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Here is Chaos Lyrics by Big Sean & Hit-Boy

[Intro]
(Hit-Boy)
Yeah (Woah, woah)
Make you a million and make you a hunnid' more
Boy, for real, boy

[Chorus]
Starin' at fate
I'm in the lead and I'm breakin' away (Way)
She want me now but I'm makin' her wait (Wait)
I'm at the table, a thousand a plate
How you gon' tell me this isn't a date?
I'm down the street from the Denzel estate (Swerve)
Right 'round the corner from Babyface
Not my dawg Babyface Ray, I mean the Babyface

[Verse 1]
I don't give a fuck about playin' it safe
Surveillance the way that they runnin' my tapes
Got hoes in a craze likе the old B2K (Oh)
Chaos whenevеr I touch down, no brakes (Yeah)
Me and HB, it's an instant slap
An instant plaque, a system crash
I pitched it black and risked the max
And anything less, I can't live with that (Yeah)
Hunger for more and I still got the cravin'
What you know 'bout when the walls get to cavin'? (Huh?)
What you know 'bout stayin' silent and patient
And workin' out kinks before kinks work their way in?
Don't even believe what you say when you say it
More focused on makin' it than makin' statements (Statements)
Everybody 'round me elevated, yeah, I'm guessin' the vibe is contagious (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Starin' at fate
I'm in the lead and I'm breakin' away (Way)
If you not workin', you takin' up space
I'm at the table, a thousand a plate
How you gon' tell me this isn't a date? (Swerve)
I'm down the street from the Denzel estate (Swerve)
Right 'round the corner from Babyface
Not my dawg Babyface Ray, I mean— (I mean—, swerve)

[Refrain]
Hol' up, take this shit where I wanna go (Shit where I wanna go)
Make you a million and make you a hunnid more (Hunnid, I pray)
They prayin' I stop 'cause that's what they need the most (For real)
Big Cuban link 'round my neck, gold C-3PO (Big Cuban link 'round my neck, gold C-3PO)
I fell asleep at the top while they sleepin' on me (Sleep)
In the mirror where I see my only friend and opponent (I see it)
Can't run up on us, it's too much confetti on us (No way)
I know money ain't everything, fuck it, we still want it, bitch (Bitch)

[Verse 2]
I'm one of one, ho, it ain't no re-rockin' (Hey)
I said what I said and I'm standin' on top of it (Hey)
Gas up my bitch just to boost her confidence
She throwin' fits at me just like my closet (Rich)
I never got rich countin' someone else pockets (On God)
Addicted to C-notes, I went up an octave
Strategically movin', to win, only option
Bitch, I ain't forcin' it, holiday season, I'm covered in ornaments
This ain't a tour, this a tournament (Woah)
If I was stuck in a room with your shit on repeat
Then that shit would be torturous
Straight from the source of it, if I don't got it, I'm sourcin' it (Mm)
Whatever it takes to have more of it (Yeah)
It's mine 'til I'm bored with it, bitch (Bitch)

[Refrain]
Take this shit where I wanna go (Straight up)
Make you a million and make you a hunnid more (Brrr)
They prayin' I stop 'cause that's what they need the most (I know)
Big Cuban link 'round my neck, gold C-3PO (Big Cuban link 'round my neck, gold C-3PO)
I fell asleep at the top while they sleepin' on me (God)
In the mirror where I see my only friend and opponent (For real)
Can't run up on us, it's too much confetti on us (Confetti)
I know money ain't everything, fuck it, we still want it (Woo)

[Outro]
Yeah, fuck you expect, bitch? (Still want it)
What up though, Hit? (Still want it)
Ayy, tell 'em quit playin' with my fuckin' name too, for real
I had to one up that score, you know?
That Don Life shit
Carry on, yeah, for real

Chaos (Official Audio)

Here is Into It Lyrics by Big Sean & Hit-Boy

[Intro: Nas & Big Sean]
Absolutely (Absolutely)
Type of shit, nigga hit you up
Nigga see what you doin'
Got the nerve to ask me, "What you been up to?" (What?)
Man, you know what I've been up to (Bitch)
What you expect?
Forever and ever, homie, forever and ever
Skin glowin', straight up
(Trapadix, Trapadix, Hit-Boy)

[Chorus]
She want me alone
She wanna get intimate, intimate (Intimate)
I run through the plays like it's Broadway
Except this scene got not end to it (Run it)
I run through the plays just like an instrument
Swear, I get way too into it (Run it)
I'm not done with this shit 'til it's done, lil' bitch
And that's just the sentimеnt (Yeah)
Into it, into it, I'm gettin' way too into it (Into it, into it)
Into it, into it, niggas be askin' for morе than they give to it

[Verse 1]
Hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up)
Old flame and she want rekindlin'
I almost answered the call until I remembered why I had ended it
Five-second rule (Five)
That's how much time every decision get (Ooh)
My crib got a gym in it, built like Olympian
Runnin' Mulholland and Michigan (Runnin')
I love that pussy, almost as much as my businesses (For real)
And hearin' my niggas is innocent (For real)
And makin' sure they life story full of all commas, nigga, period (Period)
Success, I dap up the ref
I still got no tats but she inked my name on her flesh (Yeah)
What you expect?
The realest that she ever met (Ever)
Digital signatures, I just signed a multi-right over text (M's)
The difference between, I'm live in the now, you claimin' you next
You just some lil' shit that's under the carpet I already swept
Clearly, I'm an example of when all of the dots connect
Look at my roster (Look)
Nigga, I'm critical with the selects
At dinner, I'm eatin' baguettes, neck full of baguettes
I ain't miss a bitch, I ain't skip a step (Yeah, yeah)
It's all in the genes (Yeah), you ain't gotta guess (Yeah)
The team is in unison, everything mesh
We ball like the Mets, phew
And I'm gettin' into it, into it (Into it, into it, into it)
She confess that she love me, I know that it's genuine (Whoa, I know)
Headlight, headshot, leave your vest out (Grrr)
When I step up, step down, foot on necks, can't leave no steps out (I can't)
Fuck that Scat Pack, my bitch bring SRTs and Hellcats out (Swerve)
They was waitin' for my fall off, but they all fell back now
Shit is tremendous, come to your senses
Pay what you owe, I'm out of extensions
I can see through all the hidden agendas (Woo)
Multiple colors inside of the pendant (Woo)
That shit done cost me like two or three Benzes (Woah)
I gave your album like two or three listens (Woah)
Honestly, that shit a way better frisbee (Woah)
Came through the exit and still made an entrance (Yeah)

[Chorus]
And I'm gettin' into it, into it (Into it, into it)
She want me alone
She wanna get intimate, intimate (Want me alone)
I'ma run through the plays like it's Broadway
Except the scene got not end to it (Run it)
I run through the plays just like an instrument
Swear, I get way too into it (Run it)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
I'm gettin' into it, I had to commit to it (Yeah)
Don't take me out the game if I'm injured and I'm hurt (Hurt)
Just know I'ma limp through it, and I'll just get through it
I'ma win through it (Through it)
Political how the industry is
If you don't have connections, yeah, you might get a shot
But that's like pullin' up half-court to shoot while the rim movin' (Hol' up)
But I sink it anyway, why? 'Cause I been provin' (Damn)
You can tell who chosen and who do it for influence
The baddest, done been fluent
And I know their vibes and energy is a language all on its own, and I been fluent
If I hold a conversation with you for longer than five minutes
Guaranteed, I'm droppin' wisdom and gems through it (Gems)
Success ain't success if you can't put your friends to it (No)
Everything has flaws if you put the right lens to it (Uh-huh)
People who go through the worst and ain't learn shit
What's the point even bein' through it? (Yeah)
And it's no ends to it
Even when they drop the casket, and I'm into it, it's still no end to it

