1.Obama(Winning More Interlude)(Winning More Interlude)
Lyricist：K. Khaled
Writer(s)：K. Khaled
2.Suffering From Success
Lyricist：K. Khaled, Antoine McColister, N. Wilburn, T. Pittman, J.
Mollings, L. Mollings
Writer(s)：K. Khaled, Antoine McColister, N. Wilburn, T. Pittman, J.
Mollings, L. Mollings
3.I Feel Like Pac ／ I Feel Like Biggie
Lyricist：K. Khaled, W. Roberts, R. Williams, C. Harris, K. Dean, A.
Tucker
Writer(s)：K. Khaled, W. Roberts, R. Williams, C. Harris, K. Dean, A.
Tucker
I've been waiting for a long time (how long)
Real damn long time (how long)
I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel)
Man..
I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
Down south nigga, talking jam pony
Rest in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first Rollie
Bitches want to know me, haters want to show me
But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty tickets
Cop just pulled me over, caught up in this thing
Take my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen
I know they hate a nigga but he's such a major nigga
Tell the clip the .40 when C.I.A. with us
305 them killas, Ricky Ross the richest
Bel- Air on my table, I talk it then I live it
All of you starve and I eat fast
Moussain when I creep past
Blacked out I max out with the same same watch on me chain
We killing niggas no repass my momma got like 3 Jags
You talkin' bout how you ball nigga we really gettin' that
street cash
Say old money, new work
Smell the caine on my new shirt
My old g said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt
And my momma said do school work
I was making that tool work
And niggas wanted me dead with a whole lot on my head
Man they hit Big in the passenger, hit Pac in the passenger
So I'm riding round with this Mac on me
And a bunch of shooters in back of us
Roll up and you a dead man
Head shot when we clapped ya
We sellin niggas to the murk em man, and I ain't talkin' bout
Erica
Feel like it's me against the world
Bury me a g
My middle finger to the world
I'm gon' forever be a g
Pussy nigga want a witness stay armed no Biggie
When we get busy no alarms just semis
We pour out a lil liquor throw it like straight ballers
We cradle to the grave ride when my homie call
When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the steps
They said Brenda had a baby but she left it in the alley
One shot that playa hater now we going back to Cali
Hit the time nigga I got a story to tell
My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die
And when we ride on no more paint we go hard as shit
Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you bitch
It's an every day struggle nigga me and my bitch
It's unbelievable suicide I thought you would get
Said fuck me warning and the gun don't blast
Give me the loot sorry nigga one more chance
You know this shit don't stop
Keep these sucker under pressure
Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya
Ya nigga can't see me
A paid thug nigga
That's why shawty wanna be me
See a kid around around in your town kick in your door
I feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough, more than you know
Ey yo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatness
If you ain't ready to be great, man？
Ain't no more to it
4.You Don't Want These Problems
Lyricist：K. Khaled, S. Anderson, R. Williams, K. Karbouch, T. Epps, W.
Roberts, Antoine McColister, T. Mosley, K. Cossom, J. Mollings,
L. Mollings, A. Norris
Writer(s)：K. Khaled, S. Anderson, R. Williams, K. Karbouch, T. Epps, W.
