Yeah Glo! lyrics - GloRilla
Glorilla
On the gang, gang
On the gang, gang
Yeah, run up on big Glo, you won't, I bet yo' ass be on the floor
Big carbon hit like Mayweather, Tula come through and bow a hoe
Got millions out that rap shit, they hate a bitch but they stole the flow
Got backend after backend comin', fuck 'em I stole the show
Don't run up on that bitch, she a headcase, all she do is shoot
I signed my deal up on a PJ and hopped out a parachute
I'm geeked, don't ask me 'bout no more features, I might just stare at you
I'm geeked, don't ask me 'bout no more features, I might embarrass you
Yeah Glo! Stomp a lil' pussy ho with some shell toes
Yeah Glo! Slappin' rap bitches and makin' bail, ho
Yeah Glo! Two tone Cartier match the nails, ho
Yeah Glo! No competition, these bitches stale, ho
Yeah Glo! Cuban on Cuban, my shit is glass, ho
Yeah Glo! Say they get money, but I can't tell, ho
Yeah Glo! Keep runnin' circles around these snail hoes
Yeah Glo! And my shit bumpin' up in the jail, ho
On the gang
Big Glo, where you been at? Man, everywhere I'm workin' hard
Maybach and G wagon trucks, got M&M's in my garage
Quick to crank up on a ho, you bitches better not get me started
Locked in with the gangstas and players, my folks gon' keep it solid
Everything I got on new, it look like I got renovated
Aye
I'm cocky, bitch, when I was just humble they didn't appreciate it
Fuck 'em
Young wealthy and ratchet, I'm the hood bitches' motivation
On top of the world now, they tried to underestimate me
Haha
Get 'em Glo! Them bitches fraudulent, you know you the truth
Get 'em Glo! Stop overthinkin', these hoes can't fuck with you
Period
Get 'em Glo! Standin' on business in these Chanel shoes
Before I let a ho play with me, I'll go eat some jail food, on gang
Yeah Glo! Stomp a lil' pussy ho with some shell toes
Yeah Glo! Slappin' rap bitches and makin' bail, ho
Yeah Glo! Two tone Cartier match the nails, ho
Yeah Glo! No competition, these bitches stale, ho
Yeah Glo! Cuban on Cuban, my shit is glass, ho
Yeah Glo! Say they get money, but I can't tell, ho
Yeah Glo! Keep runnin' circles around these snail hoes
Yeah Glo! And my shit bumpin' up in the jail, ho
Yeah, Glo
Yeah, Glo
All Dere lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Moneybagg Yo)
Make that ass clap, make it snap, talk to me now
Make that ass smack when I slap, talk to me now
Make that ass clap, make it snap
Make-make-make-make that ass clap, make it snap, talk to me now
Bitch, it's all there, woo, woo, woo, woo, ass everywhere, hey, hey, hey, hey
Shawty thick as hell, bow, bow, bow, bow, shit, I might as well
Glo, Glo, Glo, it's all there
Woo, woo, woo, woo, nigga, it's all there
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's all there
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bitch, it's all there
Ass like the sun, make it clap or some'
She deserve some hundreds, not no motherfucking ones
Ring on her tongue, she like having fun
That ain't no BBL, baby, where you get that from?
Is it from ya moms? Is it from ya aunt?
Is it from them squats? You got peaches, not no plums
Booty going dumb, make it clap some more
I want all the bad bitches twerking on the floor
Bitch, it's all there, woo, woo, woo, woo, ass everywhere, hey, hey, hey, hey
Shawty thick as hell, bow, bow, bow, bow, shit, I might as well
Glo, Glo, Glo, it's all there
Woo, woo, woo, woo, nigga, it's all there
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's all there
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bitch, it's all there
Throw it back till my legs lock, that's the best part
Eat it first, that's a head start, catchin' every drop
How she wobblin', wigglin' on me got my junt hard
It look so good, she had to tell me that's a BBL job (Damn)
Uh, uh, uh, throwing dick in this bitch (Plenty)
Got potential, need a boost, I'm finna trick on this bitch, spend some lil' shit here
Long hair, it's all there and that booty meat tatted (Bow)
Bitches that act right get a Patek and latest of fashion
You is the baddest, booty the fattest
Uh, shake that ass, ho, uh, bounce that ass, go
You is the baddest, booty the fattest
Uh, uh, shake that ass, ho, uh, bounce that ass, go
Yeah, booty loose, but the pussy tight (Pussy tight)
Ho, don't be ashamed, show that cellulite (Show that shit, ho)
He say he gotta bitch, I said, "Not tonight" (Not tonight)
Fuck yo' baby, mama, nigga, I know how to fight (Fuck you mean?)
My nigga apologized, but he still cheating (Fuck that nigga)
'Bout to pop on that ho and make him feel me (Watch this, ho)
Face cute, titties perked and I'm real tatted (Fine as hell)
Tell Zeus Network I'm the real baddie (On the gang)
Bitch, it's all there, woo, woo, woo, woo, ass everywhere, hey, hey, hey, hey
Shawty thick as hell, bow, bow, bow, bow, shit, I might as well
Glo, Glo, Glo, it's all there
Woo, woo, woo, woo, nigga, it's all there
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's all there
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bitch, it's all there
Make that ass clap, make it snap, talk to me now
Make that ass smack when I slap, talk to me now
Make that ass clap, make it snap
Make-make-make-make that ass clap, make it snap, talk to me now
Nun Of Dem lyrics - GloRilla
GloRilla
Man, none of them shit
None of they ass shit, on some
Yeah
(This shit goin' 1neWay, the beat go the dumb way)
Yeah
Your nigga, her nigga, my nigga, dub nigga (All 'em)
They nigga, our nigga, don't forget the side niggas (Yup)
Rich niggas, thug niggas, Crip niggas, Blood niggas
That's why I don't love niggas, none of them shit (On the gang)
Java nigga, Keshia nigga, Maya nigga, Neshia nigga
KeKe nigga, Meshia nigga, none of them shit (Nope)
Jayla nigga, Asia nigga, Taylor nigga, Kayla nigga
Better not try to save these niggas, none of them shit (No)
Your nigga, her nigga, my nigga, dub nigga
They nigga, our nigga, don't forget the side niggas (Don't forget the side niggas)
Rich niggas, thug niggas, Crip niggas, Blood niggas
That's why I don't love niggas, none of them shit (Ain't shit)
Karri nigga, Terica nigga, Brittany nigga, Erica nigga (Woo)
Nicky nigga, Vicky nigga, none of them shit (Damn)
Tammy nigga, Bri nigga, Karma nigga, Treat nigga
Wannabe-ass P niggas, none of them shit (Lame ass)
(Uh-uh)
Love these niggas, man, I better not (No)
Turnt him to a hothead, burnt his head and made his hair hot (Woo)
She tryna go to war about that dick, he gave me headshots (You mad?)