Into It (Official Audio)

Here is The One Lyrics by Big Sean & Hit-Boy

[Intro: SWV & Big Sean]
I know that you're somebody else's guy (I know)
But these feelings that I have for you I can't deny (Woah, woah, yup)
She doesn't treat you the way you want her to (It's easy, as you make it)
So come on stop running (Look)

[Verse]
Architect the way I take it to extreme measures
Sometimes you gotta break your life down to build it better
The game softened up a lot, it's time to add some pressure
A lot of peers, we ain't spoke in years
Yeah, you could go prеtend like I ain't herе but that just shows me how much y'all threatened
Y'all new music? Don't ask me how I feel about it
Don't got problems bein' real, I got real problems
Old school, top down, slidin' to Phil Collins (Swerve)
And, God, my Phil Jackson
And somehow He blessed me with Uncle Phil wallet (Frrrt)
But my other Uncle Sam in my pockets, it's like I'm philanthropic (Damn)
I'm blessed though, he only takin' it because I got it (Don)
Look, if I peel out, I squeeze
I hype and go beast, you boys is hypebeasts (Beasts)
You boys light, I move at lightspeed
So rooted, hurricanes to me's are like breeze
Watch me, fuck TV but the way I channel sh— (The way I channel)
Yeah, more like a conduit
Plus it's goin' gold if I ever put palms to it (Yeah)
And I did my whole career in napalm fluid (Yeah)
See we the ones that blowed up, y'all niggas blew it (You blew it)
Bet on me to never fail, it never fails, that's how we do it (Do it)
You don't have the right to hate on me
Unless you took your momma out of hell then in the Hills then move her to it (To it)
And the way I dealt with love, it's like I get consumed
By girls who never satisfied with everything I'm doin' (Damn)
It's like once I give 'em space, they gon' want the moon
Shit, I'm already a star, what more can I do? (Do)
The world picked me, must have good taste and be picky
I'm that nigga for real, I don't know what it's like for girls to not want me
Only know what it's like when they miss me
You either believe it or not, it's not Ripley's (No way)
Late night studio sessions, our stomachs would touch backs
No matter how far, a handy click and we touch back
It's been lookin' up our whole lives, we'll never have hunched backs
Leavin' everybody where they have me fucked up at
Mountain top views where the inspirations spews (Spews)
Sometimes when you lose, that's when innovation cues (Cues)
Everybody favorites, just imitation you's (Woah)
Talkin' in the mirror more than occasional (Yeah)
'Cause that's the only who gon' relate to you

[Outro]
'Cause you the one
For real

The One (Official Audio)

Here is Loyal To A Fault Lyrics by Big Sean & Hit-Boy (Ft. Bryson Tiller & Lil Durk)

[Intro: Big Sean]
When you found somebody new, that's when you able to fix it
I can’t get with no hoe or no fake bitch
I failed every time they tested my patience
Once I'm done, I'm done
Damn, damn, damn, damn (G. Ry got me)
Hit-Boy

[Chorus: Big Sean with Bryson Tiller]
If I can’t cut you out, I'll cut you off (Cut it)
Bein' honest to you only left me scarred (Wow)
I'm done apologizin' for some shit that's not my fault
Really, realized I need your all or none at all
Nothin' hurts forever, that's just how the game goes (Goes)
Can’t be out here lookin’ stupid, lovin' lame hoes (Stupid)
I know how to stay in shit way too long (Long)
And let it throw me off (Off), loyal to a fault (Woah)
Loyal, loyal to a fault (For real)
Just like all the dawgs (Yeah), loyal to a fault (Woah, woah)
Even if it’s my fault (Woah-woah)

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
For real (Brr)
Hate when what I wanted ain't the same as what I needed to do (Needed to do)
All the good ones I passed on, I was leavin' for you (Leavin' for you)
Found someone who gave me the support I needed from you (All I needed)
Back on the bullshit, full blast (Blast)
Feels like you owe me your heart and soul plus tax (Plus tax)
You ask me to delete all the nudes that you sent me, don’t worry, they all in the trash (Sike)
I want you back 'til I realize what you give me and what I'm worth really don't match
Slimey (Slimey), that's how you did me (That's how you did me)
You care, I care for you way more, I'm lookin' silly
You did it again, painted me out as the villain again
I can't go back in that cycle and spin (Brr)
Wastin' my time if I gotta pretend
And I can't afford to waste that shit again, no

[Chorus: Big Sean & Bryson Tiller, Big Sean]
If I can't cut you out, I'll cut you off (Cut it, cut it)
Bein' honest to you only left me scarred (Scarred)
I'm done apologizin' for some shit that's not my fault
Really, realized I need your all or none at all

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I know she a cheater, so I don't really need her
I fuck her and treat her, she give me a fever
She classy and ratchet, she really bipolar
She think that she playin' me, this bitch is a tweaker
Me, I'm different, she can go cheat, I ain't trippin'
I don't do coke, I'm sippin', ain't no ass I'm kissin'
No one loyal, look how Future did Pippen
Stayin' or leavin', faithful or cheatin'
Your friends be drinkin' and tellin' they secrets
Buy-buy-buyin' her watches, bitch, just stop it
You better go tell them lil' niggas you freaky, I'm Shmurk
Bitch, I ain't wifin' no eater
I got India, she is a diva, no cap
Bro, my bitch, she a keeper
Name one industry nigga that hit her, huh?
We not runnin' on Twitter
Hop in her DM, I'm smackin' a nigga, uh
Every girl know I'm faithful
Every girl know I'm loyal
Every girl know I'm loyal

[Chorus: Big Sean with Bryson Tiller]
If I can't cut you out, I'll cut you off (Cut it)
Bein' honest to you only left me scarred (Wow)
Done apologizin' for some shit that's not my fault
Really, realized I need your all or none at all
Nothin' hurts forever, that's just how the game goes (Goes)
Can't be out here lookin' stupid, lovin' lame hoes (Stupid)
Mm, I know how to stay in shit way too long (Long)
And let it throw me off (Off), loyal to a fault (Fault)
Loyal, loyal to a fault (For real)
Just like all the dawgs (Yeah), loyal to a fault (Woah, woah)
Even if it's my— (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Bryson Tiller]
Ooh, damn, makin' me choose again
Every night, we go through it again
This paradise lookin' like Mars again
How you try to walk in the shoes that I'm in? (You can't)
I know what you're doin' again
That's hangin' out with ol' dude again
Then breakin' all me and your rules again (Breakin' our rules again, yeah)
Yeah, but I guess that's how the game go
Can't be out here lookin' stupid lovin' lame hoes (Nah)
I can't have you on my wrist, I can't have you on my name, no (On my name, oh name)
You got a lot to gain, don't you put 'em out again (What do I gain?)
I done lost just 'bout everything
Can't turn my mind, steady with change
Have fun, better remember you said I can't
Hell if I can't, talk my shit, and I tell 'em it ain't my loss (Loss, loss, loss, loss)
Wait 'til you see their face when I tell 'em it ain't my fault

