up on Morningside
For all the stunting, I'll forever be immortalized
Yeah, back and forth across the border line
Hate to leave the city but I've got to do the overtime
Gone all the time, even the important times
I should let you know ahead of time I'm coming back on my worst
behavior
Remember？
Remember？
Motherfucker
Remember？
Hold up, hold my phone, they used to never want to hear us
Remember？
Motherfucker never loved us
Remember？
Motherfucker
Remember？
Worst behavior
7.From Time
Lyricist：A GrahamJ. ChilomboN. ShebibJ. Beck
Writer(s)：A GrahamJ. ChilomboN. ShebibJ. Beck
What's up？ Been a minute since we kicked it
You've been caught up with them bitches
I don't get it, you're a star love
You shouldn't have to deal with that
I'll never make you feel like that
Cause I love me, I love me enough for the both of us
That's why you trust me, I know you been through more than most
of us
So what are you？ what are you, what are you so afraid of？
Darling you, you give but you cannot take love
I needed to hear that shit, I hate when you're submissive
Passive aggressive when we're texting, I feel the distance
I look around the peers that surround me, these niggas tripping
I like when money makes a difference but don't make you
different
Started realizing a couple places I can take it
I want to get back to when I was that kid in the basement
I want to take it deeper than money, pussy, vacation
And influence a generation that's lacking in patience
I've been dealing with my dad, speaking a lack of patience
Just me and my old man getting back to basics
We've been talking 'bout the future and time that we wasted
When he put that bottle down, girl that nigga's amazing
Well, fuck it, we had a couple Coronas
We might have rolled a white paper, just something to hold us
We even talked about you and our couple of moments
He said we should hash it out like a couple of grown ups
You a flower child, beautiful child, I'm in your zone
Looking like you came from the 70's on your own
My mother is 66 and her favorite line to hit me with is
Who the fuck wants to be 70 and alone？
Y'all don't even know what you want from love anymore
I search for something I'm missing and disappear when I'm bored
But girl, what qualities was I looking for before？
Who you settling for？ Who better for you than the boy, hah？
What's up？ Been a minute since we kicked it
You've been caught up with them bitches
I don't get it, you're a star love
You shouldn't have to deal with that
I'll never make you feel like that
Cause I love me, I love me enough for the both of us
That's why you trust me, I know you been through more than most
of us
So what are you？ what are you, what are you so afraid of？
Darling you, you give but you cannot take love
Thinkin' about Texas back when Porsche used to work at Treasures
Or further back then that, before I had the Houston leverage
When I got Summer a Michael Kors with my momma's debit
A weak attempt at flexing, I'll never forget it
Cause that night I played her three songs
Then we talked about something we disagreed on
Then she started telling me how I'll never be as big as Trey
Songz
Boy was she wrong, that was just negative energy for me to feed
off
Now it's therapeutic blowing money in a galleria
Or Beverly Center Macy's where I discovered Bria
Landmarks to the 'muses that inspired the music
When I could tell it was sincere without trying to prove it
The one that I needed was Kourtney from Hooters on P Street
I've always been feeling like she was the piece to complete me
Now she engaged to be married, what's the rush on commitment？
Know we were going through some shit, name a couple that isn't
Remember our talk in the parking lot at the Ritz
Girl I thought we had it all planned out, guess I fucked up the
vision
Learning the true consequences of my selfish decisions
When you find out how I'm living I just hope I'm forgiven
It seems like you don't want this love anymore
I'm acting out in the open it's hard for you to ignore
But girl, what qualities was I looking for before？
Who you settling for, who better for you than the boy, huh？
What's up？ Been a minute since we kicked it
You've been caught up with them bitches
I don't get it, you're a star love
You shouldn't have to deal with that