He gon' top me off the rip, I got that nigga in a headlock (Goddamn)
(Uh-uh)
I don't think these bitches heard me (Nope)
Man, that boy for everybody, that nigga ain't no virgin (Duh)
(Uh-uh)
I don't think these bitches heard me (Nope)
Man, that boy for everybody, that nigga ain't no virgin (Stupid bitch)
Your nigga, her nigga, my nigga, dub nigga
They nigga, our nigga, don't forget the side niggas (Don't forget the side niggas)
Rich niggas, thug niggas, Crip niggas, Blood niggas
That's why I don't love niggas, none of them shit (Ain't shit)
Karri nigga, Terica nigga, Brittany nigga, Erica nigga (Woo)
Nicky nigga, Vicky nigga, none of them shit (Damn)
Tammy nigga, Bri nigga, Karma nigga, Treat nigga
Wannabe-ass P niggas, none of them shit (Lame-ass)
You get a nigga
You get a nigga
You get a nigga
You, you, you, it's niggas for everybody, bitch
All us, these niggas for all us, man
All of us, bitch, we can't do shit but send 'em, whore
Look, I need every ho to stop comin' to me as a woman (What the fuck?)
Period, stop comin', stop comin' to me as a fuckin' woman 'bout these niggas
All these niggas for all us
That shit dead, that shit lame as hell (They for all us)
On God, these niggas for all us
Everybody niggas, they everybody niggas
Mine, yours, hers (Everybody?), everybody (Just like that?)
For all us
Stop playin'
Uh-uh, hahahahaha
Yup, yup, yup, yup
No Bih lyrics - GloRilla
Everything workin', I been in the gym
I can splurge today, then pop out with an M
Fuck it, carpe diem, I make 'em motivated
Grammy nominated, fuck whoever hatin'
'Cause ain't no bitch in me, nigga, ain't no bitch in me, nigga
Ain't no bitch in me, nigga, ain't no bitch in me, nigga
I see bitch in you niggas, I see bitch in you niggas
I see bitch in you niggas, I see bitch in you niggas
Ain't no bitch in me, nigga, I keep strips on me, nigga
Wafi went in on my diamonds, this ain't Tiffany, nigga
All this money gettin' spent 'cause it ain't shit to me, nigga
Keep yo two cents to yoself, ho, that ain't making me richer
Bitches hate on me for free, but that's the cost of being beautiful
I can't beef with you broke bitches, I can pay for your funeral
Got some niggas in the field that shoot from Memphis to Tunica
So don't hop up in this smoke if it ain't got shit to do with ya', on the gang
Everything workin', I been in the gym
I can splurge today, then pop out with an M
Fuck it, carpe diem, I make 'em motivated
Grammy nominated, fuck whoever hatin'
'Cause ain't no bitch in me, nigga, ain't no bitch in me, nigga
Ain't no bitch in me, nigga, ain't no bitch in me, nigga
I see bitch in you niggas, I see bitch in you niggas
I see bitch in you niggas, I see bitch in you niggas
Just like the 40-Year-Old Virgin, I ain't never been pussy
And on the internet the only time you bitches be bullies
Might give these niggas to these hoes, but they don't never get tooken
Might gangster walk me a ho down and make that bitch get to jookin'
I might just stomp her ass (Stomp that ho)
Pull up and slump her ass (Slump that ho)
These bitches round me ain't gon' watch, we might just jump her ass
We might just jump that ho
I might just stomp her ass (Stomp that ho)
Pull up and slump her ass (Slump that ho)
These bitches round me ain't gon' watch, we might just jump her ass
We might just jump that ho
Everything workin', I been in the gym
I can splurge today, then pop out with an M
Fuck it, carpe diem, I make 'em motivated
Grammy nominated, fuck whoever hatin'
'Cause ain't no bitch in me, nigga, ain't no bitch in me, nigga
Ain't no bitch in me, nigga, ain't no bitch in me, nigga
I see bitch in you niggas, I see bitch in you niggas
I see bitch in you niggas, I see bitch in you niggas
Wanna Be lyrics - GloRilla & Megan Thee Stallion
He in love wit Glo never got da cookie but got my name tatted
Killer where?
Don't know who he killed, I heard dat mane ratted
Never full, when it's time to eat I be his main platter
NYC
New York Fashion Week
Tommy Hill jacket
Tell these hoes to stay dangerous 'cause they don't wan none of they niggas safe (Nah)
My nigga say he faithful, I still got a few hoes just in case (Got too)
I can't lie I use to simp so hard but them my old ways
It's three-hunnid-sixty-fix days in a year, couldn't play with me on none of them days
Fucking ass freaky nigga
Don't even wear no condoms
Don't know how to treat a lady
I oughta smack yo' momma
Pussy wet, good ass neck
So I talk how I wanna
Save a nigga who bitch, do I look like fucking Superwoman?
On the gang
He don't wanna be saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
'Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted
Channing Tatum
He don't wanna be kept, don't keep him
He don't want the baby, then bitch, don't keep it
Hoe
I don't get left, I'm a leaver
Hoes love me like Justin Beiber
I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T
Same hoes hating used to want to be besties
You can get your wig turned like Effie
I don't need an insurance 'cause is bitch can't wreck me
Ready
Ooh and I'm coming like Freddy
I'm Mother
And you know my trick is yo daddy
Clock that tea
Bitch, catch it
You look like a discount me on Etsy
I'm the female titan, I'm stepping on bitches, I'm showing my titties, I tore up the city
A P-I-M-P
I be hoeing these niggas
He run back to me 'cause you boring a nigga
Fuck is a layover?