Loyal To A Fault (Official Video)

Here is Offense Lyrics by Big Sean & Hit-Boy (Ft. Babyface Ray & 42 Dugg)

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, motherfuckin' Sean Don in this bitch with 'Face
(Trapadix, Trapadix, Hit-Boy)

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I'm on offense, I'm off the shits (Shits)
Came off the bench, now I start shit (Mm-hmm)
Drivin' like I used to valet park shit (Swerve)
I can't jeopardize my life, goin' hard on a bitch (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
If I ain't puttin' up no points, ain't no point to this shit (No point, no)
I'm really steppin' over shit that used to make me trip (I ain't trippin' over none of y'all lil' pussies)
OG on the beat (Beat), OG Jordan 3's (Woah)
When you the Don, you understand and you oversee it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go)
I don't give a fuck about nobody tryna be it (Be it)
I already been it (Ooh)
This shit get offensive (Ooh)
Bought the new X today, it's already tinted
Flyin' home to my bitch, I fucked the flight attendant (Ooh) with no strings
'Cause I still got new problems with old things (Mm-hmm, you done fucked up, son)
Bitch, you are not me
It took a lot to get what I got, this is not free (This is not free)
Wait for the drop, fuck her on pop, like niggas is not street (Swerve)
I'm goin' Mach 3 (Swerve) goin' Mach 4, key to locked doors (Swerve)
Bro got a play, I got a play, we swap those
Broadie got a bitch, I got a bitch, we swap hoes (You trippin')
I trust everyone around me, ain't no locked doors (Mm-hmm)
Long sleeve in the city for the potholes
G.O.A.T. conversations, you are not in those
View from the top, all you niggas missed your windows, lil' bitch

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I'm on offense, I'm off the shits (Shits)
Came off the bench, now I start shit (Mm-hmm)
Drivin' like I used to valet park shit (Swerve)
I can't jeopardize my life, go hard on a bitch (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
I'm on all tens (All tens)
Locked in, pop tens and I got stripes like top tens (Yeah)
Green light special, she on go when she hop in (Come on)
Change my name to Simon, hoes do whatever I'm sayin' (Whatever)
Yeah, go hard on a bitch
OG Jordan 1's, Chrome Heart on the tips
Why the fuck they caught a wave? We started this shit (Facts)
Wake up doin' dope, vote for what? They all on my wrist
I'm all in the club, feet all on the couch (Like Rick James)
Plug sayin' that it's up, I'm runnin' my route (I'm comin')
Recruitin' like Kentucky, do one and I'm out
A junkie like my auntie, keep somethin' in my pocket
New C's a saint, but I'm not one (Yeah)
They usually toss it, if you buy one (Two)
Waves for the gang, I'm gettin' Sean one
Pose a threat to us, just like Roddy, you might die young, nigga

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I'm—, I'm—, I'm on offense, I'm off the shits (Shits)
Came off the bench, now I start shit (Mm-hmm)
Drivin' like I used to valet park shit (Swerve)
I can't jeopardize my life, go hard on a bitch (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
I can't jeopardize my pape', hit all of these bricks
Hunnid thousand to the bank, get all you can get (Nah, for real)
'42 to the face, fuck pourin' a fifth
Heard he slid, we got his play, we scorin' again (Bah, bah, bah)
Okay, I fuck her an hour later, she borin' again
I'm tourin' for twin (Ooh)
Not Tez the mirror, ayy, go foreign again (Yeah)
Give 'em some to stare at (Skrr)
Can't even compare us (No), them niggas ain't near us
Five thousand for head, bitch, been tryna get married
I ain't even taking 'em serious, after I fuck, bitch, leave
Three hunnid thousand in weed, another two hundred in lean
Reason I probably been sleep, Johnny just gave me some teeth
Daddy keep tellin' me smile, momma been holdin' me down
I wish she gave me time, fuck it, we finally can laugh (Yeah)
Young been tryin' to conside (Hey), money been tryna get by
Foes we tryna get back, free my niggas doin' that

[Outro: Big Sean & 42 Dugg]
I-I-I, I can't jeopardize my life, go hard on a bitch
I-I-I, I can't jeopardize my pape', hit all of these bricks
For real, yeah, I'm who they look up to
When the bad bitches wanna hook up, I know why they wanna hook up too
To the max what I took it to

Offense (Official Audio)

Here is What A Life Lyrics by Big Sean & Hit-Boy

[Intro]
Uh, uh, six shit, straight up, fuckin' for real?
(Hit-Boy)

[Chorus]
Only get one life, swear I almost died twice (Woo)
I went triple platinum more than three times, what a life, man (Life)
Feel like God when they bless me with the trick dice (Bitch)
And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet, so it's Rocky on my right hand (Woah)
And I'm on stage, by my self, ain't with the hype man
Go ahead then, tell me what your price is
Mine's is a hundred B's, nigga, you can't swipe this
Lost my appetite the way you bitches be bitin'
I'm off no sleep, day shit, plus the night shift
Ho, quit askin' when I'm free, I'm always priceless
I ain't really rockin' with you, I ain't on that mike shit

[Verse 1]
Rock with you, man, fuck, I'm goin' right in
I ain't waitin' around, fuck all that, I'm goin' right in (Right)
I ain't really rockin' with the typa shit you typin'
That little shit you flexin', ain't nothin' when you got it
If you can fit it in yo pocket, just stop it
If I lift it to my ear, just know that's really some light shit (Light)
That's just how I'm rockin', I can't wait, I'm goin' right in
Jumpin' out the woo, I can't wait on you, I'm ridin'
Only get

[Chorus]
Only get one life, swear I almost died twice (Woo)
I went triple platinum more than three times, what a life, man
Feel like God when they bless me with the trick dice (Bitch)
And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet, so it's Rocky on my right hand (Rocky)
And I'm on stage, by my self, ain't with the hype man (Hype)
Go ahead then, tell me what your price is
Mine's is a hundred B's, nigga, you can't swipe this (Bitch)

[Verse 2]
That's the mentality, stack the fatalities, pick up more gradually
For-realers fans that got a tat' of me, my brother Jay [LeRawls?] got an academy
This shit is not a game, nigga
Fuck you mean? I'm at the point where a nigga finally famous, give a fuck about no fame (Fame)
Ask me where my LLC is, it's on my chain
If I die today, just know I live up to my-
Man, niggas call me "Big", like that shit really my name
You know how I'm comin', I ain't even gotta explain
In the best shape of my life, she at the crib, she gettin' trained
Goin'-goin' 'gainst me is worse than goin' 'gainst the grain
At the frontline, give a fuck about no pain
Now for real could fill a gallery up with a mind frame
Nigga comin' how I came
I'm done waitin' around, bitch I'm goin' right in
Yeah I'm goin' right in, that's just how my life is