Roberts, Antoine McColister, T. Mosley, K. Cossom, J. Mollings,
L. Mollings, A. Norris
You haters can't stop me, I'm a franchise
You're now rockin' with the best, put your hands high
Do it, do it, I'mma fuckin' do it
These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it
Middle finger to 'em all, I'mma make 'em pay
PSA for any nigga standin' in the way
You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these
problems
You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these
problems
Oh God! I tell 'em you don't want these problems
You don't, you don't want these problems, you don't want these
problems
Out in Vegas like Lamar, third floor Tropicana
Fascinated with the cars, smokin' dope in the Phantom
Teflon's on the rise, I despise propaganda
Camouflage Mac-11, I should set an example
Never baptized, as I walk through the fires
The pain and the flame never match my desires
Crucified cause I'm rich, in the coupe, take a pic
On the phone at the light, Kelly Rowland's a friend
Catfish in the Benz, Manti Teo's a sucker
Plaques on the wall, hustler so I can say 'fuck 'em'
Bel Air for the hoes, Ciroc in the pool
My bitch is a stripper, her name is April's A Fool
I said 'haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!' That's what the title say
Cause I'm rich, homie, it's why you feel some kind of way
She threw the pussy and I caught it, presidential by 40
That drop hit from Europe, that coupe got deported
I turn coke boy to that corporate money, big choppa, I'm walkin'
funny
Money talk but you ain't talkin' money, you ain't even got no
corporate money
Haaaaaaan! Whip game proper, I'mma make it work
Versace, nigga know who did it first
We the best, Khaled tried to told yah
TRUUUU! You just second best, Kelly Rowland (I'm just playin'
babe)
Renegade like Em and Jay
VIP section, started out from section 8
Arm and Hammer, I be armed with the hammer
If it was a slumber party, I'd be fresh in pajamas
Silence the shawty, I'm killin' them softly
They slept on me, I stopped sellin' work and started sellin'
them coffee, TRUUU!
Jumpin' out that thing ho, I swear that's word to my momma
I took risks with that 'caine, ho and I sold work for my momma
These niggas don't want no drama, these niggas don't want no
problems
These niggas don't want no beef, have 'em walkin' out with that
choppa
These norm niggas don't play that, they murk somethin', I'll
tell you that
200 change for this Mulsanne and the wheel's a fortune, Pat
Sajak
We catch cases, don't say jack, don't talk work cause they tape
that
Don't sell the work where we lay at, and don't spend the bread
you can't make back, no
Ain't no defeatin' the eye of the beast and I'm laughin' at
people who try to compete
Name any rapper that's fuckin' with me, I'm who these niggas
pretendin' to be
Claimin' you wantin' these problems, tell momma get flowers and
plannin' your funeral speech
My sanctuary's that cemetery, my choppa, named it 'Obituary'
Act up, Tyler Perry, boy you sweeter than February
Real nigga, I define that, you don't even need no dictionary
You ain't even 'bout that life, so these shooters with me ain't
necessary
You don't want these problems
You don't want these problems
You don't want these problems
You ain't know
You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these
problems
You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these
problems
Oh God! I tell 'em you don't want these problems
You don't, you don't want these problems, you don't want these
problems
5.Blackball
Lyricist：K. Khaled, N. Wilburn, A. Washington, Antoine McColister, K.
Crow, E. Ortiz
Writer(s)：K. Khaled, N. Wilburn, A. Washington, Antoine McColister, K.
Crow, E. Ortiz
All these chains that I'm wearing is not ordinary
My watches and my rank is not ordinary
Shawty what's the '
It's time to black ball
F＊ck boys hate to see me winning
It's time to black ball
Kept shit 100 from the beginning
It's time to black ball
They wanna see me lose everything I got
It's time to black ball
Y'all keep hating, I'm right here on time.
Hook：
They tryin' blackball me, they say I get too much money
They want my name from me because they know what I do
They say I ain't rollin', nigga, 'cause I got the juice
They tryin' to blackball me, went and bought a Ghost as a coupe
Soon as I ordered it they put it right on the boat
These bitches hungry, try tryin' take me to court
They tryin' to blackball me, I said I went to the pros
They tryin' to blackball me, I keep a gang of them hoes
I'm tryin to f＊ck, tell these hoes by the end of this month
And rock my roll, rock em more, I feel f＊ck nigga wine,
I heard a nigga ball down, I'm tryin to tear me up,
I heard they try to .. there to pick me up,
But I'm like damn my nigga what I did to you
And I'm like damn my nigga, what you want me to do,
Want me to .. your p＊＊sy ass, shawty knock you off,
Want me to .. my hobby kicking the door,
Yes .. six a nigga have at the ball
And no .. they going on they're gonna pass em the ..
I heard them pull me to the south, told to tell me the truth
She say she f＊ck the .. I say she'll f＊cking and you
Say what you're getting money, that shit bring the ..