I ain't waiting
I get the bag then I change destinations
These niggas be crazy
I don't blame 'em
I'm a dog too, I don't wanna change him
He don't wanna he saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
'Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted
Channing Tatum
I don't wanna be saved, don't save me
You for everybody, nigga, don't claim me
Hate a nigga tryna tell me what to do
You ain't my daddy, I am not your baby
He don't wanna be saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
'Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted
Channing Tatum
He don't wanna be kept, don't keep him
He don't want the baby, then bitch, don't keep it
Hoe
I don't get left, I'm a leaver
Hoes love me like Justin Beiber
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Go Meg
Get 'em Glo
Get 'em Glo
Get 'em Glo
Get 'em Glo
Get 'em Glo
Get 'em Glo
Get em Glo
Get em Glo
Fuck you mean? Y'all know what the fuck going on
On the gang-gang
On the gang-gang
Opp Shit lyrics - GloRilla
Fucking with this opp nigga (Opp nigga)
My cousin smoked his brother
Locked in with a nigga that (That what?)
Ain't got no business fucking
Ducking off in 'BnBs (Why?)
We can't be seen in public
Fucking with this opp nigga (What the fuck?)
And I think I love him
Fucking with this opp nigga (Opp nigga)
My cousin smoked his brother
Locked in with a nigga that (That what?)
Ain't got no business fucking
Ducking off in 'BnBs (Why?)
We can't be seen in public
Fucking with this opp nigga (What the fuck?)
And I think I love him
Riding with this opp nigga (Opp nigga)
Knowing if cuh nem see this car, I might get popped with ya
I know all yo' spots and loads, but I won't drop nigga (I won't do that)
He give me racks and send me roses, my lil' hot nigga
But he a opp nigga
Meet up only on his side of town when we fuck around
Quick link up, he flew me outta town just to buss me down (Ice)
Yeah, I put it on him for that Rolly, this shit on the ground
Don't hit my line, just send me a text they not around
See him out in clubs, I shoot birds and go the other way
When cuh nem go and spin, I just pray that they don't hit my bae
Text his phone like, "Bae, I know you sliding, but stay out the way" (Nah, for real)
Told him to stay dangerous, niggas slimey, they don't play it safe (On the gang)
Fucking with this opp nigga (Opp nigga)
My cousin smoked his brother
Locked in with a nigga that (That what?)
Ain't got no business fucking
Ducking off in 'BnBs (Why?)
We can't be seen in public
Fucking with this opp nigga (What the fuck?)
And I think I love him
Fucking with this opp nigga (Opp nigga)
My cousin smoked his brother
Locked in with a nigga that (That what?)
Ain't got no business fucking
Ducking off in 'BnBs (Why?)
We can't be seen in public
Fucking with this opp nigga (What the fuck?)
And I think I love him
Aite lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Kevo Muney)
(Give me a beat, Jay)
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm (Yeah)
Mm-hmm
(Aus in the spot)
Yeah
I got money for my wants and needs but (My wants and my needs)
On this road, shit get lonely, yeah (Shit get lonely, yeah)
Am I surrounded by the right folsk?
And nah I ain't aight but everything gon' be aight though
But it feels like the walls cavin' in (Walls cavin' in)
And my heart hurtin' so I'm playin' pretend (Playin' pretend)
That shit hurt my soul, got me walkin' on a tight rope (Tight rope, woo, woo)
Nah, I ain't aight (On the gang, gang) but everything gon' be aight though
That independent shit be cool but you be needin' people
Can't judge a book just by the cover, I be readin' people
Not the type to clear up rumors, just believe them people
And my existence killin' bitches, yeah, I breathe illegal
In love a crazy place to be, I don't be tryin' to go there
And doin' right by a nigga ain't never got me nowhere (Facts)
I walked past the mirror, fucked around and seen a G.O.A.T (That's me)
They said they had my back, I turned around and seen a ghost (The fuck?)
Damn near start beefin' with your day ones if you tell them, "No" (On God)
What about the times that I said, "Yeah", you lil' ungrateful ho
Damn (Crazy)
And that just goes to show
If shit ain't genuine, the fuck is you around me for? (For real)
Kicked down the door and then got in the game like, "Pardon me"
Looked up to the sky, the only star I saw was me
They wish they held me down, now they can't get a hold of me
Ain't tryna come off as too cocky but that's how it's 'posed to be, on gang
I got money for my wants and needs but (My wants and my needs)
On this road, shit get lonely, yeah (Shit get lonely, yeah)
Am I surrounded by the right folsk?
And nah I ain't aight but everything gon' be aight though
But it feels like the walls cavin' in (Walls cavin' in)
And my heart hurtin' so I'm playin' pretend (Playin' pretend)
That shit hurt my soul, got me walkin' on a tight rope (Tight rope)
Nah, I ain't aight but everything gon' be aight though (Woo)
I looked in the mirror and seen my only competition (Haha)
Indeed couldn't even get a ho to fill in my position (Nah for real)
Got no regrets but I can't lie, I got a couple wishes
For one, I wish I never met you, maggot ass niggas
It be so painful askin' folks for shit, it hurt my pride
And I be fightin' some tough ass battles but still be outside
Learned to forgive people even if they don't apologize
And it might come off as weak but I just wanted peace of mind
Industry niggas wanna fuck, that's it, they ain't on shit (Shit)
Only let two of 'em hit, both of 'em had a bitch
Damn, niggas really ain't shit (On God)
But they be lookin' so in love on all them IG pics (Woo)
No cap, I was a black sheep, thank the Lord, He was my shepperd
She tried to do it like me, gave the ho an "E" for effort (She tried)
I just pray one day the bad bitches would come together
'Cause Cardi and Nicki on a track would break some fuckin' records
Me and JT ain't the best of friends but we ain't beefin'
Know bitches always havin' ana that they keep a secret (For real)
Forever clappin' for the next bitch, I ain't competin' (Never)
Pop your shit, bitch (Pop it)
Turn up on them people (Cold)
They treat this shit like competition, I see it as art
Shit'll be platinum in the hood but it won't see the charts
I'm in a love hate relationship with my damn heart
So I go with my mind right now, I gotta play it smart
Don't follow trends and I don't do the shit everybody do (Facts)
Know I'm the shit, I'm the bitch they compare everybody to
Nah, for real, I take this shit as a compliment, like I feel like I'm that bitch for sure
Like they feelin' my campaign, you feel me?
I got money for my wants and needs but (My wants and my needs)
On this road, shit get lonely, yeah (Shit get lonely, yeah)
Am I surrounded by the right folsk?