[Chorus]
Only get one life, swear I almost died twice (Woo)
I went triple platinum more than three times, what a life, man
Feel like God when they bless me with the trick dice (Bitch)
And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet, so it's Rocky on my right hand
And I'm on stage, by my self, ain't with the hype man
Go ahead then, tell me what your price is
Mine's is a hundred, sike, bitch, I'm priceless

[Verse 3]
I'm at four-field like a titan
And I'm makin' sure all my loose ends tied and
I'm in love with the hustle, so it's never tied-ins
I ain't seen her ass in years, she just let me right in
This shit off the dome, this shit off the dome, I'm goin' right in
I ain't even write it, but this shit been already written

What A Life (Official Audio)

It Ain’t My Fault Lyrics by Babyface Ray, Big Sean & Hit-Boy Ft. Big Sean

[Part I]

[Intro: Big Sean]
Yeah
Silly-ass, fuckin' run up, smackin' up
Yeah (Hit-Boy)

[Chorus: Big Sean & Babyface Ray]
It ain't my fault I got that glow and I can't get it off me
It ain't my fault these niggas ain't solid and they movin' faulty
It ain't my fault I'm rockin' Ricky, keep that blicky on me
It ain't my fault when I pop out, nothin' less than fifty on me

[Verse 1: Big Sean & Babyface Ray]
It ain't my fault that they got shifty on me
Tony Hawk, I'm used to niggas gettin' tricky on me
Party pack, told her, "Take that," went Diddy on her
Trackhawk, I hit the pedal, three-sixty on 'em
Ain't my fault my back got the whole city on it
Ain't my fault my back got the whole city on it

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray & Big Sean]
Keep the thriller close, I'm protectin' my energy
My advice to you, don't become my enemy
Groupies grab me at my shows, so I know that they feelin' me
I just left 'em in her throat, girl, you know ain't no kissin' me, yeah
In the trenches rockin' Sean Bape, your shawty wild (For real)
I was quick to slam her like DeAndre

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
It ain't my fault you got your shit snatched
It ain't my fault you had no money, go get your shit back
It ain't my fault I drew the blueprint, now I'm livin' that
Naomi Osaka's arena, we servin' and playin' with big racks
Got the baddest face down, ass up
Since I got my tax up, the most you ever made in your life
I done made, forgot about, and had it stashed up
Simple niggas simpin' over bitches I done passed up

[Verse 4: Babyface Ray]
Real niggas goin' out of style, feel like the last one
I got my bag up, ain't sit around when I ain't have much
I fuck on your ho, hop out the bed and turn my swag on
Ain't no more humble shit, I'm poppin' shit, I'm poppin' tags on 'em, nigga

[Chorus: Big Sean & Babyface Ray]
It ain't my fault I got that glow and I can't get it off me
It ain't my fault these niggas ain't solid and they movin' faulty
It ain't my fault I'm rockin' Ricky, keep that blicky on me
It ain't my fault when I pop out, nothin' less than fifty on me

[Part II]

[Intro: Big Sean]
H-H-Hit-Boy on the beat, so bitch, so you gotta go berserk

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Got expensive taste, still a hood nigga
Pints in the cabinet, lights, camera, action
I'ma keep a cup full when them cameras flashin'
Give my niggas hope, I feel like a pastor
Wanna live like me? You might have to chance it
No, I don't need no tip, boy, my diamonds dancin'
Brodie told me 'bout you, bitch, yeah, actin' classy
Yeah, I heard about you, know you heard about us
All my lil' niggas shoot, feel like Curry father (Pew)
If I want it, then I get it, Timmy Turner problems

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Cameras on me like I'm walkin' out the trial
I'm up thirty fuckin' million, she gon' want the child
Tax bracket out of reach, I ain't reachin' out
NBA-type NDAs, ain't shit leakin' out
Rememberin' all the love you bitch-ass niggas never showed
And a heart on one below
And you niggas came up out the mud and didn't even grow
Tunnel vision, carpal tunnel, niggas politickin'
What the fuck you runnin' for?
Whip came with a ticket, valet keys
She gon' cheat for LA breeze
I'm with Babyface, I feel like L.A. Reid

[Verse 3: Babyface Ray]
I'm with Sean Don, no Dom Perignon, bitch, it's lean
Push to start, foreign hit it, that bitch fart, what's a key?
They keep tellin' me to keep this shit a hundred, I'm a G
From the dirty glove, gotta keep it on you in the streets
What more can I say?
Promise you I'm lyin' if I say I ain't in the A
Keep them squares out your circle, so we flick 'em through the day
Trust me, old friends hatin' on a nigga, bitches love me
Hands all dirty in the field like it's rugby
Gang ties, mafioso like I'm Lucky Luciano
Pints comin' in from Philly, so I rock Milano

[Outro: Big Sean]
Americano, M's stack on top of M's, shit look like McDonald's
I don't need a Kim K, I need Griselda Blanco
All my niggas on they John Wick and leave you John Doe

It Ain’t My Fault Official Video

Composure Lyrics by Nas Ft. Hit-Boy

[Intro: Nas]
Ayo, Hit, I like this IE weather

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Ayy, look
Vote yes on Hit-Boy, bitch, I’m the city spokesman
They see we got this shit crackin’ and now they spirit broken
I’m standin’ on the green like the British Open
And stackin’ ice on top of ice, but I’m not building snowmen
Doctors couldn’t even detect my disorders
One case, six figures on six different lawyers
I put my soul in every song with limited support
Focused on the output, not the outcome, big God is my source
Spirit of excellence in my genetics
Complexities come with my complexion
‘Fore you shut me down, let me reach my level first
Y'all be too proud to do the devil’s work
All that actin’ and fakin’, I can’t take part in it
I’m washin’ my hands with the soap opera shit
I set the cameras to speed, co-directed KD
We know the caged bird sings and screams when it’s free
Every second I spend on this, I got it back in blessings
You can’t stop and run no errands on the way to legend

[Chorus: Hit-Boy & Nas]
They should've told ‘em I’m raising up on the totem
Yeah, boilin’ over, pot full of yola
Mix it with the cola, son of a block controller (Yeah)
Can’t let ‘em fuck me over (Nah) gotta keep my composure, look

[Verse 2: Nas]
Had yellow jaundice when I was born
Kept me in an incubator, ten days long
I made up songs, I was like humming tunes ten years later
Writin’ in my room ten years after that on stage like it’s too soon, but
For me see, my parents met inside a nightclub
Olu started to fight and then my moms broke it up
She said "This boy, he’s in the Navy, settle down before y'all need savin'"
Pop went to war around the world, came home, we celebrated
AWOL
Fast forward to when I started to play ball
From a place where we hate law
See the Jakes and we take off (Whoop whoop)
Hit the gate, I get home and take my chain off
Thankful I got through the day and all the evil I prayed off
Everything is cause and effect
Make the wrong moves in this business, you lose all your respect
My block is dark as it gets
We all make mistakes, only a few will recover from ‘em
Don’t spend your whole life runnin’ from ‘em, run up the numbers

[Chorus: Nas]
Should've told ‘em I’m raising up on the totem
Yeah, boilin’ over, pot full of yola
Mix it up with the cola, son of a queen and a soldier
Can’t let ‘em fuck me over, gotta keep my composure, look

