Playful, cheeky, female vocalled pop/hip hop with synthy trap beats.歌词
Wake up in the morning Money coming for me Other chicks is boring Money coming for me Pedal to the floor and Money coming for me Money falling on me Money and more money Money and more money (falling from the sky) 2xWake up in the morning Other chicks is boring Pedal to the floor and Money on my mindHey Ty Dollar If you see him Tell him I said holla Cuz the dollar sign is my… I’m twerk, twerk, twerking all these Franklins, I’m a scholar I’ve been working for it I’ve been grinding for it No one else done done it I got it cuz I want it I am the queen and the champion like Like Freddy Mercury… Forever I want it and I ain’t giving it up I work my hands to the bone and now I’m living it up I’m going dumb in the club My friends, we don’t give a hug We work to hard to get her The type to even it up No We in the sky with grills Gold in the teeth We do it for the thrills Sexy and we trill We never let you buss Unless you are a boss With a BE and MERTell Drizzy beep me 911 No emergency, Girls just Wanna have fun I’m swimming in a pool with 50/50’s and a sun He can get it with me and we can get it filthy I hustle like the King out the jungle So if you wanna tussle, come hard or pull a muscle This everything I wanted in my dreams That G Wag Benz, That French pair seen Hair down my back Booty up high I bench and I cut They wanna tell me why They misunderstood I said I do or I die In these streets when the lights come alive in the night like We in the sky with grills Gold in the teeth We do it for the thrills Sexy and we trill We never let you buss Unless you are a boss With a BE and MER
Synth string stabs and trap beats. Slightly haunting, ominous feel. ...Synth string stabs and trap beats. Slightly haunting, ominous feel. Male vocal dealing with the complex double-edged sword of chasing money, corrupt systems and institution within America. 歌词
All about that dough All about that dough Million dollar dreams turn to fiends at the liquor store get it how u live how we love that's just how it go 2xIts real, as a non fiction flick, sittin still is hard to do when that Ritalin is now apart of u misdiagnosis, they told me I had ODD in third grade, that’s a trap for me its sad sick these games they play the school to prison pipelines is realer than ever cant be a statistic so I gotta stay clever but when u see me all. I see is preconceived notions Black man got emotions its just illegal to show it SoEverybody wanna blame the thugs but don’t wanna blame the CIA for all the drugs they flooded the hood with. Heroin and that crack they call us extreme every time we fight back I’m breaking through ya glass ceiling and that’s for real long as all. Of my people feel it? I don’t need a deal u can keep ya Grammy red carpet and awards accolades ain’t even what we out here fighting forAll about that dough All about that dough Million dollar dreams turn to fiends at the liquor store get it how u live how we love that's just how it go 2x
Reflective male vocal and old school west coast vibe. 'Intelligent' ...Reflective male vocal and old school west coast vibe. 'Intelligent' lyrics dealing with life's problems. 歌词
Truth be told this rap game is mundane as public education, where they dumb the babies,
and the teachers play around, with the future of a god forsaken nation I know, don’t nobody wanna hear about that, they rather I close a book and take it back to the trap I know I’m playin with danger, got me feelin like baby Jesus in the manger so I make bangers to get them devils up off me kill em slow, mastered my craft this life fell like I done lived it before so how i end up at the liquor store again playin with temptation and it always win in the end then i end up thinking about the women i players and shoulda did better its a cold world when karma come around, now I’m mobbing the streets in this weather with a thin sweaterHow you feel about it/ how you feel about her Gotta let her know 2xI promise I’m in tune, ya’ll the ones trippin I drop jewel for the goons and the ones living addicted to that silver spoon out there in the suburbs where the grass is always green, not the lawn the herb the ones who realize silence is consent and honest bout the politics within the land of the free been thuggin how u think they at the top and every pastor got himself a BenzWhere the passion where the struggle where yo story at where to hustle where yo grind where yo money at? did u pay dues or did ya let ya self get used for propaganda to guarantee u don’t lose so many questions, not enough time to answer is it really a choice tween broke and buying a phantom not for the kids in the ghetto down the street from the kids learning cello wondering where what they eat tonight too many syrup sandwiches ya’ll think and why they aint thinking right.
Rousing, stirring vocal hip hop with strings. Lyrical are about ...Rousing, stirring vocal hip hop with strings. Lyrical are about overcoming adversity with a sports theme
歌词
1st inning, 1st round 1st quarter, 1stt down The game oflife, who on the mound You running fast but you out of bounds Most of ya’ll go hard but you do not go hard as me I don’t have to say much because my statics speak Suicides and gashes and line drills til I pass out Call a pick-and-roll and then I ran another route I’m in a whole other place in life I’m in the league, Hall of faming right I put in work, train hard on my own A real king, I’m coming for the throne Every second, every hour, every minute Every inch, every yard, every repetition Practice makes perfect I’m putting inrepetitions Work hard then my opposition Listen
Hook I go hard I go hard All the blood, sweat and tears Every scar
I go hard Every shoot, every yard Every flag, every foul Even if it ain’t called Don’t choke Yo backs against the ropes Stand your ground, You can make it out Put on a show
4th quarter, 4th down 9th inning, 12th round Match point, overtime I work hard Over grind All I’m saying I’m a beast and I got out the cage Triple double, I go deep and then I do the wave I give a hundred and twenty percent when I play I don’t need no substitution I drink Gatorade I’m in a whole other place in life I’m in the league, Hall of faming right I put in work, train hard on my own A real king, I’m coming for the throne Every workout Every sprint Every practice Professional in this league, I’m not acting For this sport I will bleed I am the captain If he not going hard, Imma lap him
Hook I go hard I go hard All the blood, sweat and tears Every scar
I go hard Every shoot, every yard Every flag, every foul Even if it ain’t called Don’t choke Yo backs against the ropes Stand your ground, You can make it out Put on a show