And nah I ain't aight but everything gon' be aight though
But it feels like the walls cavin' in (Walls cavin' in)
And my heart hurtin' so I'm playin' pretend (Playin' pretend)
That shit hurt my soul, got me walkin' on a tight rope (A tight rope)
Nah, I ain't aight but everything gon' be aight though
Bad Bih 4 Ya lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Boston Richey)
Shawty something bad and she red like
My favorite color
Gangsta ass bitch something ratchet
She come from da the
Shawty ain't a lame eye on game get it
From her brothers
She thick from the front natural junt got
It from her mother
That's a bad bitch for ya
Red bitch with long hair
That's a bad bitch for ya
White teeth French too nails
That's a bad bitch for ya
Only listen when you paying the bills
That's a bad bitch for ya
Glorilla
Middle fingers to my haters all you
Bitches jealous (fuck y'all)
Been knew I was that bitch I didn't need
A man to tell me (the fuck)
Crop tops in the winter showing off
My flat ass belly (umm)
Gotta watch my back though all
These fuck niggas wanna get me pregnant (on
God)
I'm so damn fine I don't mean to brag or
Nothing (I'm just saying)
Mane fuck to be honest I don't brag or
Nothing (I'm just saying)
Nah fuck dat to be honest I don't brag
Enough (pop yo shit)
I like to flirt cause I be bored and this
Shit fun af (Nah fr)
He texted and said he falling for me I
Replied dats tuff (uughhh)
I be where the money at let them tell it
I be hiding
Real bitches move in silence like the s
Island of island
Fresher than a salad I be dressing like a
Thousand island
Wherever bitches think they be in I be
On that times a thousand
Shawty something bad and she red like
My favorite color
Gangsta ass bitch something ratchet
She come from da the
Shawty ain't a lame eye on game get it
From her brothers
She thick from the front natural junt got
It from her mother
That's a bad bitch for ya
Red bitch with long hair
That's a bad bitch for ya
White teeth French too nails
That's a bad bitch for ya
Only listen when you paying the bills
That's a bad bitch for ya
Said I'll never fuck no rapper bitch
Now I'm feeling I don't know
I'll fuck like a slave master
Country *****
I'm straight from talleyho
Seven hundred fifty cash money what I
Had when I walked in the door
Ain't trying to lead you on but I'm trying
To tell ya Boston Richie go them goals
Post up like a totem pole
Bruh stop playing I don't know them
Hoes
Pay ya rent talking pay ya car note bill
And buy some clothes
Boston Richie done ran up seven Ms
And still gone trap some Os
Flood that bitch with these brand new
Hundreds I'll teach a **** how to trap a
Hoe
I can smell that bullshit through the wind
But I got a trapper nose
Spend that money I make it do what it
Do I bet them smackers know
Trying to play it cool on some rapper
Shit but I'm trying play it close
I just text Dank said if Glo want me
Imma get an AP two tone
Shawty something bad and she red like
My favorite color
Gangsta ass bitch something ratchet
She come from da the
Shawty ain't a lame eye on game get it
From her brothers
She thick from the front natural junt got
It from her mother
Finesse Da Glo lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Finesse 2x)
[Intro:]
2' of em
D.A. got that dope
[Finesse2x:]
I don't do the friends (Don't call me your friend)
I don't do the buddies (I am not your buddy)
Don't need you to cook don't need you to clean
Pull up we fucking (pull up and get out of here, gone)
I pour a fo' in a peach Arizona
I hit her raw and got caught in the moment (oops)
I got her saying she love me
Bitch how you love me and don't even know me? (yeah)
Bought her some Maison Margiela and now I can fuck her whenever (whenever I want her)
Speed up on the addy
Slow it down on the Tesla (this a percocet 30)
I'm looking through the Bulgari, sorry, but I can tell you 'flaugin (you cap)
Like free Black Haven, free Big Larry (they fed), they really was mobbin' (mobbin')
Fuck a vouch (fuck that)
Break them fifties out
Fuck a house
Hit my man (boom)
All you see is shells jumping out (jumping out)
We the Klan (carry nation)
I don't fuck with niggas, KKK (KKK)
If it wasn't for choppers, man, I probably wouldn't be here today
[GloRilla:]
Get your hoe
And tell her to pipe down with her lil ugly ass
Let's go stack for stack
Not body for body with your little "fuckin" ass
I ain't bothering nobody
If they throwing shots, you know that I'm busting back (baow, baow, baow)
He thinking he doing something, 'til I turn around and just get to fucking back
I know you watching
Like some pictures since you lurking (Ayeee)
Raw as hell, gotta come see it person (come here)
It's that Leo in me
I don't want you, I'm just flirting
Bitch we get shit done
We not post it but we working (on gang)
[Finesse2x:]
Ok, your bitch want me (Don't it?)
You caught her liking all my pics and you was sick wasn't it? (huh)
Why you keep blowing up my phone?
You want some dick don't it? (I know it)
The way she made her pussy squirt I thought she pissed on me
Goddamn, yo pussy wet
Ok I lost the hoe (what happened?)
But knocked two mo' hoes the same day (two times)
Favoritism? (Ou)
I treat all hoes the same way (the same way)
Say I'm a trick? (Never)
Hoe a lie ain't shit to tell (tell)
You been selling pussy 10 years and you still broke as hell (that's crazy)
[GloRilla:]
The whole clique want me
But tell the store runners move over I want the big homie (get at me)
This pussy tight he like the way that lil junk grip on it (this pressure)
Aye, this the shit that make you wanna leave yo bitch, don't it? (I know it) (Oo-wee she gon' be sick)
Confidence through the roof (on God)
They say I'm cocky I just know I'm fine
Can't go for nun, they ass gon' have me fucked up every time
Say I'm a ho? (say what?)
Nigga just mad cause he ain't fucked yet
Been in my DMs seven years and still ain't had no luck yet
On the gang
High AF lyrics - GloRilla
On the gang, gang
I be high as fuck
I be high as fuck
On the gang, gang
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
My nigga on that drank, I'm on Taylor port
Taylor port
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
Fucking with them drugs, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
Bitch
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
Hoe
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
Motherfucker
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
On the gang
Smoking za, I like da taste, I don't smoke no vape (Nah)
Soon as I land in LA, Aaron get me straight (Traditional)
One time I got so goddamn high I thought that I was laced (What the hell?)