[Outro: Shaka Senghor]
Keep your composure, on city blocks, and cell blocks
Keep your composure
Hold it down, hold it tight
Hold it close, hold space for yourself
It’s the way of the ancestors
Our elders, our artists, our OGs, our dreamers, our builders
With each breath internalize their successes
Their struggles, their sense of self, their sense of overcoming
And take that power forward through your life
Remind yourself of the magnitude of your good fortune
And the mere chance, one in billions, that you survived
That you will thrive
And even the strongest kings and queens being, yet remain unbroken
Keep your composure
And believe in the magic of who we are
Because what you believe is everything
And what someone believes about you is nothing
Keep your composure, I am Shaka Senghor

Composure Official Audio

Trauma Lyrics Song by H.E.R. & Hit-Boy Ft. Cordae

[Intro: Cordae]
(Hit-Boy)
Na, na-na, na, na, na
Na, na, na-na, na
Na, na, na, oh
Na, na-na, na, na, na

[Verse 1: Cordae]
Public perception is often deception, uh
I think somebody needs to tell the truth, yeah
Killin' my ego through my self-reflections, uh
Somethin' that we all fail to do, hmm
Why does compassion get treated as weakness?
Yeah, what is the world really comin' to?
Uh, why is my empathy often misleadin'?
Yeah, how you interpret that is up to you

[Verse 2: H.E.R.]
So many things (So many things)
Why I let it get to me? (Yeah)
Like I know everything (Like I know everything)
When I don't know anything, yeah
Why overthink?
Think I need a drink
I just need to chill, maybe I need a shrink
Need to hear 'em preach, and some inner peace
I'm always in a mood, think I just need some sleep
Ayy, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: H.E.R.]
Tellin' myself, I'm a mess (Mess)
I blame it all on my ex
Homie, it's just as good as it gets
It's just as good as it gets

[Chorus: H.E.R.]
I don't want the drama from the trauma
Bad energy, it's the problem
I take it personal, I ain't perfect though
But it hurts, you know? That make it worse, you know?
And the drama from the trauma
It's bad energy, it's the problem
When I take it personal, I'll be the first to blow
And it's worse, you know? Is it worth it though?
No, no, oh, no
Is it worth it though? I don't know, I don't know
Is it worth it?

[Verse 3: H.E.R.]
Don't know how to act (Don't know how to act)
When I can't handle that (When I can't handle that)
I'm stressin' the petty things (I'm stressin' the petty things)
How you see it is everything (How you see it is everything), yeah
I made a bunch of figures, got a bunch of triggers
When it come to pictures, I don't see a bigger that'll hold me back (That'll hold me back)
When I know the facts, yeah, ayy, oh

[Pre-Chorus: H.E.R.]
Uh, why I still can't live with that?
Why do I live in the past only?
Worried about where they at (Oh, yeah)
When I don't know where I'm goin'

[Chorus: H.E.R.]
I don't want the drama from the trauma
Bad energy, it's the problem
I take it personal, I ain't perfect though
But it hurts, you know? That make it worse, you know?
And the drama from the trauma
It's bad energy, it's the problem
When I take it personal, I'll be the first to blow
Makin' it worse, you know? Is it worth it though?
Is it worth it?
Uh, is it worth it though? Is it?
Yeah, ayy (Worth it)

[Verse 4: Cordae]
Uh, was it worth it?
I guess that is the question to ask
My worst behavior is the shit that I left in the past
The first impressions are important, perception is vague
The doubt was needed for a nigga to step in his bag
But really though, how long you thought your deception would last?
You really losin' every ounce of respect that I had for ya
Dishonesty is quite a disorder
The same reason I just fired my lawyer
Enlighten my vision from writtens, parasitic absorbers
Energy drainers, the vibes that I get from reporters
Disappointed lookin' at the way these niggas was brought up
That get you caught up in a situation, with different places you never thought of
This world slaughters, your weak will and kind-hearted
My mind audits, creative ideas that define artists
And plus I speak my mind, that makes me a prime target
But I'd rather start speakin', no beefin' 'cause

[Chorus: H.E.R., with Cordae]
I don't want no drama from the trauma
Bad energy, it's the problem
I take it personal, I ain't perfect though
But it hurts, you know? That make it worse, you know?
And the drama from the trauma
It's bad energy, it's the problem
When I take it personal, I'll be the first to blow
And it's worse, you know? Is it worth it though?
Is it worth it?
Uh, is it worth it though? Is it?
Yeah, ayy (Worth it)

[Outro: H.E.R.]
Worth it (I don't know)
It's worth it? I don't know
I said, "I don't know", uh
I don't know

Trauma Official Audio

Description: Little While Lyrics Sada Baby Ft. Big Sean & Hit-Boy

Hit-Boy
Uh, uh
It gon' take a lil' while, uh
Never have
Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy

Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she used to be
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Gon' take a lil' while to get used to me
It gon' take a lil' while, uh
Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she used to be
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh
Gon' take a lil' while to get used to me
It gon' take a lil' while, hm

Just dropped deuce of Wock' in the can of pop
Bumped into a bitch that I know from the sandbox
Now I ain't know lil' baby has an ass now
She look at me, like, "Why the fuck is you mad now?"
Bitch, you look way better than you used to
Wanna put you in my videos on YouTube
All of a suddеn, she don't, huh, nah
All of a sudden, she don't suck dick
You actin' uppity, I don't fuck with it
And I'm up, bitch, don't makе me upset
Huh, you actin' ugly, God don't like that
Some nights I used to feel like God didn't write back
Prayin' when I was down and he bring me right back, huh
On the right track, could fuck a opp baby momma on the nightstand, huh
I ain't nothin' diamond on my right hand
Case I gotta hit a nigga with the, mm
'Cause I gotta hit a nigga with the goddamn, huh
With the Van Damme, huh, with the wham-bam, huh
With the scram ma'am, huh
Quick to grab a bitch litties like a mammogram, huh
Quick to look at myself like I am the man, huh
You niggas actin' like Trump, won't accept defeat, hmm
Nigga, beat, uh, mm, mm
Nigga, uh, beat, fair and square, tryna say I cheat
Goddamn, this a Hit-Boy, play that beat
I get a bitch ignored, dirty feet
.45 made by Orbit, dirty teeth
Huh, dirty mouth, huh, clean it out

Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she used to be
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Gon' take a lil' while to get used to me
It gon' take a lil' while, uh
Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she used to be
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh
Gon' take a lil' while to get used to me (Yeah, straight up, woah)
It gon' take a lil' while, hm (Woah, bitch, look)

Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she used to be (Be)
I would know 'cause a hoe went to school with me (Woah)
Hit a few times, still cool with me (Damn)
Worked dick so good, she never through with me
My dawg dropped out of school and caught a first-degree
She play her part for her man but rehearse for me
She gon' squirt for me (Woo)
Look, part-time but that work for me (Woah)
She gon' let me hit first night, I'm worthy (Oh yeah, woo, ooh)
She wanna work me, she wanna hype me up and encourage me
She want a clean dick that ain't gon' do her dirty (Dirty)
Yeah, already gave you more and I got more to go
Gave your girl a Robinhood portfolio
Thirty K in Doge (Doge), yeah, go indulge ('Dulge)
We ain't goin' broke, yeah (No)
I had to level up, put the game on story mode
Niggas just a fake me, they all Warios
She asked what I'm tryna do but you already know
Got her tappin' out like morse code (Woah)
Can't teach a old dog new tricks (New tricks)
But I could teach a old bitch how to suck dick (Woah)
Now can't nobody do it better (Do it better, woo)
Tell me what you tryna do 'cause we could do whatever (Yeah)
Break you off, help you with your new endeavors
Niggas tryna do what I do, they could do it never (Never)
Yeah, let 'em vibe, let 'em connect (Let 'em connect)
All of the threats, sever their necks, gotta protect (Gotta protect)
Gotta consume, gotta advance, gotta collect
Foot on they neck, can't catch me or they breath, look (Huh)
Lil' bitch bad, freaky, like she used to be (Brrt)
If you and me call the same time, she choosin' me (Yeah, yeah)

Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she used to be
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Gon' take a lil' while to get used to me
It gon' take a lil' while, uh
Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she used to be
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh
Gon' take a lil' while to get used to me
It gon' take a lil' while, hm

Yeah, bad bitches in the trap
Bad bitches in the trap hotel lobby
Bad bitches in the trap hotel... uh, uh
Uh, uh, bad bitches in the trap hotel lobby
Bad bitches in the trap hotel lobby, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, bad bitches in the trap, ooh
Bad bitches in the trap hotel, uh, mm

Salute Lyrics by Hit-Boy, Big Sean & Fivio Foreign

(Hit-Boy)

Salute when you see me (Salute when you see me, oh)
That jealousy shit is an ocean and you either float or you sinkin' (Ayy)
Moment of truth, credit checked, nigga, you not approved (Uh)
B. B. King, I'm in love with the blues (Uh)
Don't start me up, I got finishing moves, look (Uh)
Uh, salute when you see me (Salute when you see me)
Slid through all the commercial, it's breaking news, they gotta add on TV (TV)
Poppin' out on 'em, I'm politicking
Probably in the section, where you're not permitted
Nigga, my hunnids matching my dodged fitted
Playing all go, ain't no stopping in me (Bah)

Look (Yeah)
Salute when you see me (Oh)
I bought her a CC and I wasn't first
Disgusting what bitches'll do for a purse
Disgusting what niggas'll do for the clout
I'm one of the realest, the real ones can vouch
They thought I was down (Uh) but all that shit up
You gotta play my new shit in surround (Grrr, bah, yeah)
Salute when you see me (Salute when you see me)
Put in the call to the plug, my runner get to you speedy (Oh)
Still thugging like the days when they wouldn't hear in my city (Woo)
Made it out of the trenches, my nigga salute when you see me (Salute when you see me, ayy)

Yeah, salute when you see me (Woah, woah, woah)
I'm gettin greedy, I blow the whole budget on me, that's on me, I'm on conceited
Treaty? Nah, that ain't how we treat it (Treat it)
This right here sound like a three peat (Three)
I put the tip in it sound like needy but I'm like, "God, bitch you too needy" (Too needy)
Me and HB going juvie in BJ, they gotta put my face on the box of weedies, I'm prayin' for whoever think compete us
Salute when you see me (See me)
That's hardly ever so that's how you greet me (God)
I'm goin' TM101, Jeezy and plus I got Detroit on repeat (Repeat)
I'm with the love of my life for like three weeks 'cause that's all I needed (On God)
She wanna go on a trip and retreat but I'm sorry, I'm never retreated (Nah)
I set the bar so high that you might as well leave it, I'm goin' undefeated
I've broken the system, the shit had the .. shit, that's mission impossible, mission completed, uh

Uh, yeah
Salute when you see me (Oh yeah)
I got the heart of a god and a genie
I want you to love me, I want you to need me (Uh)
When I shoot at his face it's Fivi' (Grrr, baow)
I gotta give back to the hood, I remember when I was the needy (No flex)
Clean me up (Clean me up), squeaky,uh (Squeaky)
She fell in love (She fell in love), deeply, uh (Deeply)
Percocet (Percocet), sleepy (Sleepy)
They like what I say, they repeat me (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Uh, yeah, look (Uh)
All this money I've been spendin' on VV's (All this money I've been spendin' on VV's)
Uh, that's why you gotta salute when you see me
Lil' bitch (Uh, uh)

Ultra Black Lyrics by Nas Ft. Hit-Boy

Nas, Nas, Nas
Yeah
Nas, Nas
We goin' (We goin') we goin' (We goin')
Uh, uh
My pants 'posed to sag, yeah
We goin' ultra, yeah

We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that
We don't fold or crack (We goin')
Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal (Uh)
We goin' ultra black
Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range
Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap
We goin' ultra black, we goin' (We goin')
We goin' (We goin') uh

Rhythm and blues, pop, rock to soul to jazz
'Til my toes are tagged (Uh)
How I look being told I'm not supposed to brag?
Nobody fault, I tell the truth, I know it's facts, we ultra black
Grace Jones skin tone, but multi that
Multiple colors, we come in all shades, mocha black
Accept where I'm at and not fight me on it (Uh)
Emotional stares like I might be wanted (Yeah)
Pitch black like the night, I'm ultra black
Sanford and Son reruns, jokes are black (Ha)
Oh yes, oh yes, God bless success
We goin' ultra black, like the Essence Fest
Talk with a mask on, the freshest breath
African black, so caress the flesh
Superfly, The Mack, sittin' fly in the 'Lac
Take the boat on the water, history talks with my daughter (Dest')
My son'll be my resurrection (Knight)
Constantly learnin' lessons, I never die, you get the message?
I hope you be better than I, life's precious (Precious)
Two steppin'
Sometimes I'm over-black, even my clothes are black
Cash Money with the white tee and the soldier rag
We goin' ultra black, unapologetically black
The opposite of Doja Cat, Michael Blackson black

We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that
We don't fold or crack (Nas, Nas)
Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal
We goin' ultra black
Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range
Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap
We goin' ultra black (Yeah)
We goin' (We goin', we goin')

We goin' ultra black
Raiders, Oakland hat, I smoke to that
Pre-rolls and 'gnac, what's the results to that?
C-notes and bags (Uh)
She knows I'm classy like I'm Billy Dee Williams (Smooth)
Go ultra black (Uh), Isaac Kennedy films, Penitentiary II
Black like out in the Lou', black don't crack
It's like the fountain of youth, the culture's black
Like Iman, she beautiful, goin' ultra black
To Africa, you say, "Go back"
I stay pro-black, my Amex black (Ah)
Black like cornrows, afros
Black like Kaep' blackballed from the Superbowls (Colin)
Hall & Oates, I can't go for that
Motown Museum, Detroit, I'm ultra black
This for New York and all the map
No matter your race, to me, we all are black

We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that
We don't fold or crack (We don't fold or crack)
Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal (This a celebration)
We goin' ultra black
Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range
Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap
We goin' ultra black (Black is beautiful)
We goin' (Black is beautiful)

Nas, Nas (Nas)