Just cop that family coop, I list the criminal letter
I crib a couple ackers, she fin that Gucci nigga,
They tryin' to cop me up, bitch I'm back like I'm supposed to
nigga
They tryin to blackball me, don't wanna see me win
And after f＊cking heat like there he go again,
They say I'm underrated, I'm just misunderstood,
They can't compare to me, I wish, I wish you would,
I'm screaming f＊ck the world and everything in it
I hope to be it's case, 'cause they can't find a witness,
Who wanna test my G, and f＊ck this industry
I strap G for all of you matches, for all those sleeping on me,
All these chains that I'm wearing is not ordinary
My watches and my rank is not ordinary
Shawty what's the '
It's time to black ball
F＊ck boys hate to see me winning
It's time to black ball
Kept shit 100 from the beginning
It's time to black ball
They wanna see me lose everything I got
It's time to black ball
Y'all keep hating, I'm right here on time.
6.No Motive
Lyricist：K. Khaled, D. Carter, N. Warwar, R. Pasco
Writer(s)：K. Khaled, D. Carter, N. Warwar, R. Pasco
2,2,3,4,3,2,3,4,4,2,3,4
I'm a lover not a fighter, I can't find my lighter, my house is
four stories,
I tell'em I don't write em', and my living room is white, my
lies are much whiter,
my darkest secrets are bright I need a sun visor, I say '187',
make your bitch run my errands,
I'm at the bar with a Dracula ordering bloody Mary's, I got a
house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement,
I see hell out the window, man this view is amazing and if I go
back to jail,
Persian rugs in my cell, got the world in my hands it got all
under my nails
In a room full of stairs (stares), give em something to see
I be so fucking faded, Who washed the colors with bleach？
Now they biting my style, hope it get stuck in yo teeth
I been had the green light, so don't jump in the street
The World's under my feet, I'm just kissing the sky
Tune, what is that smell？ That's the shit on my mind...eh
1 million, 2 millions, 3, 4
Breaking up the kush, sticky fingers-onics
I'm throwing up gang signs you can see I'm in my vomit
And I'm cool right na' but please dont change the climate
Cause I'm sleeping with the enemy in bulletproof pajamas
I got issues bigger than you, bitches taller than me
Ratchet and Bougie, I like R'n'B
Unapologetic I'm sorry for not being sorry
You niggas old news prehistoric
I need benadryl for my trigger finga, bad bitches for my home
boys
The grass is greener on the other side, I'm focused on my own
yard
Ain't got enough, need more dough, we twisting blunts like
torsos
I'm rich as fuck but more so, a poor soul
Oh well, If snow fell like hoes fell in love I be a snow man
My bitch a die for me, she a soldier, GI Joe-Ann
take chances when I know I ain't got no chance, roll em
I left that crab table with a chip on my shoulder
We ain't got no motive, we just killin' yall for nothing and my
bitch got cotton mouth,
you know them snakes cannot be trusted, and I bet y'all niggas
don't say shit,
because I'm feeling lucky and I still pray everynight that
Aliens abduct me, Tunechi
7.I'm Still
Lyricist：K. Khaled, C. Brown, O. Akintimehin, C. Thomaz, Antoine
McColister, K. Cossom, A. Norris, B. Korn
Writer(s)：K. Khaled, C. Brown, O. Akintimehin, C. Thomaz, Antoine
McColister, K. Cossom, A. Norris, B. Korn
Money long, the night is young
The world is on
I know a lot of niggas in here prolly hate me right now
I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that
That ain't gon' change a thing
Still gon' do my thing
I'm still ya ya
Still gon' go and get mine
Still gon' keep on winnin
Still gon' keep it one hunnit everytime
I'm still eating when them niggas throw shots
I'm still still gon' end up on top
(Pussy ass niggas stop hating)
Ralph uh, niggas be women like hoes be women
Look at me close, there is no sympathy
If only I hate them, like Tony Montana except no Monola
These dudes these snakes these women is vultures
Who am I to trust, who gon' ride for me
Who's gon' light somebody up when I be like yup, they squeeze,
comfortably
And the world so ill when the boy get funny over money or a girl
Let it marinate, let me correlate, let them niggas hate
We never ever let a women tell a nigga wait
Most of these niggas ain't bothering most of these niggas they