I'm talking bout so damn high I woke up high the next day (Damn)
I'm rolling out the bo, remember copping 8s (Copping 8s)
You ain't got no weed to match, I'll smoke dis in yo face (Straight to the face)
Drunk as fuck
Mixing Taylor port with with Ace of Spades (I'm on that)
Ain't chasing niggas
Liquor only thing I chase
The fuck? (Let's go)
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
My nigga on that drank, I'm on Taylor port
Taylor port
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
Fucking with them drugs, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
Bitch
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
Hoe
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
Motherfucker
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
I'm high, I'm drunk
And now I wanna fuck (On God)
Feeling like a slut, I'm 'bout to turn my nigga up (Let's go)
He on his level too, he 'bout to tear my lil ass up (Yes)
Done popped that fucking Perc he taking taking too damn long to nut (Goddamn)
Weed (Za)
Trees (Ah)
Blowing through these leaves
I just got the munchies did the dash to Dixie Queen (Skrrt, skrrt)
This shit breaking down with ease, you ain't gone see a seed (Uh, uh)
Said that I quit smoke like Snoop and they dumb ass believed
Ha, ha
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
My nigga on that drank, I'm on Taylor port
Taylor port
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
Fucking with them drugs, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
Bitch
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
Hoe
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
High as fuck
Motherfucker
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck
On the gang
High as fuck
High as fuck
GMFU (Pt. 2) lyrics - GloRilla
Bad lil' bitch, I'm from the south
If you let me, I'ma show you how a Memphis ho get down
Facts, aye, on the gang gang
GloRilla, woo, uh
First off, let me introduce myself, bitch, I'm her
I'm here to tell you bitches now that y'all got me fucked up
Bitches got me fucked up
Man, I swear to fucking God
I put this on my momma, you hoes got me fucked up
He got me fucked up, she got me fucked up
You, they, them, whole world got me fucked up
Whole world got me fucked up
I swear they got me fucked up
I put this on the gang, bitches got me fucked up
Tired people playing with me
Why y'all think this shit a game?
I let y'all do this shit too long, and I'm the only one to blame
Young turnt fly bitch took off on 'em like a plane
Feeling like Birdman, put respect up on my name
I'm the one that's on they head, why they think they got the crown?
Why you post that fine ass nigga? Know I probably take him down
Square ass bitches talking shit, mad that they can't come around
Ho, why the fuck Twitter and Instagram yo' only damn accounts?
Huh? Ho
Bad lil' bitch, I'm from the south
If you let me, I'ma show you how a Memphis ho get down
Facts, yeah
Forever keeping this shit P
In my eyes, bitch, I'm the one and I'm the only one I see
First off, let me introduce myself, bitch, I'm her
I'm here to tell you bitches now that y'all got me fucked up
Bitches got me fucked up
Man, I swear to fucking God
I put this on my momma, you hoes got me fucked up
He got me fucked up, she got me fucked up
You, they, them, whole world got me fucked up
Whole world got me fucked up
I swear they got me fucked up
I put this on the gang, bitches got me fucked up
Tired of people playing with me
Bitches got me fucked up
Tired of people playing with me
Man, I swear to fucking God
Tired of people playing with me
Bitches got me fucked up
Tired of people playing with me
Whole world got me fucked up
On the gang gang
I don't know but right today I got the exact answer, what, you know what, what I do at the end
What I do know is this, we come out on top
I do know we come out on top, I do know that we not one of them
One of the stories off
You know, what they had and could've been and
You know what I'm sayin', and how they fumbled the ball
This absolutely not this
On the gang, gang
In Dat Mode lyrics - GloRilla
(Go Grizzly)
It's big Glo
The biggest Glo
And don't shit get bigger than that, bitch
You feel me?
R-r-ridin' in a fast car, smokin', thinkin' 'bout my life
You helped me out when I coudn't help myself, I love you more than life
Count me out, they must ain't good at math 'cause they ain't countin' right
You shitted on me at my lowest, you know I still owe you, right?
Ain't nothin' in this world free
And playin' with me might cost your life
I'm really eatin' these bitches up, all the fuck they do is bite
Got some ratchet hoes, don't play about me, all they do is fight
My lil' nigga ain't no killer, he a hustler, all he shoot is dice
My bills paid, my sauce right, ain't nan nigga have to pay for this (Stamp that)
Hustled myself to the top, can't nobody say they gave me shit (Facts)
At times I wanna give up, have to remember that I prayed for this (On God)
Lookin' back on all the shit I been through, I was made for this, on gang
Uh, yeah
I'm in that mode
(And you bitches couldn't see me on no day, not even your birthday)
I'm in that mode
(I'm still hustlin' every day like I ain't havin' this shit)
I'm in that mode
(I came from the struggle for real, I refuse to go back)
I'm in that motherfuckin' mode
Remember sittin' in the nosebleeds, nobody was on top of me
Now I'm courtside, Ja Morant can pass the ball to me (Let me get that)
I'm at the bank more than the house, I'm on my way there now ('Bout to pull up)
If you ain't hit since I been rich, that shit don't even count (Ha)
If my people say it's fuck you, I look at you like my enemy
So any ho that kick shit with my opp is not a friend of me
I'll cut anybody off, I don't care if you kin to me
I ain't kissin' no ass, it's fuck you, we matchin' energy
And when it come to niggas, I just know my role and play my part
Ain't never puttin' my all in nothin' 'cause I'ma tweak out 'bout my heart
Yup, tweak out 'bout my feelings
Uh, tweak out on these niggas
Ayy, that's why I'm heartless now
Yup, hard on all you niggas, on God
Uh, yeah
I'm in that mode
(It's payback for all that time I was laid back, they gotta feel me)
I'm in that mode
(And anybody gettin' in the way gettin' stepped on, stamp that)
I'm in that mode
(I'm feelin' like baby right now, I can't be fucke with)
I'm in that motherfuckin' mode
Got a crib in a few cities but I'm Memphis to the heart
Slide the G-Wagon, Lamb or the 'Vette, all my shit push to start (Skrrt, skrrt)
In the streets like a yellow line, in the hood like a motor
I'm too cold to be unthawed and too raw to get fucked over (The fuck?)