Divine Guidance Lyrics by Hit-Boy

[Intro]
Turn it up - bliss
Divine guidance

It's that gifted boy Hit
Always on that present ish
Treat everything like a holiday and I just got my settlement
Commas I tend to see, arrested development
And they can't snooze on my clique, the rest is irrelevant
We settled in, me and my fellowship
I can't tell you how long I've been telling them
Look what rejection did, questioning
Got a nigga rev'ed up, in charge
Like Charles on a sit-com
Got too many missed calls and my fam pissed off
But I swear to God I miss ya'll on the tenth floor of this hotel
And it's cold as fuck out in New York
But what's up mama how is you enjoying your new porch?
That's just a portion of my appreciation
For everything that you laid
Inside of my soul, righting my wrongs
Telling me why, shit I should know
Seven years old I start to get cold
We go to the store said pick out a coat
It wasn't the Nike one but you still buy me one
And that's why I love you the most, wait
There's more that I need you to know
I love you for making me go to church on Fair Oaks
Sunday school early in the AM, didn't want to go
Sent prayers up on that church bench
Then a player got chose
Chasing them franklins, trying to live like Kirk
This ain't for the faint of heart, I really put in work
Cause I don't like to dream about getting paid
I'm 'bout my Luccini like Geechi Suede
Plus, I know somebody that know somebody
Grandma's favorite, Hov would relate
That's why we chop and cape
Known for the faith
Move mountains with the spirit of a giant
Who doubting I out 'em on some David and Goliath
Saving and supplying I ain't take the safe alliance
Ain't no sharing meals
They rather see you on a diet
I know niggas with priors and a quarter-life crisis
New cases my daddy's fighting got me praying for guidance
Ain't no textbook lessons when that checkbook's shredded
Either way another day is another blessing, I'm restless
This the seventh day I haven't rested
I hope my niggas get away before they get arrested
It's too much time invested in doing time
Clock's ticking, mama crying
Stop tripping, make up your mind
Make up for time lost behind
We lost and behind
Orderly fashion, rich woman closet
It's all by design

In memory of
Rest in peace to William Jackson
Rest in peace to fashion
That's my family
We used to ride around
Used to tell me I was gonna be a star
He was gonna do my videos
I'm finna go up, just for ya'll

It's gospel in these sixteens, every word I speak
Cooking a remedy
HB minsitries
OG's who took trips for the bread
Then took trips to the feds told me not to be misled
Use your head
A nigga got this shit down to a science now
? It's easy to cast judgement when you're uninvited
Fingers sticky from the chronic leaves
Still falling to my knees hundreds falling out my jeans at the offering
Let the choir sing

Boomerang Lyrics by Sevyn Streeter
(Ft. Hit-Boy)

[Intro: Hit-Boy]
It's Sevyn in the plug, brrr

[Verse 1: Sevyn]
All these curves and all this face, getting all this work
And still you wanna go and act up
I've been up getting all this dough
Somethin' 'bout it don't add up, somethin' 'bout it don't add up
That's why you feel, how you let me go
And I'm so real, I be in the kitchen like your mama did that
Tatted in your body, shoulda never did that
Uh, woo! That's an autograph
Fuck another bitch is she gon' know that I was there
Uh, woo! 'Bout to pass out
Running out of pressure, 'bout to throw that ass out
Oh no, get off me
You've been doing shit like this for too often
But you were lying and they saying you crossed it
A need an explanation, tell me right now
Got me now I'm tryna tip-toe, turning locks low
So I won't know what time you got back in
In the morning when you want it
You be wondering why I got a attitude, what you think this is?
Oh no, no, no

[Chorus: Sevyn]
Boomerang
Love shoulda brought your ass home
Boomerang
But I ain't coming back no more
Boomerang
Love shoulda brought your ass home
Boomerang

[Verse 2: Sevyn]
Somethin' bout it don't add up
That's why you feel, how you let me go
And I'm so real, I be in the kitchen like your mama did that
Tatted in your body, shoulda never did that
Uh, woo! That's an autograph
Fuck another bitch if she was gon know that I was there
Uh, woo! Bout to pass out
Running out of pressure, bout to throw that ass up
Oh no, you lost it, used to have it like that but you lost it
You must have bumped your head cause you lost it
A girl like me don't come around too often
They don't make 'em like me no more, make 'em like me no more
They don't make 'em like me no more
Nigga they don't make 'em like me no more, no, no, no, no

[Chorus: Sevyn]
Boomerang
Love shoulda brought your ass home
Boomerang
But I ain't coming back no more
Boomerang
Love shoulda brought your ass home
Boomerang

[Outro: Hit-Boy (Sevyn)]
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, brng it back, bring it
Throw it just like a (boomerang)
Zoom, zoom
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, brng it back, bring it
Throw it just like a (boomerang)
Zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Plug business
Rock to it
Rock, rock, rock, rock to it
Rock, rock, rock, rock to it
Rock, rock, rock, rock to it

Stay Up Lyrics by Hit-Boy
(Ft. K. Roosevelt & Sage The Gemini)

[Hook: Sage The Gemini]
Ahhh
Fuck what they think, just keep giving it up to me
And it’s a hard job, I understand
When you become fly just do not land
Stay up
Stay up
Stay up
Stay up

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Sally May, she come from the Bay
Grown up from [?] Mac Dre
She use to niggas telling lies and putting schemes on her
They don't never wanna put a motherfuckin ring on her
She being going to college, working hard in the city
She got that financial aid, put in all in her titties
And her ass all silly, waist all skinny, and she pretty
So she fuck with niggas with the bands and Bentleys

[Hook]
Ahhh
Fuck what they think, just keep giving it up to me
And it’s a hard job, I understand
When you become fly just do not land
Stay up
Stay up
Stay up
Stay up

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
Rolling up, light up, smoke up, inhale high up we go
Until it's breakfast, one more session
Then she exits
Back up to that pound for the grip
She ain't never had shit, so she gettin how she live
And be feeling that's it's cool for a player smooth pimpin
It's rules for these strippers, but I view you different
I must be trippin, like I got a pill in my system
Baby just keep doing you and stay on ya money mission

[Hook: Sage The Gemini]
Ahhh
Fuck what they think, just keep giving it up to me
And it’s a hard job, I understand
When you become fly just do not land
Stay up
Stay up
Stay up
Stay up

[Bridge: Hit-Boy]
Don't play no games with it, girl go do ya thing with it
Don't play no games with it, girl go do ya thing with it
I know they judging you, I know they [?]
They talking, but that pole money got you a Bentley
[?]
Don't play no games with it, girl go do ya thing with it
Don't play no games with it, girl go do ya thing with it
So back it up, and drop it down
And let me know, I'll travel across the globe

[Verse 3: K. Roosevelt]
Oh, tell me where you at
I'll [?] sitting on my lap girl
I was touching on ya ass
I feel like we need a bag girl
We probably said some shit we didn't mean
But we can put it in the past girl
Roll an L and have some, relax girl
[?]
We ain't making up, we just making love
We ain't making up, we just making love
[?] but girl you make me [?]
Stay up
Stay up
Stay up
(I.E stay up, all around the world stay up)
Stay up
(LA stay up, all my niggas from the Bay stay up)
Stay up
(H.O.K. stay up, plug niggas stay up)
Stay up
(West Side stay up, and ya bitch know I stay up)
Stay up

Go All Night Lyrics by Hit-Boy
(Ft. Travi$ Scott)

[Intro]
Last night turned into this mornin'
Woke up and still had it zoomin'
Goin' all night, goin' all night
Goin' all night, goin' all night
Goin' all night, goin' all night
Goin' all night