starving
Talking cars and, what the fuck
They don't even got em
So high don't see no problems
Bitch I'm on them trees like Tarzan
Aw man, I want all my cheese like Robin
Shrimp or calamari I'm a young nigga with options
And you close but you ain't close enough
In the VIP call me the poster child from posting up
Top floor suite we going up
D.A.F. I'm dope as fuck
Woo, hundred bottles comin' that mean a hundred bottles gettin'
opened up
Rolex face all frozen expect ya'll to hate you ain't supposed to
love it
She backing up, like a Tonka truck
Fuck boy, I kept it real, came up
Wake up, feeling blessed, pockets full, no stress
At the shop, we the best
Cutting checks, eating good
I'm still gon' shine bright in that limelight
Ok now it's no more Mr. nice guy
If you niggas couldn't see me in the day time
Girl you got a better chance getting a day job
Your career wouldn't blow away the napalm
Silly motherfucka, who knows how to win the game on the buzzer
I'm the type to make a whole lot of money
Buy a whole new crib cus I'm bored as a motherfucka
And it's still fuck hater
Still gon' ball like Kobe from the Lakers
Still we the best, and it's still hood nation
8.I Wanna Be With You Explicit Version
Lyricist：K. Khaled, N. Wilburn, O. Maraj, W. Roberts, Anthony Lee
Norris
Writer(s)：K. Khaled, N. Wilburn, O. Mara, ／W. Roberts, Anthony Lee
Norris
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be where the commas will be
But I need a hood nigga with the law man degree
Get that limited edition Audemar it could be
In a pivoted position, gotta pardon the fee
'Cause he bought a couple bags and he sent a couple whips
And he took a couple trips and he's still up in the mix
And he's never with no other chick, fronting like he's slick
'Cause it's levels to this shit and she could never be Nick
Niggas be falling in love with this pussy
Mean stew chicken and bake 'em a couple of cookies
Dick on veteran, ain't fucking with rookies
Shot a High School video and now we wanna play hooky
Baddest bitch, I'm the catalyst
Ain't never been done, bitch I added this
I ain't got to shoot, I got mad assists
'Bout to put a couple pieces on the mannequin
Got a big billboard out in Madison
At the Trump and you bitches at the Radisson
Got the .22 on me and it's thin
Shoot movies, Jennifer Aniston
You decide you be mine, you can come inside
You the type that can make me prioritize
Hittin' my phone, it's alright
Hittin' my phone, it's alright
You reply, what's your sign, you a Gemini？
You deny that you're shy, maybe we should slide？
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, baby
Ballin' on you too easy, splurgin' on you too easy
Buyin' purses too easy, payin' bills too easy
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
Ballin' on you too easy, splurgin' on you too easy
Buyin' cars too easy, poppin' bottles too easy
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
Everything you do is brand new
Make that bad bitch my shorty
Hit the club, throw forty
My hat big like ugh
My chain drip like water
Car paint like tar
I'mma sex her harder
Bitch let go my hand, gave you the keys as soon as I bought it
Vroom, vroom, oh yeah
Big bank, I'm too real
My money right in them boys you with be dead broke, two years
Checked it, look here
You ain't know, big deal
On site, act right
I shop hard, pack light
That hoe chick gets you no play, all I talk is cocaine
White tee and these rope chains
Blow the roof back, Kurt Cobain
Phantom cost like four dollar
Flo' seats, hoes holla
Underground with this pimp shit
So smoke one for Port Arthur
Ballin' on you too easy, splurgin' on you too easy
Buyin' purses too easy, payin' bills too easy
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
Ballin' on you too easy, splurgin' on you too easy
Buyin' cars too easy, poppin' bottles too easy
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
Everything you do is brand new
Suffering from success
You witnessing greatness
I'm the best that ever did it
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
9.No New Friends SFTB Remix
Lyricist：K. Khaled, A. Graham, W. Roberts, D. Carter, M. Samuels, N.
Shebib
Writer(s)：K. Khaled, A. Graham, W. Roberts, D. Carter, M. Samuels, N.