Give my heart to who I'm bulletproof
Diamonds hit through the hoodie too (Ice)
My circle so small, we all could fit in one hula hoop (Nah, for real)
What bitch you know jumped off the porch bigger than Glo? I'll wait
If you can make out this shit, I applaud you, bitch, I don't hate (On gang)
Uh, yeah
I'm in that mode (I'm in that mode)
Woo, woo, ayy
I'm in that mode (I'm in that mode)
(On the gang, gang, gang)
I'm in that mode (I'm in that mode)
Ooh-wee
I'm in that motherfuckin' mode
GloRilla
Ayy, ayy
Uh
On the gang, gang
To be continued
Anyways, Life's Great… (2022)
- No More Love
- PHATNALL
- Tomorrow 2
- Unh Unh
- Blessed
- Get That Money
- Nut Quick
- F.N.F. (Let's Go)
- Out Loud Thinking
- Ex's (Phatnall Remix) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
- Nut Quick (Remix)
- Get That Money (Remix) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
- Don't Kno Remix (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
No More Love lyrics - GloRilla
Oh, I can't help us
GloRilla
I just need a little bit, Oregan love
Oregan love
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Sometimes I just sit back and just wonder, "What's my purpose here?" (I don't know)
I need an answer ASAP 'cause I'm gettin' a little nervous here (Woo)
If they can't see your worth, you gotta let 'em know they worthless here
And they can't see me boss the bottom bitches get no service here
Was tryna make them happy, I forgot about my own peace
He tried to let me hold the Glock, but bae, I got own piece
Ain't nobody gas me up, I always went off my speed
Nah, ain't nobody gas me up, I pulled up with my own weed
I believed in me back then when nobody supported me (Ayy)
They all on my dick, but months ago, they was ignoring me (Huh?)
Last year, I got pregnant, but the mission got aborted, B
How the hell you hatin' on me and you having way more than me?
The fuck?
Then, just like, with bitches, like, everybody can't go to the top with you
And it's like God see that shit
Like he just get to letting people reveal they true colors and, like, they real self
Like, then the crazy part about it is you really be fuckin' with folks, then
It be crazy, like, you be fucked up when they really have— You really have to say, "Bye," to they ass
We was solid as a rock, but 'bout that paper, had to cut some hoes
It was fuck the world with them, but now I'm just like, "Fuck them hoes" (Fuck 'em)
Catch one of them bitches now, no doubt I'll probably up that ho (Baow, baow)
And it really makes me mad because I really love them hoes
We ain't even fall out, we just don't talk, what the dissin' 'bout?
Now you hangin' with the hoes who we be talkin' shit about
Start fuckin' with that nigga, then you got up on that weird shit
But I ain't even say nothin' 'cause you'd probably say I'm weird, bitch
Always put on for my bitch, I used to wear my friend shirt
Swear to God, I feel it in my body when my friend hurt (Swear to God)
So many hoes done switched on me, I'm startin' to hate the friend word
Callin' me that shit is like the white folks sayin' the N word
On God
And it just be real shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Then last thing I'm talkin' 'bout is these motherfuckin' niggas
Like, I put them last 'cause I feel like that's the last reason
Like, you 'posed to be bullshitting or falling out
But, you know, sometimes, that shit happen
Like, that love shit crazy
Like, you just gotta take shit as lessons though
Everything be happenin' for a reason
Middle finger to my exes, choppin' off my ring finger
The last one told me he was different, but his ass the ringleader
Tried to get an older guy, but he ain't know a thing either (Dumbass)
Niggas used to sleep on me, but they wasn't in my dream either
Couldn't no nigga shoot they shot, I had you at the free throw
But nigga, you is foul as hell, your points is at a zero
And you need to got to church 'cause you don't practice what you preach, ho
I used to be your ride or die, but now I'm in the streets, ho
Yeah, he used to pipe me down and make me act a plum-ass
But go be with your friends 'cause you fit right in with they bum ass
They see you really fumbled, now they callin' you a dumbass
'Cause you just lost a million fuckin' dollars with your dumb ass
On the gang (Fuckin' dummy)
And that's just real shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I'm the voice for the females, you know what I'm sayin'?
The females that probably don't wanna speak up and say that shit on a track, like
I'ma say that shit though
Yeah
Young, wealthy, and ratchet shit only, you know what I'm sayin'?
Big Glo
Yeah, uh, uh
I don't want no love, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
PHATNALL lyrics - GloRilla
GloRilla
Man, people be mad, and people be hurt
Don't be listenin' to shit these folks say about me
They come and see what's up with me
As if, know what I'm sayin'?
Like, people be real-deal mad
My ex, and my old friend, like, them hoes mad
Like, they ain't got shit good to say about me
Like, know what I'm sayin'?
([?])
Hahaha
And turn me up when you do the ad-libs
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (They sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (Rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (They cut out)
If you don't see them with me now, then, you know where they at (The bottom)
Money talk, but, I don't answer, fuck collect calls (Fuck the system)
When I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh cry (Ooh-wee)
Then, I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (Fuck 'em)
Then, tell 'em throw they neck back for this pussy, boy, this Fentanyl (It's to die for)
Don't go off what that nigga told you, boo, that nigga hurt (He fucked up)
He 'posed to [?] me today, but, I don't even love him (Nigga miss me)
He tried to take a dime for granted, he ain't see my worth (Took a L)
Keep tryna see the good in him, but, he might do you worse (Bitch, run)
She might act up on a nigga who ain't actin' right (Why you do that?)
'Cause I'll be damned a nigga make me lose my appetite (Nah, fuck that)
And, all my exes dead to me, I hit they candlelight (Wee)
Drop a ho, and added ten new more, this shit some magic, right? (Yeah)
And, if I ever fall in love again, that nigga rob (He different)
And, I can tell if he a peon, let that nigga talk (Just listen)
Better not hold no ho for ransom, let that nigga go (Cut him loose)
You braggin' 'bout how you got four, but, what that nigga bought? (Stupid ass)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (They sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (Rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (They cut out)
If you don't see them with me now, then, you know where they at (The bottom)
Money talk, but, I don't answer, fuck collect calls (Fuck the system)
When I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh cry (Ooh-wee)
Then, I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (Fuck 'em)
Then, tell 'em throw they neck back for this pussy, boy, this Fentanyl (It's to die for)
Talkin' 'bout you don't eat no pussy, man, you niggas gay (Like dick)
Nigga dead don't eat no pussy, really get in the way (Move over)
Back in the day, I really felt sorry for anime
But, now I slap the shit out of a nigga if he don't eat the cake (Fuck out of here lil' bro)
He hit the gas, and I be wildin', I don't use no brakes (Damn)
But, he just threw that .30 back, now, I need the brakes (God damn)
He tryna prove a point to me because I made him wait (For real)
Thought that boy was finna slide 'bout it, but, shit was great (That's how you feel?)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout yo' BD, man, that nigga ate (Whoo)
She be sad, and he ain't shit to me, that nigga straight (He really cool)
I'm outside, she probably thinkin' I'm gon' take her place (I might)
And when she found out it was me, I wish I seen her face (On gang)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (They sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (Rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (They cut out)
If you don't see them with me now, then, you know where they at (The bottom)
Money talk, but, I don't answer, fuck collect calls (Fuck the system)
When I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh cry (Ooh-wee)
Then, I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (Fuck 'em)
Then, tell 'em throw they neck back for this pussy, boy, this Fentanyl (It's to die for)
Tomorrow 2 lyrics - GloRilla & Cardi B
[GloRilla:]
(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
They say they don't fuck with me (Cheese), but I say they can't fuck with me
Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up with me?
