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Future – No Wallet

[Hook]
I got the cash in my pocket right now and it’s folded up, ain’t got no wallet
I order Ace of Spades cause when I pour up I drink out the bottle
Cash on delivery, keepin’ a pole on me if it’s a problem
Bitch, don’t spit on me, if you gone hit on me you gotta swallow

[Verse 1]
You already know the niggas that roll with me ain’t nothing but robbers
You already seeing this ice that I got on, it’s looking like water
‘Cause already knowing this Audemar cost me like two quarters
Already knowing we jumpin on the plane, we gettin’ the charter
You already knowin’ I gotta get paid, so send my deposit
I seen the smoke, it was rising
Burn down the house, I was vibing
Come through the hood, I was sliding
A nigga be dead if he try me
Got a beautiful chick sitting beside me
I came from the creek, it was violent
Police in the street tryna find me
You put me on charts and I climb ’em
I was ducking them narcs, I was grinding
Now I jump ‘cross the stage like I’m flying
I go harder and harder with timing
I’m just filling the void, I can’t hide it
I’m just taking the poison and I know it
I got way too much money to show it

[Hook]
I got the cash in my pocket right now and it’s folded up, ain’t got no wallet
I order Ace of Spades cause when I pour up I drink out the bottle
Cash on delivery, keepin’ a pole on me if it’s a problem
Bitch, don’t spit on me, if you gon’ hit on me you gotta swallow

[Verse 2]
Bitch if I hit on you you gotta worship me like I’m your father
My bitch know every time we go out shopping I spend over a quarter
Big pole, sippin’ and whippin’ the gold, you know how I’m vibing
Sitting low, high in the back, when I pull up the Maybach be gliding
You see how I came with that Dolce, I pulled up on low, my diamonds gon’ cloudy
This big gasoline when I roll up
Them V12 machine when I roll up
Pineapple pink when I roll up
Just try not to faint when I roll up
Step in the paint like I ‘post up
Hopped off the train and I growed up
I was catchin’ the MARTA and growed up
When I pull out garage, the door’s up
I pull out a four door and chauffeur
The Lambo a topic [?]
Stop all the faking and posers
I’m the only one slangin’ that raw dust
Your homies playin’ with that raw ‘tuss
We spend our own money, it’s all us

[Hook]
I got the cash in my pocket right now and it’s folded up, ain’t got no wallet
I order Ace of Spades cause when I pour up I drink out the bottle
Cash on delivery, keepin’ a pole on me if it’s a problem
Bitch, don’t spit on me, if you gon hit on me you gotta swallow
I got the cash in my pocket right now and it’s folded up, ain’t got no wallet
I order Ace of Spades cause when I pour up I drink out the bottle
Cash on delivery, keepin’ a pole on me if it’s a problem
Bitch, don’t spit on me, if you gon hit on me you gotta swallow

[Post-Hook]
Police in the street tryna find me
You put me on charts and I climb ’em
I was ducking them narcs, I was grindin’
Now I jump ‘cross the stage like I’m flying
I go harder and harder with timing
I’m just filling the void, I can’t hide it
I’m just taking the poison and I know it
I got way too much money to show it

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21 Savage – Famous Lyrics

21 SAVAGE
Famous Lyrics

Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom
Hood rats, now a nigga f**kin’ on models
Ridin’ in the foreign, remember ridin’ on MARTA
Grind got harder and my mind got smarter
I was gettin’ bags for the cheap
When I ain’t had money, I was robbin’, nigga
I was gettin’ bags for the free
21 Gang, they were right beside me
And they still with me, nigga, I’m on TV
Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, f**k ’em
I can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I’m too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I’m too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover
Niggas tryna clone a nigga’s shit, damn, woah
Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo
Niggas want a handout, shit, mine broke
I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit
Can’t change on my game, niggas still here
Kinda hard to change my ways ’cause the shit real
Niggas rappin’ ’bout shit they ain’t even lived
Niggas lyin’, I can hear it in their ad-libs
I’m poppin’ Percocets, bitch, not Advil
It’s kinda f**ked up what they did to Black, damn
If I catch him in the trap, I’ma whack him
I catch that boy in traffic, nigga, I’ma whack him
Nigga, try to keep up with this fashion
Makin’ sure my kids happy
They dependent on their daddy
Tryin’ not to let the streets distract me
I know it’s bumps in the road like acne
Had to sell dope, I couldn’t be an athlete
I’m a solid young nigga, you can ask C
The internet ain’t gon’ help you understand me