I'll never make you feel like that
Cause I love me, I love me enough for the both of us
That's why you trust me, I know you been through more than most
of us
So what are you？ what are you, what are you so afraid of？
Darling you, you give but you cannot take love
8.Hold On, We're Going Home(Album Version)
Lyricist：A GrahamM. MaskatiJ. UllmanP. JeffriesN. Shebib
Writer(s)：A GrahamM. MaskatiJ. UllmanP. JeffriesN. Shebib
I got my eyes on you
You're everything that I see
I want your high loving me motion
And lastly, I can't get over you
You left your mark on me
I want your high loving me motion endlessly
Cause you're a good girl and you know it
You act so different around me
Cause you're a good girl and you know it
I know exactly who you could be
Just hold on we're going home
Just hold on we're going home
It's hard to do these things alone
Just hold on we're going home
I got my eyes on you
You're everything that I see
I want your high loving me motion
And lastly, I can't get over you
You left your mark on me
I want your high loving me motion endlessly
Cause you're a good girl and you know it
You act so different around me
Cause you're a good girl and you know it
I know exactly who you could be
Just hold on we're going home
Just hold on we're going home
It's hard to do these things alone
Just hold on we're going home
You're the girl
You're the one
Gave you everything I love
I think there's something, baby
I think there's something, baby
You're the girl
You're the one
Gave you everything I love
I think there's something, baby
I think there's something, baby
Cause you're a good girl and you know it
You act so different around me
Cause you're a good girl and you know it
I know exactly who you could be
Just hold on we're going home
Just hold on we're going home
It's hard to do these things alone
Just hold on we're going home
9.Connect
Lyricist：A GrahamA. PalmanN. ShebibR. BrichardK. Samir
Writer(s)：A GrahamA. PalmanN. ShebibR. BrichardK. Samir
Isn't it amazing how you talk all this shit and we still lack
communication
How beautiful our kids will be, girl, I don't need convincing
How every conversation starts with this time will be different
Oh the ideas funny, oh the ideas funny
Oh the idea is so fun every time
At least we try for homerun every time
Swanging, eyes closed just swanging
Same city, same friends if you're looking for me
Same city, same friends if you're looking
I'll be here just swanging
Don't talk to me like I'm famous
And don't assume cause I don't expect assumptions babe
I'm just tryna connect with somethin' babe
Swangin'
She just wanna run around the city and make memories
That she can barely remember
And I'd allow her, talk about pussy power
She just wanna run over my feelin's
Like she drinkin' and drivin' in an 18 wheeler
And I'd allow her, talk about pussy power
She used to say 'You can be whoever you want, even yourself'
Yeah, I show up knowin' exactly who I was and never leave as
myself
But when it falls apart, I'm always still down
To pick a million tiny little pieces off the ground
Cause you would learn to love people and use things
And not the other way around
I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is
She call and tell me be here before the sun up
I be dressed before we hung up
I take Eglinton to 401 east
And exit at Markham road and the East end
Where all the pretty girls are sleeping
My license been expired I renew it after the weekend
Fuck I know I said that shit the last 7 weekends
Girl I guess procrastination is my weakness
I hate stoppin' for gas this late
Cause this nigga's creepin and I like how we're creepin'
Summer is comin' know you could feel it
20 on pump whatever I ain't got enough to fill it
Won't knock on your door
My uncle say, 'You drive my whip like it's yours'
I got the pedal to the floor
I'm on my motherfuckin' way swangin'
Don't fall asleep on me, hang in there
I'll be there just swangin'
I'll be there just swangin'
I treat you good girl like you're famous
I know I'm late it's always the same shit
But don't fall asleep on me, hang in there
I'm on the road right now swangin, girl
10.The Language
Lyricist：A GrahamA. PalmanM. SamuelsA. RitterA. HernandezB.
Williams
Writer(s)：A GrahamA. PalmanM. SamuelsA. RitterA. HernandezB.