P-poppin' shit, you would think I went to school for chiropractin' (Poppin')
Lookin' good as hell today, just sent my nigga five attachments (Look at this)
Why did you confront me 'bout a nigga? Man, you bitches backwards (Stupid ass)
They come at me 'bout niggas who I don't even find attractive (Ugh)
I don't know that nigga, I just seened him on the town before
I can't be up her face, I took her nigga down before (Nah)
When I lose a nigga, I just pop out and go find some more (Easy)
Soon as I feel like my time get wasted, then it's time to go (Deuces)
They say they don't fuck with me, but I say they can't fuck with me (On gang)
Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up with me (Huh?)
Them bitches should've stayed down, they could've been up with me (Too bad)
But all they doin' is talkin' down, 'cause they can't get up with me (Lame ass)
My ex fuckin' on my old friend, both they ass some fuckin' clowns (Hahahaha)
Thinkin' that she got one up on me, she got my hand-me-downs (Lame ass ho)
He thought he wasn't gon' have to stand on shit, like he was handicap (Thought it was)
Make that nigga stand on that, now his ass can't stand me now
High as fuck, I'm lit, yuh, I don't smoke no swishers (Nope)
Slidin' with my gang and 'nem, look at them like sisters (That's gang)
These bitches be lettin' them go out sad about these niggas (Ugh)
I don't wanna hang with them, they don't handle business (They can't hang with us)
They be goin' for anything, but I can't go for none of that (None of that)
Why would I go chase you if I know you gon' come runnin' back?(Fuckin' dumb)
Cut everybody off, lately been feelin' like the lumberjack (Fuck 'em)
They really got me fucked up, and I wasn't goin' for none of that (None of that)
She the type, the nigga make her mad she go tweet somethin' (Ugh)
Me, I'm kinda ratchet still so I'm the type to beat somethin' (Beat 'em up)
I can't love you, baby, like your bitch do, so don't leave her (Keep that bih)
He gon' choose her every time 'cause it's cheaper to keep her (Hahaha)
Can't say your name up in my songs, might not fuck with you tomorrow (Nah)
Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a fuck tomorrow (That's just me)
Ain't fucked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (Duh)
Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows
[Cardi B:]
Ridin' with my twin and 'nem (Skrrt), and we all look good as fuck (Gang)
She say she my opp but I don't know her, had to look her up (Fuck is you?)
I know that I'm rich, but I can't help it, bitch, I'm hood as fuck (Woo)
I've been on these bitches neck so long, sometimes my foot get stuck (Ah)
I can't put you in my business (No), you might wish me dead tomorrow (Yeah)
Bitches be on dick today, sing every word of "Up" tomorrow (Go)
Bitch, I still got cases opened, keep your mouth shut tomorrow (Shh)
Play with me today then get some sleep, you know it's up tomorrow (Woo)
Fake bitch, that's why my friend fucked on your nigga (Ah-ha)
Both you bitches pussy, I think y'all should scissor (Ah-ah-ah)
She bought a chain, I bought the same one, even bigger (Bitch, it's bigger)
She throwin' shots, that's how I know I got her triggered (Ah)
I don't speak dog, ho (Woof), I don't care what no bitch say (No)
I stay on her mind, I got condos in that bitch head (Ah)
She say she don't fuck with me (Who?), who said that you can, ho? (Never)
That nigga a munch and he gon' eat me like a mango
Long ass weave, it be ticklin' my ass crack (Ah)
Wonder what I'll do tomorrow that these hoes will be mad at (Huh?)
All y'all bitches sweet, and I always get my lick, boo (Facts)
I, I fight for my bitches and I'm fightin' over dick too (That, that, Cardi)
[GloRilla:]
Can't say your name up in my songs, might not fuck with you tomorrow (Nah)
Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a fuck tomorrow
Ain't fucked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (Duh)
Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrow
Can't say your name up in my songs, might not fuck with you tomorrow (Nah)
Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a fuck tomorrow (That's just me)
Ain't fucked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (Duh)
Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows
Unh Unh lyrics - GloRilla
GloRilla
(AClef Vibes on the beat)
Woo, woo, uh
Like, unh, like unh
(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
Okay
They don't want to see no gangster bitches win
We're in the industry, fucked up, let these gangster bitches in
They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin', I'ma slide and spin again
Like, uh
Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again
Said he can't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again
Like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And, if he did, he got to stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (On gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh (On gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh
He want my number, had to hit him with the "Uh-uh," like uh
Shout out to Cali', I'm in Cali', I'm like, "Uh-uh" (Boom, baow, baow)
Coochie candy, when he eat it, he go dumb, dumb
Like, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Put some boots on, I snatch a nigga with no ass (No ass)
He tellin' me he love me, do them other bitches know that? (Huh?)
He say he love me, told him he can tell his ho that
And, I really just be vibin', I don't see why they be so mad (Mad ass)
They say they the game, but, I don't know 'em, then, I blast his ass (He's lyin')
Hotel in Miami, get backshots on the balcony (Baow, baow)
Black niggas like they bitches red like a lil' battery
Money making cutie, I'm a gangster nigga fantasy (On God)
They don't want to see no gangster bitches win
We're in the industry, fucked up, let these gangster bitches in
They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin', I'ma slide and spin again
Like, uh
Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again
Said he can't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again
Like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And, if he did, he got to stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (On gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh (On gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh
Ain't got no BBL, lil' bitch, you must be thick or somethin' (Lyin' ass)
Pussy fat as Hell, they thinkin' this a dick or somethin' (This a chop')
He ask me, "Rhyme it," he must think I'm his bitch or somethin' (Hold on)
Tryna put me on yo' friend, he must be rich or somethin'
I ain't in these bitches beef, I'm in my motherfuckin' prime
Told 'em, "Leave me out the way, no parts and I'm not takin' sides"
I wonder how my ex doing', wonder, is they still alive?