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Okay Remy on my throat
Tonight I'm bout to catch a case
I got pre-rows in my spot
All your OGs know my way
Ahh your dash and my shit loud
Tell me what we bout to do?
Only here for one more night
So I'mma drink enough for two

[Hook: Hit-Boy]
Okay, we can go all night, what?
Okay, we can go all night, what?
All night, all night, all night
Now we can go all night
All night, all night, all night
Okay, we can go all night, all night

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
Mix the D'usse with the Ace
We switchin' up the pace
We gone get that change
That's mando day to day
Order up more hoes and ice
I smoked my last of the night
Tell the hoes to bring that dank
Now we right back in the game
Bout to do the job
Movin' up the interstate
She doin' Vegas after hours
She just wanna stay up late
So won't you throw that ass around?
This might be your lucky night
All night, all night, all night, all night
All night, all night, all night, all night

[Hook]
Okay, we can go all night, what?
Okay, we can go all night, what?
All night, all night, all night
Now we can go all night
All night, all night, all night
Okay, we can go all night, all night

[Outro: Hit-Boy & Travis Scott]
I've been goin' for a week, I've been at it all day
I can never get no sleep, straight up
I can never get no sleep, I've been at it all day
I've been goin' for a week, straight up
I've been goin' for a week, I've been at it all day
I can never get no sleep, straight up
I can never get no sleep, I've been at it all day
I've been goin' for a week, all night

WyW Lyrics
by Hit Boy Ft. John Legend

(Verse)
This is for them women that know the talents in niggers
She didn’t have three carrer paths ever since I met her
One minute she a designer,the next she manager writer
A couple minutes after that she hit me talking ’bout she rhyming
But it’s all good, boo you look good, you look good
Wanna make a happy home but you can’t cook good
Know that all them others niggers don’t care,don’t care though
Long as you can throw it back in pair though,bad dough
You got dreams of being a mama,
And living somewhere in the hills right next to Madonna
And if I said you weren’t ill I’d probably be lying
That’s why you drive them niggers crazy like mitsiwa massawa
I swear my life on the bible

(Hook)
Baby it’s whatever you want
If you got ambition girl
If you just tryin’ to kick it
And lay on top of this
Million dollar nigga you chillin’ with
Girl I want whatever you want
If you try to get it girl
If you just want to roll up some weed
Whatever you want from me

(Verse)
And this is from them dealers that slang on the corners
Whether they poppin’ Jay’s with it too feeding your daughter
You gotta get paid so fuck what they say
Just make sure you have a good lawyer
‘Cause I’d hate to see another black pastor
But you know they coming after you
And that ain’t even the half of it
You got a son too so by all means
If it’s a draw you show what your gun do
And if you get batch beat two more black kids
Getting rice but they encore
That’s the force until we get tired
‘Cause we barely got a job so the system’s fucking us all
So predictable,we got attentions too ball
But we came pass the physical
Too much fucking stress too put your mentor through
So I sip this wine and blast the criminal
Praying to God that he keep me alive

(Hook x2)
Baby it’s whatever you want
If you got ambition girl
If you just tryin’ to kick it
And lay on top of this
Million dollar nigga you chillin’ with
Girl I want whatever you want
If you try to get it girl
If you just want to roll up some weed
Whatever you want from me

(Hook)
Baby it’s whatever you want
If you got ambition girl
If you just tryin’ to kick it
And lay on top of this
Million dollar nigga you chillin’ with
Girl I want whatever you want
If you try to get it girl
If you just want to roll up some weed
Whatever you want from me
Baby it’s whatever you want

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Option Lyrics
by Hit Boy ft. Big Sean

(Verse : Hit-Boy)
We twisted, yeah nigga we twisted
Got a couple bad bitches
Yeah, you missed it
Her and her sister, keep calling me mister
H-I-T B-O-Y, he so fly, he no lie, too much truth
All I do, makes hits sip a little bit of hundred proof
Young nigga bet a couple hundred, what it do
When I got a couple enemies I haven’t run into
It’ll be problems, yeah it’ll be problems
So I’m celebrating life throwing money in the air
Throwing money in the air, letting them know I don’t care
Got so much flair, like my nigga Chase say
Making bitches say OK
Really ain’t mean to make you hate your day
But I really got to stunt nigga, look this way
I’m fucking Hit-Boy, I’m fucking Hit-wow, she fucking Hit-Boy
And you know, you know I’m all about them zeroes
Controlling the game like D. Rose
And making hits for my heroes

(Hook)
We twisted, we fucking twisted
Got a couple bad bitches and they wanna get high
Yeah they wanna get live yeah they wanna get high
And I don’t even smoke, but my niggas do
So go light up girl, go really get loose
And we can get it going we can take it to the room
Hit her with the get fucked option

(Verse : Hit-Boy)
I’m rolling, I’m rolling
Knocking bitches down like I’m bowling
Off that Hennessy and Patrón and
Y’all be cuffing hoes y’all patrolling
But it’s OK, it’s OK
Trying to steal my style but it’s no way
And now I’m getting that white money
They chase a nigga like O.J
My jersey, with me nigga
I’m putting on for my team nigga
I’m the quarterback, first string nigga
Straight tossing bitches like flea flickers
These kickers, all turf
Running this field, thats hard work
Fuck all night and I’m all surf
My stock high, what y’all worth?
No benzes handed
That front end, spent it
That back end, stacked that
$500 for the snake-skin snapback
And that’s word to my nigga Don C
Updated fresh, what you know about me?
Love having sex with a double dime piece
She a 20 on the scale what you know about free

(Hook)
We twisted, we fucking twisted
Got a couple bad bitches and they wanna get high
Yeah they wanna get live yeah they wanna get high
And I don’t even smoke, but my niggas do
So go light up girl, go really get loose
And we can get it going we can take it to the room
Hit her with the get fucked option

(Verse : Big Sean)
Fuck these bitch ass niggis
Bitches big-y
Sipping on liquor trying to get a little licky, licky, licky, icky
Sorry ho but I’m picky
Bad white girls and they look like Iggy
Grown ass man do I look like Diggy?
Bend it over on me, can you do it like Nicki?
Pussy all wet, we stay sticky, sticky
Yeah, I lost my mind, bet I won’t lose my money (No)
Picking up change, do I look bum-y? (No)
She keep blowing when her nose ain’t running
Staying in shape because you know a nigga run it
Me and two Os, yeah that’s one hundred
My nigga ran through the trees rolling with that shotty
Goddammit he think he hunted
I’m going hard, I don’t stop
I’m living life like it’s no cops
She’s taking shots to the head like who the fuck needs Botox
I’m rolling up, I’m rolling out
I don’t know her name, I just know her mouth
Living this life you lame niggas don’t know about
Cuz

(Hook)
We twisted, we fucking twisted
Got a couple bad bitches and they wanna get high
Yeah they wanna get live yeah they wanna get high
And I don’t even smoke, but my niggas do
So go light up girl, go really get loose
And we can get it going we can take it to the room
Hit her with the get fucked option

(Outro: Big Sean)
And Hit-Boy get these hoes man, aw shit
So damn, nasty, she so nasty
I’m a nasty nigga too though

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