I’m a street nigga, yeah I’m famous
I’m a rapper, nigga, and I’m gangbangin’
Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin’?
Everybody get it with your nigga flamin’
All these chains on a nigga like I’m stranglin’
Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain’t bangin’
In the hood everyday, I’m hangin’

And I come through when the gang need
And I wear shades so they can’t see
And I pay them lawyers and the bond fees
Nigga one thousand, I’m beyond G
I put my main bitch inside Givenchy
Niggas still askin’, "Can you front me?"
My old ho sayin’, "Boy you growed up"
Promethazine, it got a nigga slowed up
Too solid, pussy niggas can’t disclose us
Went and seen Eliante, and he froze us
I’m too street to walk around with my nose up
Especially to the niggas knew me ‘fore I blowed up
Savage Mode drop, now my price’ll go up
Streets cold, nigga, they ain’t showin’ no love
Niggas get in front of judge and they fold up
Face shot, hit that boy with the whole dub

I’m a street nigga, yeah I’m famous
I’m a rapper, nigga, and I’m gangbangin’
Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin’?
Everybody get it with your nigga flamin’
All these chains on a nigga like I’m stranglin’
Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain’t bangin’
In the hood everyday, I’m hangin’

Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, f**k ’em
I can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I’m too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I’m too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover

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21 Savage – Famous (Issa Album)

[Verse 1]
Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom
Hood rats, now a nigga fuckin’ on models
Ridin’ in the foreign, remember ridin’ on MARTA
Grind got harder and my mind got smarter
I was gettin’ bags for the cheap
When I ain’t had money, I was robbin’, nigga
I was gettin’ bags for the free
21 Gang, they were right beside me
And they still with me, nigga, I’m on TV
Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck ’em
I can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I’m too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I’m too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover
Niggas tryna clone a nigga’s shit, damn, woah
Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo
Niggas want a handout, shit, mine broke
I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit
Can’t change on my game, niggas still here
Kinda hard to change my ways ’cause the shit real
Niggas rappin’ ’bout shit they ain’t even lived
Niggas lyin’, I can hear it in their ad-libs
I’m poppin’ Percocets, bitch, not Advil
It’s kinda fucked up what they did to Black, damn
If I catch him in the trap, I’ma whack him
I catch that boy in traffic, nigga, I’ma whack him
Nigga, try to keep up with this fashion
Makin’ sure my kids happy
They dependent on their daddy
Tryin’ not to let the streets distract me
I know it’s bumps in the road like acne
Had to sell dope, I couldn’t be an athlete
I’m a solid young nigga, you can ask C
The internet ain’t gon’ help you understand me

[Chorus]
I’m a street nigga, yeah I’m famous
I’m a rapper, nigga, and I’m gangbangin’
Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin’?
Everybody get it with your nigga flamin’
All these chains on a nigga like I’m stranglin’
Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain’t bangin’
In the hood everyday, I’m hangin’

[Verse 2]
And I come through when the gang need
And I wear shades so they can’t see
And I pay them lawyers and the bond fees
Nigga one thousand, I’m beyond G
I put my main bitch inside Givenchy
Niggas still askin’, "Can you front me?"
My old ho sayin’, "Boy you growed up"
Promethazine, it got a nigga slowed up
Too solid, pussy niggas can’t disclose us
Went and seen Eliante, and he froze us
I’m too street to walk around with my nose up
Especially to the niggas knew me ‘fore I blowed up
Savage Mode drop, now my price’ll go up
Streets cold, nigga, they ain’t showin’ no love
Niggas get in front of judge and they fold up
Face shot, hit that boy with the whole dub