Shebib
10.Give It All To Me
Lyricist：D. Brooks, O. Maraj, J. Arison, K. Khaled
Writer(s)：D. Brooks, O. Maraj, J. Arison, K. Khaled
11.Hells Kitchen
Lyricist：J. Cole, K. Khaled, A. Hamad, C. Finch
Writer(s)：J. Cole, K. Khaled, A. Hamad, C. Finch
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with these square
rappers
My guest room's got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress
No time for furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Should of thought and occured to you
My next album flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible, Porsches
Born Sinner, not burning no crosses
Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double digits
I gotta do somethin'
Fightin' depression I'm trying my nigga
But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my nigga
Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets
I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's deep
I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce back
They love to hear black nigga count stacks, count stacks
Forty thousand in my pocket you see it
Another twenty on the way you see it
I got a fish for a dollar you see it
Five hundred for the Js you see it
I get money out the ass you see it
I thought I'd never see the day you see it
They put a price on my head you see it
But they don't ever have to pay you see it
I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed
Cause heaven seems a million miles away
I dreamed of all the things that I would say
On that day
But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day
Yeah
Omission's usually, an admission to guilt
Hari Kari yourself, all the way to the hilt
You get nothin', no love
Zip, zero, zilch
We don't mention you lames, man I be pleadin' the fifth
There's a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss
Kiss of death, let's put the rest all to tedious bits
Fucks sake you niggas emanate a feminines traits
Bitch nigga when could never relate
Nah, cause man you niggas is birds
You learn that at bird school, or somethin'
You eaten that bird food, or somethin'
You sick with that bird flu, or somethin'
That's my word, cause every where I turn
When folks I known for years, that couldn't pronounce my name
And asking me for pics, there's something bout this game
It's somethin' for the bitches, it's somethin' for the bitches
12.Never Surrender
Lyricist：K. Khaled, B. Jordan, J. Phillips, R. Williams, A. Thiam, J.
Stephens, A. Hamilton, K. Cossom, N. Warwar
Writer(s)：K. Khaled, B. Jordan, J. Phillips, R. Williams, A. Thiam, J.
Stephens, A. Hamilton, K. Cossom, N. Warwar
Keep your circle tight
Trust no one, nobody
Gotta be careful who you trusting
Be aware of your surrounding when you hustling
Them niggas smiling at you ain't your friends, dawg
All the real ones are dead or in the pen y'all
You fuck with dude, he your day one
Almost had it all then the day comes
When they walking through your house with the strap out
Pointing at your head, got the bread then you black out
Bright lights down the hallways
Left his best friend for dead for the small wage
They say that every doors got a day coming
It's like he seen a ghost but he ain't say nothing
Eyes wide shut like you looking at me
Window pain to the soul say nigga's happy
But the pictures ain't say them words and we dry stomach
The homie didn't keep it one hundred
The cops doing roundups, say they got a suspect
Finally got a name now, I'm still thinkin fuck that
For money, niggas murder what they close to
Smoke you, was it worth what the life was？
Just prepared for the payback because it strikes cuz
Was it worth what that life was？
Prepare for the payback when it strikes cuz
When you need it the most ain't no one ever around
Cold world, cold world
The pain's unbearable, remains unwearable
He fuck around jump of a building if you dare him to
The greats they done already killed him, who you compare him to
Figure out what he said will take a year or two
Family over everything, skills over politics
He don't need the accolades as long as you acknowledge it
Just playing the hand you was dealt, no aces
Betrayal is worse than death in most cases
The world is filled with hypocrites, this so racist
Multiple shots to the face, No chasers
Mad cause you blew up quick and you excited
Your man that you grew up with get you indicted
This was your nigga, yo
For him you let the trigger go
Found out at the trial they got audio and video
Shit don't always happen how you plan it
Get jammed up and really find out who your fam is
You could feel the picture, you don't need to see the canvas
That nigga Jay'll a Hawk you, he don't even play for Kansas
You know when it's someone you love the hurt's pure