Probably somewhere in my DMs, constantly motherfucker tryin'
The neighbor talk, she a bad bitch, my ass get fuckin' quiet
A lot of hoes in toxic situations, they just keep it private (On God)
They don't want to see no gangster bitches win
We're in the industry, fucked up, let these gangster bitches in
They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin', I'ma slide and spin again
Like, uh
Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again
Said he can't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again
Like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And, if he did, he got to stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (On gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh (On gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh
Blessed lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Yo Gotti)
GloRilla
Woo, ayy
On the gang
On the, on the gang
He got ninety-nine problems and the biggest one is me (Yup)
He got all of these lil' bitches and the biggest one is me (Yup)
Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea
I don't be fucked up 'bout nothin' 'cause I be smokin' weed
It's cool to have a man, but that ain't somethin' I need
And sweetie, if you want lil' buddy back, you gotta tell me please (Tell me please)
Money long, check (Check), pussy good, check (Let's go)
Mama straight, check (Ayy), right now I'm feelin' blessed
Right now I'm on they ass and I don't plan on lettin' up (Fuck 'em)
We probably wouldn't be poppin' shit if nobody was mad at us (Ahh)
I'd rather give the people hope, it's pointless to be givin' fucks
Cuban 'round my neck, look like my opps when they be linkin' up ('Cause they pissy)
Ayy, I'm in Cali now, now I'm in NYC
On the way to MIA (Where you from?), but I'm from Tennessee
Livin' in the suburbs now, I still got ratchet tendencies (On the gang)
I'm juiced up, now they throwin' shots, I still be drinkin' Hennessy (Ooh-wee)
My yellow bumpin' ass, I'm feelin' like a speed bump (Ayy)
All these labels watchin', lookin' at me like I need help
My cousin in a toxic situation, need to free her
See me at the top, a ho can't pay me shit to meet up (On the gang)
Bills paid, check (Let's go), edges slayed? Check (Yeah)
Bitches hatin'? Yup (Hahaha), do it faze me? Uh-uh
Pussy clean? Yup, you shop on Shein? Yup
They makin' memes (Hahaha), on the gang
He got ninety-nine problems and the biggest one is me (Yup)
He got all of these lil' bitches and the biggest one is me (Yup)
Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea
I don't be fucked up 'bout nothin' 'cause I be smokin' weed
It's cool to have a man, but that ain't somethin' I need
And sweetie, if you want lil' buddy back, you gotta tell me please (Tell me please)
Money long, check (Check), pussy good, check (Let's go)
Mama straight, check (Ayy), right now I'm feelin' blessed
She got ninety-nine problems, I can solve every one
She got nine to ten niggas, I may rob every one
I'ma north nigga, rep them three numbers, 901
Man, I'm paranoid, I ain't goin' nowhere without a gun (I am)
When I tell a ho that blicky extendo stickin' out her purse (Purse)
And she know I fucked her friend, but we tryna make that shit work
And we both come from the bottom (Bottom), matchin' APs, rockin' Prada
I may let her count a couple million dollars
Get the pussy wet, man, you a gangster on the internet (Twitter)
Ninety-nine opps but where yo' shooters at? (What y'all shootin' at?)
I got ninety-nine soldiers and I can feed every one
All the guys that got a bond, I freed every one
I got five or six homes, I got ten or twelve cars
I ain't trickin' to no bitch 'fore I take care my niggas behind bars
She say I'm thinkin' with' my dick, I guess I'm thinkin' really hard (Hard)
'Cause I'Il give a bitch a check before I give a ho my heart (Yeah, on the gang)
He got ninety-nine problems and the biggest one is me (Yup)
He got all of these lil' bitches and the biggest one is me (Yup)
Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea
I don't be fucked up 'bout nothin' 'cause I be smokin' weed
It's cool to have a man, but that ain't somethin' I need
And sweetie, if you want lil' buddy back, you gotta tell me please (Tell me please)
Money long, check (Check), pussy good, check (Let's go)
Mama straight, check (Ayy), right now I'm feelin' blessed
Get That Money lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Niki Pooh)
[GloRilla:]
Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some money, ask that nigga for some money (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
He won't hesitate to ask you for no booty (Woah, woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Boo— Boo— Boo— Boo— Booty (Yeah)
Baby, get the motherfuckin' money (Oh, yeah)
Money, hundreds, we can't do no hunch (Uh-uh)
I ain't got to box, you know exactly how I'm comin' (Shit)
I ain't sellin' names, but, I ain't ridin' dick for nothin' (What?)
The way you should be gettin' fucked but askin' me for money (Huh?)
I ain't trickin', if you got it, baby
You know what I'm sayin' (Yeah)
Got to pay me for this combo', 'cause you know I got man
We ain't got to link, so, give me that
Copy, paste this tag (Give me that)
Talkin' bad, you need to see me first
Pussy boy, you playin' (Bull-shittin')
Fix yo' mouth to answer that (You better)
Matter of fact, break his ass (Yeah)
Talkin' 'bout he ain't eat the coochie, it ain't hard to make his ass (On God)
Who say work and play it out?
I know bitches gettin' the bag
But, if you got to make somethin' shake, girl, you better shake that ass
Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some money, ask that nigga for some money (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
He won't hesitate to ask you for no booty (Woah, woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Boo— Boo— Boo— Boo— Booty (Yeah)
Baby, get the motherfuckin' money (Oh, yeah)
[Niki Pooh:]
Me, H, to the motherfuckin' O, to the E
That's what these niggas call me, 'cause they know I wanna freak
How the Hell you mad because this pussy ain't for free? (What?)
If you can ask for ass, then, I can ask you for your cheese
Now, come on sister, sis', let's keep it real
How the Hell you scared to tell that nigga how you feel?
One day, he with another bitch, actin' all in love and shit
Prime example, reason why you always 'posed to break the trick
'Cause ain't no freebies, bae, and ain't no sense in tryin' (Nope)
And, if you broke and ain't got money, ain't no sense in lyin'
See, first thing first, we never have to waste no fuckin' time
'Cause, I'ma let you know it's strictly money on my mind
[GloRilla:]
Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some money, ask that nigga for some money (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
He won't hesitate to ask you for no booty (Woah, woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Boo— Boo— Boo— Boo— Booty (Yeah)
Baby, get the motherfuckin' money (Oh, yeah)
Girl, you better shake that ass
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Girl, you better shake that ass
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some motherfuckin' money
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Girl, you better shake that ass
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Girl, you better shake that ass
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some motherfuckin' money
Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some money, ask that nigga for some money (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
He won't hesitate to ask you for no booty (Woah, woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Booty— (Woah)
Boo— Boo— Boo— Boo— Booty (Yeah)
Baby, get the motherfuckin' money (Oh, yeah)
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