Williams
I don't know why they been lying but yo shit is not that
inspiring
Bank account statements just look like I'm ready for early
retirement
Fuck any nigga that's talkin' that shit just to get a reaction
Fuck going platinum, I looked at my wrist and it's already
platinum
I am the kid with the motor mouth
I am the one that you should worry about
I don't know who you're referring to, who is this nigga you
heard about？
Someone just talking that bullshit, someone just gave you the
run-around
Niggas downplaying the money but that's what you do when the
money down
I don't waste time putting money down
I just go straight to who got it and buy it in cash
Pussy so good that you gotta come see me on tour and you gotta
fly in first class
This has been years in the making, it's all for the city
You know I come right every summer, Cash Money Records forever
I'm always big timing, bitch, I came up right under Stunna
You know it
Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that but oh well
Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said 'Girl, that's all that
we do'
Okay, now you're talking my language
Now you're talking my language
Now you're talking my language
Now you're talking my language
Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said 'Girl, that's all that
we do'
I'm about to roll one and light it and fuck it man, no one's
invited
I got to kill off the weak shit that's got all you niggas
excited
I can't even listen, you whylin', I'd much rather sit here in
silence
I send all my money to banks in the islands and eat with
Italians, I do
People are funny; you don't even know about the shit that I been
through
I just want some head in a comfortable bed, it could all be so
simple
Talkin' that shit with your back to me, just know it always get
back to me
Come get your girl, she been here for three days and she way too
attached to me
Hate when they get too attached to me
I got to get on the bus and get back on the road
Get what I can out the country
And then I just get on the jet and go back to the cold
Can't even drive with the top off
Been workin' so hard on the album I missed the whole summer
I just might bring in some girls from Miami
To heat up the city and that's word to Stunna
You know it
You understand me？
Showtime, headlines
Big time, sunshine, tote nines
Bust mines, flatline, hard grind
High life, stay fly as jet time
Stunt nigga
Every time you see a nigga
Stunt nigga
Every time you see a nigga
Stunt nigga
Swag on head to feet nigga
Stunt nigga
I might just bring in some girls from Miami
To heat up the city and that's word to Stunna
You know it
11.305 To My City
Lyricist：A GrahamN. FisherA. Proctor
Writer(s)：A GrahamN. FisherA. Proctor
Drop down, drop-drop
Shit is real out here
Drop down, drop-drop
Drop down, drop-drop, get it
Get it, drop down, drop-drop
Ooo, 305 to my city
I get it I get it
I get it I get it I swear that I get it
I get it I get it
We did it we did it
We did it we did it
We so far from finished
I brought you right back just so we can relive it
I get it I get it, I get it I get it
Your hustle don't ever go unnoticed baby, I'm with you I'm with
it
I get it I get it, I get it I get it
I get it I get it
They don't work hard as you, damn that's so crazy
At the end of the night when you count, numbers don't lie to my
baby
Locker room full of money, girl you just did
I get it I get it, man fuck all that talking, take shots to the
kidney
Down payment on the Jaguar, your roommate got credit
12 months on the lease, that's a come up baby don't you ever
forget it
Connections are heavy, every real nigga they fuck with you
Now shit down in diamonds, you sparkle but fuck man is sparklin'
enough for you？
Ooo, 305 to my city
I get it I get it
I get it I get it I swear that I get it
I get it I get it
We did it we did it
We did it we did it
We so far from finished
I brought you right back just so we can relive it
I get it I get it, I get it I get it
Your hustle don't ever go unnoticed baby, I'm with you I'm with
it
I get it I get it, I get it I get it
I get it I get it
Tonight was your night, go get you some lobsters and shrimp
You smart and you know it, I get it I get it you outdo these
pimps
I hope you don't fall, that's you on the top of the ceiling
Don't you ever forget 'bout your story, I get it, you did it you
did it
Got a lake on the champagne, your best friend is bar-tending
Your parents sayin' this another phase in your life
They can't wait until it's all finished
Shine on them hoes, let 'em know that you run shit
I get it I get it, I'm workin' too hard let's get into some fun
shit
281 in my city, heard you had trouble at customs
Your girl got a DUI, I'll make the calls to get y'all through
customs
Tell your best friend, 'Girl get your paperwork right'
I get it I get it, what's up for the night？
Ooo, 305 to my city
I get it I get it
I get it I get it I swear that I get it
I get it I get it
We did it we did it
We did it we did it
We so far from finished
I brought you right back just so we can relive it
I get it I get it, I get it I get it
Your hustle don't ever go unnoticed baby, I'm with you I'm with
it
I get it I get it, I get it I get it
I get it I get it
Your momma used to live at the church on Sunday