You front tryna hold it in, it hurts more
He was right there back-to-back with me, my first war
Even had a crack spot together, the first floor
That was 'prolly a year before I went on my first tour
Friendship was worth more than a couple of ounces
He was 'sposed to be with me arguing with the bouncers
Instead you ended up somewhere far in the mountains
Talking 'about what we was doing, what we was counting
None but old pictures of old sixes
Old BM's with the kids, old snitches
Two sides, both wishes
Karma is the sister of life, they both bitches
See there's a story in my life
There's a story in my pain
There's a story in my tears
There's a story in me
Yeah, for life
Lord forgive me for my sins, I was chasin' ends
And I'm into makin' money, I ain't in to making friends
Cause these niggas rattin', I ain't finna take a chance
Homie said he 'bout that action they grabbin' me take the stand
Say loyalty make a man, got a homie and he told
I don't even shake his hand, I don't even crack a smile
Knew him since a child, man this game so foul
But niggas made vows to a code I never break
Ridin' in the heavy weight
Thirty-six O's in the bird, call it feather weight
Never on time, when I show up I be ready late
Niggas got fat while we starved they already ate
And I'm trying to get full, masks on clips full
If he got the money we attack him like a pitbull
We sellin' soft, we sellin' hard like it's a brick store
On my dick, nigga, thought that's what your bitch for
My pain ain't never been told
All the success that I'm suffering from
Came from this knowledge I sold
My family fucks with me
And fought the enemy that stood in my way
That's why I don't trust nobody
And I doubt you'll ever see that day
'Fore I surrender to you, surrender to you
Surrender to you, surrender to you
Which I will never do
Cause when you need it the most ain't no one ever around
(nobody's around)
Cold world, cold world (yes it is)
And the ones that you keep close will take you down (only take
you down)
Cold world, a cold cold world
'Fore I surrender to you, surrender to you
Surrender to you, surrender to you
Which I will never do
See there's a story in my life (Surrender)
There's a story in my pain (Surrender)
There's a story in my tears (Surrender)
There's a story in me (I won't Surrender)
13.Murcielago(Doors Go Up)
Lyricist：K. Khaled, B. Williams, W. Roberts
Writer(s)：K. Khaled, B. Williams, W. Roberts
Birdman, what up？
Last time I've seen nigga, you birds get money
Fuck being niggas
And you know what I said
I said, fuck 'em!
DJ Khaled
Hook：
Uh, murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up
Bo, when the money guiding all the hoes turn out
And I pray to God only my soul burn up!
Porsche and a nigga, I was wrong with it
Hot core, but my soul warm in it
Clock 48, I go to war with it
Steady, ain't Judah, with a foreign, with a switch
And I go to tour with it
If I see a' I'm gonna go and get it
Yeah nigga, for the love of that paper
I got hoes sipping, nigga, six in the morning with it
I'd die for this queen, die for my dreams
As I stay and I fight on the side of the ring
With my back to the road
Hit her.. as they scream
But I come out on time like Mohamed Ali, uh!
These hoes feel so good
Now love, nigga, get money now!
Same bitches loving me I was damn broke
Can't hear' I'm funny now!
Brand new Rolls Royce in the summer now
Big boy need cars when they come around
And they wanna put it all on my show
Head out for it and I summon down!
Hook：
Murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up
Bo, when the money guiding all the hoes turn out
And I pray God, he won't let my soul burn up!
Murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up
And when the money guiding all the hoes turn out
And I pray God, he won't let my soul burn up!
Eight million dollars on a brand new land
Suicide like they always don't jam
Mount on top, nigga, high as the fame
Filthy rich, nigg, doing my thing!
Pop off, we had to pop that spot
Jewels flying, nigga, we're so hot
Yachts, condos, living their life
I'll do it again and I'll pay that twice!
Hook：
Murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up
Bo, when the money guiding all the hoes turn out
And I pray God, he won't let my soul burn up!
Murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up
And when the money guiding all the hoes turn out
And I pray God, he won't let my soul burn up!
14.Black Ghost
Lyricist：T. Winfree, B. Yewah
Writer(s)：T. Winfree, B. Yewah
15.Take That Off
Lyricist：T. Winfree, J. Felton
Writer(s)：T. Winfree, J. Felton
16.Weed ＆ Hennessy
Lyricist：D. Brooks, A.Gordon, J McClure, D Hayle
Writer(s)：D. Brooks, A.Gordon, J McClure, D Hayle
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