[Chorus]
I’m a street nigga, yeah I’m famous
I’m a rapper, nigga, and I’m gangbangin’
Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin’?
Everybody get it with your nigga flamin’
All these chains on a nigga like I’m stranglin’
Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain’t bangin’
In the hood everyday, I’m hangin’

[Outro]
Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck ’em
I can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I’m too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I’m too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover

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Trouble – Brick (feat. Skippa Da Flippa)

Ain’t nobody studyin these lil pissy ass lil hoes man
Dat bitch know what the fuck going on.. I swear
(Chorus)
Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Bitch talking shit, Big Boy get hit, come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea
God damnit That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Thirty-Six Thirty-Six Thirty-Six this bitch thick
Brick on my wrist, I talk shit, suck my dick hoe
Bitch ain’t shit change in the bricks with the jits hoe
Licks, after Licks, after Licks, after Licks Go
I told the bitch I don’t know what to tell her
That shit you talking bout don’t add up to a bezel
I get this shit brackin I’m poppin cheddar
When nothing in flow put that bitch together
She went nothing in flow put that bitch together
If I don’t like the weather, I change the weather
Get a nigga knocked off if just cost a feather
Brick on my wrist nigga know I’m better Skoob

(Chorus)
Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Bitch talking shit Big Boy get hit Come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea

AP cost a brick, chain cost a brick, Skoob drink a fifth
Flip gone drop another six, a hunnid thousand for the ice
Reach for my jewelry you might lose your life
Diamonds hittin, I make movies like Spike
Bust down wedding ring, but I have no wife
Bricks on me, brick fair, blocks on me but no Telfair
Ice on me look like Kenmore
Stack, pray, stay away from squares
I to go harder to get some new water
Bro you look like a glacier from Antarctica
Bitch I’m the shit because my bag comes in larger
Box Chevy Flippa never ridin da MARTA

(Chorus)

Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Bitch talking shit, Big Boy get hit, come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea
Damnit That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

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Famous Dex – Maybach (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
AP got her skating
Run to the money, we racing
She a freak, swallow children
New foreign cost a building
Don’t trap where you stay, man they come in your building
Bad bitch look a million
She wanna suck on my children
All of this money I’m feeling
Dug in the pussy and make her feel it
Fuck nigga thought I wouldn’t make a milly
Goyard come from K
Foreign bitches in the Wraith
Hold on, she wanna party with Dexter
Sucking dick, I just met her
You run up on me, you get way up
Diamonds my neck, you think I got hiccups, yeah

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
Sipping that syrup, pull up her skirt
Put this money in her purse
This bitch she get on my nerves
Balmains so tight I’ma Jerk
Rich Forever goin’ rich way
They copy the wave, I’m sensei
I just might pull out that Bentley
You got your Rollie off eBay
Finessing your bitch, have a threeway
Hop in that Lamb, have a speed race
Yeah, Rich Forever on the map
Run up on me, blow your back
Molly water
Come to the trap, take your order
I was just broke and rode the MARTA
I pull up Rari but no Charger

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

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FUTURE – POA lyrics

Oh yeah, Super Super
Astronaut, yeah

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

I’m ‘bout to fuck up some mula, but you don’t owe me no check
I don’t care if you my daddy, bitch I’ma cut off your neck
We rockin’ VV and Ss, I swear it’ll get a lil’ crowded
My chain, they fight for attention, my neck’ll get a lil’ rowdy
I’m doin’ my thizzle my nizzle
I work me a price down the middle
I keep me a bag of those Skittles
Tryna get you a radical feelin’
Automatic, it came with no ceiling
All this trappin’ it got you offended
Hit a 3-6-0 in a minute
Then I punch on the gas a lil’ harder
I be whippin’ the Lamb like a Charger
Get that money in the bag like a robber
When I whip it up, whip it up harder
To the young nigga rockin’ the Starter
I was sittin’ in the back of the MARTA
Now I sit in the back of a foreign
Soon as I took out the ‘Rari
I got the clutch in the carbon