You just live after church on Sunday
Oh Lord, oh Lord we're not in Kansas anymore
We're not in Kansas anymore
12.Too Much
Lyricist：A GrahamS. SisayP. JefferiesE. Haynie
Writer(s)：A GrahamS. SisayP. JefferiesE. Haynie
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
There's no need for us to rush this through
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
This is more than just a new lust for you
Done sayin' I'm done playin'
Last time was on the outro
Stuck in the house, need to get out more
I've been stackin' up like I'm fundraisin'
Most people in my position get complacent
Come places with star girls, end up on them front pages
I'm quiet but I just ride with it
Moment I stop havin' fun with it, I'll be done with it
I'm the only one that's puttin' shots up
And like a potluck, you need to come with it
Don't run from it, H-Town in the summer time, I keep it 100
Lot of girls in my time there, word to Paul Wall, not one
fronted
Birthed there in my first year, man I know that place like I
come from it
Backstage at Warehouse in '09 like 'Is Bun coming？
Fuck that, is any one comin' before I show up there and ain't no
one there？'
These days, I could probably pack it for like twenty nights if I
go in there
Back rub from my main thing, I've been stressed out
Talkin' to her like back then they didn't want me, I'm blessed
now
Talkin' to her like this drop, get a million copies get pressed
out
She tell me, 'Take a deep breath, you're too worried about bein'
the best out'
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
There's no need for us to rush this through
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
This is more than just a new lust for you
Someone go tell Noel to get the Backwoods
Money got my whole family goin' backwards
No dinners, no holidays, no nothin'
There's issues at hand that we're not discussin'
Look, I did not sign up for this
My uncle used to have all these things on his bucket list
And now he's actin' like 'Oh well, this is life, I guess not,
fuck that shit'
Listen man, you can still do what you wanna do, just trust that
shit
Heard once that in dire times when you need a sign, they appear
Guess since my text message didn't resonate, I'll just say it
here
Hate the fact my mom cooped up in her apartment, tellin' herself
That she's too sick to get dressed up and go do shit, like
that's true shit
All my family from the M-Town that I've been 'round
Started treatin' me like I'm him now
Like we don't know each other, we ain't grow together, we just
friends now
Shit got me feelin' pinned down, pick the pen up and put the pen
down
Writin' to you from a distance like a pen pal, but we've been
down
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
There's no need for us to rush this through
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
This is more than just a new lust for you
Don't give up, on your hopes
Don't you tell me somethin's gone wrong
Wholehearted, wholehearted
You care, you care
Cause I'm such a dreamer
13.Pound Cake ／ Paris Morton Music 2
Lyricist：A GrahamS. CarterA. PalmanM. SamuelsN. FisherM.
BurnettJ. EvansA. ProctorD. ColesR. DiggsG. GriceL.
HawkinsHayesJ. HunterR. JonesPorterC. SmithC. Woods
Writer(s)：A GrahamS. CarterA. PalmanM. SamuelsN. FisherM.
BurnettJ. EvansA. ProctorD. ColesR. DiggsG. GriceL.
HawkinsHayesJ. HunterR. JonesPorterC. SmithC. Woods
'Good God Almighty. Like back in the old days. You know, years
ago they had the A＆R men to tell you what to play, how to play
it and you know whether it's disco and rock but we just went in
the studio and we did it. We had champagne in the studio, of
course, you know, compliments of the company, and we just laid
back and did it. So we hope you enjoy listening to this album
half as much as we enjoyed playing it for you. Because we had a
ball. Only real music is gonna last, all the other bullshit is
here today and gone tomorrow....'
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'all
After hours of Il Mulino
Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' about women and vino
The contract like '91 Dan Marino
I swear this got Michael Rapino boostin' my ego
Overly focused, it's far from the time to rest now
Debates growin' 'bout who they think is the best now
Took a while, got the jokers out of the deck now
Holdin' all the cards and niggas wanna play chess now
I hear you talkin', say it twice so I know you meant it
Fuck it, I don't even tint it, they should know who's in it
I'm authentic, real name, no gimmicks
No game, no scrimmage, I ain't playin' with you niggas at all
My classmates, they went on to be chartered accountants
Or work with their parents, but thinkin' back on how they
treated me
My high school reunion might be worth an appearance
Make everybody have to go through security clearance
Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn
With the ink, I could murder word to my nigga Irv
Yeah, I swear shit just started clickin' dog
You know it's real when you are who you think you are
I had Benzes 'fore you had braces
The all black Maybach but I'm not a racist
Inside's whiter than Katy Perry's face is
Yellow diamonds in my Jesús
I just might learn to speak Mandarin
Japanese for the yen that I'm handlin'
International Hov, that's my handle
My saint's Sean Don, light a candle
El Gran Santo on the mantle
'Case y'all didn't know, I speak Spanish too
Shoutout to Worldwide Wes
Everywhere we go we leave a worldwide mess
Yes, still Roc La Familia
Says a lot about you if you not feelin' us
The homie said 'Hov, there ain't many of us'
I told him less is more, nigga it's plenty of us
Cake, cake cake cake cake cake
500 million, I got a pound cake
Niggas is frontin', that's upside-down cake
Get 'em a red nose, they clown cakes
They shoulda' never let you 'round cake
Look at my neck, I got a carrot cake
Now here's the icing on the cake
Cake, cake cake cake cake
I'm just gettin' started, oh yeah we got it bitch
I've done made more millionaires than the lotto did
Dame made millions, Bigg made millions
Ye made millions, Just made millions
Lyor made millions, Cam made millions
Beans tell you if he wasn't in his feelings
I'm back in my bag
My eyes bloodshot but my jet don't lag
A pair of Jordan 3's tryna chase this cash
Gucci air bag just in case we crash
Uh, last night was mad trill
Fresh out of advil, Jesus grab the wheel
Fuck all that happy to be here shit that y'all warned me on
I'm the big homie, they still tryna lil bro me dog
Like I should fall in line, like I should alert niggas
When I'm 'bout to drop somethin' crazy and I say I'm the
greatest of my generation
Like I should be dressin' different
Like I should be less aggressive and pessimistic
Like I should be way more nervous and less dismissive
Like I should be on my best behavior
And not talk my shit and do it major like the niggas who paved
the way for us
Like I didn't study the game to the letter
And understand that I'm not doin' it the same, man, I'm doin' it
better
Like I didn't make that clearer this year
Like I should feel, I don't know, guilty for saying that
They should more mirrors in here so I can stare at myslef
These are usually just thoughts that I share with myself
But I thought Fuck It its worth it to share it with someone else
more than Paris for once
14.Come Thru
Lyricist：A GrahamA. PalmanN. ShebibN Campbell
Writer(s)：A GrahamA. PalmanN. ShebibN Campbell
We had the type of nights where morning comes too soon... and
nothing was the same
Watch me, going out of the way
When I should've went home
Only time of the day I get to spend on my own
I was trippin' off how I used to sleep at ya crib,
Should drive by right where you live, and pick you up on the way
We ain't spoke in so long, probably put me in the past
I can still get you wet and I can still make you laugh
You should call into work if that ain't too much to ask
I could pour you up a drink and we can burn something
Come thru... come thru... come thru... come thru...
Girl you know we got thangs to do
Girl you know we got thangs to do, so get your ass in that car
and come thru
Come thru... come thru... come thru... come thru...
Girl you know we got thangs to do
Girl you know we got thangs to do, so get your ass in that car
and come thru
Last night I brought DOA to the studio
They already had a stage and a booty pole
Its supposed to be a lot of hard working going on
But who the fuck can focus with this twerkin' going on
Someone put a order in for a chicken
Told my girl to order in, I need the kitchen
Yeah they know I got the hook-up, they just wait on me to cook
up
Baby I heat up the stove, you do the dishes ya know？
Rap game, Crack game, ain't that different ya know？
Last album had it booming something vicious ya know？
And ya know I need ya back in my life
Girl ya know ya got that, know ya got that thing that I like
Girl you got that thing forreal
When I was on a mission to make it
Who used to sleep on the floor with you when you lived in the
basement？
Who else got all the things you need at 4am when it's late？
I always pour you up a drink and let you burn something
Why has it been so long？ Why has it been so long？
Why has it been... Why has it been...
Who you been crying to？
Who you been flying to？
Who's bed are you sleeping in？
Someone's been hiding you
Where have you been？
You deserve rounds tonight, come thru girl you deserve rounds
tonight
Come thru girl you deserve rounds tonight
Come thru girl you deserve rounds tonight
Rounds tonight oh, come thru girl you deserve rounds tonight
Come thru girl you deserve rounds tonight
15.All Me
Lyricist：A GrahamA. PalmanS. AndersonT. EppsD. WeirL.
WillemetzJ. CharlesM. Yvaine
Writer(s)：A GrahamA. PalmanS. AndersonT. EppsD. WeirL.
WillemetzJ. CharlesM. Yvaine
I'm really stepping up my game
These bitches gotta start paying me for this
Can't get no more free Randy
Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot
It's a lot, fuck that, nevermind what I got
Nigga don't watch that cause I
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me forreal
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me forreal
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J's on, pinky ring
Dogging these hoes, I need quarantine
In the same league, but we don't ball the same
She want all the fame
I hear that shit all the time
She said she love me
I said, 'Baby girl, fall in line,' ok
Made a million, off of denim
fuck, watch me switch it up
Walked in, 'Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!'
You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo
Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note
From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off
And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off
This that sauce, this that dressing
Givenchy, nigga God bless you
If having a bad bitch was a crime
I'd be arrested (True)
I touched down at '86
Knew I was a man by the age of 6
I even fucked girls that used to babysit
But thats was years later on some crazy shit
I heard your new shit, nigga hated it
Damon Wayans told me dont play that shit
I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit
And my latest shit is like a greatest hits
God damn
Ain't no wishing over on this side
Y'all don't fuck wit' us and we don't fuck wit' y'all, it's no
different over on this side
God damn
Should I listen to everybody or myself？
Cause myself just told myself, 'You the motherfuckin' man, you
don't need no help'
Cashin' checks and I'm bigging up my chest,
Ya'll keep talking 'bout who next,
But I'm about how big as it gets,
I swear ya'll just wastin' ya'll breath,
I'm the light skinned Keith Sweat,
I'mma make it last forever,
It's not your turn 'cause I ain't done yet,
Look, just understand that I'm on a roll like Cottonelle,
I was made for all of this shit,
And I'm on the road box office sales,
I'm getting paid for all of this shit,
Ask you to please excuse my table manners,
I was making room for the table dancers,
'Cause if we judging off your advances,
I just got paid like eight advances, God damn!
HOE, SHUT THE fuck UP
I got way too much on my mental
I learn from what I've been through
I'm finna do what I didn't do
And still waking up like the rest do
Not complicated, it's simple
I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full
And to them hoes I'm everythang
Everything but gentle
But I still take my time
Man I guess I'm just old fashioned
Wearing retro shit, that's old fashioned
Nigga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption
I paint pics, see the shit
Good sex, need to hit
Keep a bra on the floor
Year round like season tickets
I plead the fifth
Drink a fifth
Load the nine
Leave you split, in the half
Smoke a half, needles it
My new girl is on Glee and shit
Probably making more money than me and shit
I swear to God I got 99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
I got 99 problems, getting rich ain't one
Like I got trust issues
I'm sorry for the people I've pushed out
I'm the type to have a bullet-proof condom
And still gotta pull out
But that's just me
And I ain't perfect
I ain't a saint but I am worth it
If it's one thing, I am worth it
Niggas still hating but it ain't workin'
Lil' bitch
All Me. All Me. Oh my. I think I done fucked too many women from
the 305
Before the end of this year, I'll do King of Diamonds, three
more times,
Smoking all that kush all in our section like its legalized
Girl, you can't always have your way, sometimes it be like that
They dont really fuck with you like that, they ain't never did
me like that
I just took my time, you got your shine, I let you eat like that
I been taught never to loan somebody what you need right back
And I need that shit right back (no more free Randy)
I'm less than a motherfucker,
Niggas been stressed than a motherfucker
Niggas gettin' nervous, touching they chests like a
motherfucker,
Damn that's a motherfucker
Tell the truth, I don't listen to ya,
'Cause I don't like being lied to
And that ship won't sail,
And that wind won't guide you
Daddy was in jail we was talkin' through the window,
Like a motherfucking drive-thru
That was back then man,
Now my niggas rich enough to do whatever I do.
16.The Motion
Lyricist：A GrahamN. ShebibS. Sisay
Writer(s)：A GrahamN. ShebibS. Sisay
It's not me and you
It's not me it's you
The records say you know it they don't love you like I do
say you're moving on well I guess that's just the motion
I guess that's just the motion oh-oh I guess that's just the
motion oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion oh-oh
I guess that's just emotion
I don't have a fuck to give
I've been moving state to state
In my leather and my tims like its 1998
And my dog chubby chub, that's my nigga from the wake
on the east side of the city that's where everybody stay
seem like everybody calling cuz they want me on they song
it's like every time i touch it I could never do no wrong
when they need a favor from your man they don't leave you alone
but I guess that's just the motion
then that phone doesn't ring when they got everything that's the
motion oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion yeah
Lookin back on it at least my pride is intact
Cuz we said no strings attached and I still got tied up in that
Everything that I write is either for her or about her
So I'm with her even when I'm here without her and she know it
The girl that I wanna save is like a danger to my health
Try being with somebody that wanna be somebody else
I always thought she was perfect when she was being herself
Don't even know how to help
But I guess that's just the motion
She'll probably come around, soon as I settle down,
That's the motion oh-oh
I guess that's just the motion
I guess that's just the motion
I guess that's just the motion
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