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

Why you be lookin’ so foul
I put the hundreds in piles
We ‘bout to roll up some Franklins
We ‘bout to roll up some loud
You better stay in your lane
I’m swervin’ all over the map
I got a Panamanian
With her pretty face all in my lap
I let her go to Sak’s Fifth Avenue
Run up some laps
Sometimes I go to Chanel
And I sit in the bitch like it’s a trap
Rolex store’s my bando
Boy George Bush with the ammo
I spent an M on indo
Put it on an 18-wheeler
Trappin’ and rappin’, finessin’
I go beyond for the scrilla
Freezin’ that ice out your chest
You lookin’ just like a dealer
Add it all up on an iPad
Talk to the plug on a car phone
Went to Miami and re’d up
Rovers, push it

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

I’m ’bout to water whip it
So I could fuck up a bag
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Mazzi
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Jag
I done made 21 million
I got a zillion stacks
I done made 21 million
I had to run up a sack
I’m ‘bout to twerk dem numbers
‘Bout to go get me a hundred
I done went gram from gram
I done been workin’ a hundred
I made a fair amount
Stunted and doubled my digits
Just know that Pluto is hungry
Like when I worked a midget
I am original gang member
I’m not a New Edition
They ain’t gonna never be able to see me
I’m ‘bout to make them admit it
Everywhere I go is Fiji
Everywhere shine for the city
Everywhere I go is foreign
Wake up, take out the ceiling

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

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Future – Poa (Future Album)

[Intro]
Oh yeah, Super Super
Astronaut, yeah

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Verse 1]
I’m ‘bout to fuck up some mula, but you don’t owe me no check
I don’t care if you my daddy, bitch I’ma cut off your neck
We rockin’ VV and Ss, I swear it’ll get a lil’ crowded
My chain, they fight for attention, my neck’ll get a lil’ rowdy
I’m doin’ my thizzle my nizzle
I work me a price down the middle
I keep me a bag of those Skittles
Tryna get you a radical feelin’
Automatic, it came with no ceiling
All this trappin’ it got you offended
Hit a 3-6-0 in a minute
Then I punch on the gas a lil’ harder
I be whippin’ the Lamb like a Charger
Get that money in the bag like a robber
When I whip it up, whip it up harder
To the young nigga rockin’ the Starter
I was sittin’ in the back of the MARTA
Now I sit in the back of a foreign
Soon as I took out the ‘Rari
I got the clutch in the carbon

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Verse 2]
Why you be lookin’ so foul
I put the hundreds in piles
We ‘bout to roll up some Franklins
We ‘bout to roll up some loud
You better stay in your lane
I’m swervin’ all over the map
I got a Panamanian
With her pretty face all in my lap
I let her go to Sak’s Fifth Avenue
Run up some laps
Sometimes I go to Chanel
And I sit in the bitch like it’s a trap
Rolex store’s my bando
Boy George Bush with the ammo
I spent an M on indo
Put it on an 18-wheeler
Trappin’ and rappin’, finessin’
I go beyond for the scrilla
Freezin’ that ice out your chest
You lookin’ just like a dealer
Add it all up on an iPad
Talk to the plug on a car phone
Went to Miami and re’d up
Rovers, push it

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Verse 3]
I’m ’bout to water whip it
So I could fuck up a bag
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Mazzi
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Jag
I done made 21 million
I got a zillion stacks
I done made 21 million
I had to run up a sack
I’m ‘bout to twerk dem numbers
‘Bout to go get me a hundred
I done went gram from gram
I done been workin’ a hundred
I made a fair amount
Stunted and doubled my digits
Just know that Pluto is hungry
Like when I worked a midget
I am original gang member
I’m not a New Edition
They ain’t gonna never be able to see me
I’m ‘bout to make them admit it
Everywhere I go is Fiji
Everywhere shine for the city
Everywhere I go is foreign
Wake up, take out the ceiling

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym