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Here's Money Go Lyrics by Belly
(Ft. Travi$ Scott)

[Hook: Belly & Travis Scott]
All these bitches come and go
All this money come and go
I'm just tryna double up
Stack it up just to blow it
Watch the money go
Watch the money go
We been trappin' on the phone
We been whippn' on the stove
She make millions on the pole
Where that money go
Where that money go
Can’t fuck with my team
We need like 100 money machine
Pay the price for these dreams
Where the money go
Where the money go (where the money go)
Where the money go
Where the money go (where the money go)

You can find out where the money
When you find it then you let me know

[Verse 1: Belly]
Lost everything my mind included
Got betrayed today they pray to judas
In a daze, they say my days are numbered
Under fire but I remain the coolest
Where's the love, I hate to have to do this
King shit I think I’m back to rule it
Kill a king ya really feel the power
Hang the backstabber, kill the coward
Dopeamine I’m raw as coca leaf
Out of focus, they can’t hope to see
Bitches talk but I just don’t believe
Adam told us there's no hope for eve
Give a bitch the fuckin' moon and stars
Probably say that all she need is space
Now it's fuck her, I just feed the snakes
This the last supper jesus ate

[Hook: Belly & Travis Scott]
All these bitches come and go
All this money come and go
I'm just tryna double up
Stack it up just to blow it
Watch the money go
Watch the money go
We been trappin' on the phone
We been whippn' on the stove
She make millions on the pole
Where that money go
Where that money go
Can’t fuck with my team
We need like 100 money machine
Pay the price for these dreams
Where the money go
Where the money go (where the money go)
Where the money go
Where the money go (where the money go)

You can find out where the money
When you find it then you let me know

[Verse 2: Belly]
Smoke my thoughts and drink my fears
Pray to god but I don’t think he hears
Water muddy, but the crystal's clear
Case I need to make it crystal clear
Heart cold, but I don’t got no chill
Me and Satan we don’t got no deal
Everybody comin' for this dope
I think I might know how Chapo feels
They condemn the child that lives within
Then condemn the way we live as sin
Say I’m haunted, sipping triple gin
When I just wanna see my niggas win, damn
I just wanna see my niggas win
I just wanna see my niggas win

[Hook: Belly & Travis Scott]
All these bitches come and go
All this money come and go
I'm just tryna double up
Stack it up just to blow it
Watch the money go
Watch the money go
We been trappin' on the phone
We been whippn' on the stove
She make millions on the pole
Where that money go
Where that money go
Can’t fuck with my team
We need like 100 money machine
Pay the price for these dreams
Where the money go
Where the money go (where the money go)
Where the money go
Where the money go (where the money go)

Drunk Lyrics by Travi$ Scott
(Ft. Young Thug)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Travi$ Scott
Thugger thugger nigga

[Hook: Travi$ Scott and Young Thug]
Call your friends, let’s get drunk
Call your friends, let’s get drunk
Call your friends and let’s get drunk
Call your friends and let’s get drunk
Call your friends, let’s get drunk
Call your friends, let’s get drunk
Call your friends and let’s get drunk
Call your friends and let’s get drunk

[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott]
Twelve more hours left for us in a day
I’ve been drinkin’ all day, I’ve been floatin’ all day
Bring your ass over here now, you know where, how I stay
I’ve been gone for some time now I just want a lil’ taste
Mix it, mix it, pour (lean, lean), drinkin’, sippin’, slow
Lean so cold now, froze, froze, froze
Come on over, get drunk
Slide down, nigga, on the real, slide down, nigga, how it is
Off in the Bentley, bitch up in the Bentley
Got a hundred bitches on the private
[?] fightin’ in it
I’m the governor and a politician, you know
I’ve been gettin’ hammered from the go
I been in the fan for a smoke, yeah, ooh
Call your friends and get drunk, I need me a blunt
One, two, three and I’m gone, find me up in the sun
We ain’t just left the sun
(fuck ’em)

[Hook: Travi$ Scott and Young Thug]
Call your friends, let’s get drunk
Call your friends, let’s get drunk
Call your friends and let’s get drunk
Call your friends and let’s get drunk
Call your friends, let’s get drunk
Call your friends, let’s get drunk
Call your friends and let’s get drunk
Call your friends and let’s get drunk

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Caress lil’ mama for weed, and she did it for free
(Call your friends and lets get drunk)
That thing wet, baby, I need to skeet
(Call your friends let’s get drunk)
Yeah I need to skeet
Call it back from the track
Then I’ma speed race in that
Lil’ mama still got my back
Pull down your pants, I want crack
I’m rollin’ weed, this ain’t trees
My bitch brown like Hennessy
Bitch blood like Freddy in dreams
Dressed in a towel like the [?]
Drunk and in love with my baby
Baby do not forget your love drink
Tell me, tell me information, I got rained on me
Let’s take a shot together and then lay up like planks
Never ever, do I wanna leave my little lady
Patrón down, back down, they got a plan ‘fore that boy wake
Oh God, if I get her iced out, watch I won’t be light (I promise)
Every time I try to stick it in all the way
Baby girl be like “ay ay, ay ay”

[Hook: Travi$ Scott and Young Thug]
Call your friends, let’s get drunk
Call your friends, let’s get drunk
Call your friends and let’s get drunk
Call your friends and let’s get drunk
Call your friends, let’s get drunk
Call your friends, let’s get drunk
Call your friends and let’s get drunk
Call your friends and let’s get drunk

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

Miss My Dawgs Lyrics by Meek Mill
(Ft. Strap Da Fool & Travi$ Scott)

[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]
I miss my dawgs
I miss my dawgs
And they killed my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off
And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call
So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]
I miss my dawgs
I miss my dawgs
And they killed my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off
And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call
So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
They killed Chinx Drugz in his own city
They killed Lil Snupe in his own city
Wonder why I don't be in my own city
I don't know if niggas gone clap for me or going to kill me
Still living lavish and they still wonder why I act savage
All these guns and automatics
Still gonna murder these niggas that want to have it
Before they have me miss my son’s football practice
Fuck y’all niggas that killed Lil Snupe
And when we run into y’all niggas we gone kill y’all too
I still pray every young nigga feel that coupe
Cause young niggas feel like me, I feel like you
Fifty shades of grey, want to do me like Freddie
I pray to god, load my chopper, tell them niggas I’m ready
I’m riding round with my squad, it's Pmon and Omelly
I got Dean in the cut, my nigga Coon be so heavy
We got to make it back home tonight
So fuck the law, we brought the chrome tonight
Cause the cops won’t save you, you alone tonight
So tell a young nigga am I wrong or right

[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]
I miss my dawgs
I miss my dawgs
And they killed my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off
And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call
So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]
I miss my dawgs
I miss my dawgs
And they killed my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off
And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call
So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Sometimes I miss my dad, I wish he could see me now
Rolls Royce, he wouldn’t believe me now
The way I took my mom out the hood, got Tweety round
From the jects to the burbs, I wish you could meet me now
But you died before he was even round
But I set him straight though, look who he be around
And he sticks with the kids where they really play soccer
When he could’ve been a nigga on the corner with a chopper
You the one that taught me how to hold my hands before they got you
So I’mma fight hard for the fam until they pop us, till they rock us
You ain’t even get to meet my son Papi
He’s three now, and he be asking where his grandpop is
You see now, they talk us down, see my fam shopping
Now see the brand new Benz and the brand new houses
Know you see these brand new friends, acting brand new, smiling
And I just got brand new bills, that’s brand new problems
And my old homie told on me, like damn you wyling
And that shit you talk from jail don’t scare nobody
Cause you told, you dead now
And you know, nigga walk with your head down
RIP

[Outro: Travi$ Scott]
Fly high, so high, fly high, so high
Fly high, so high, so long, goodbye
Fly high, so high, so long, goodbye
So high, so high, so long, goodbye

White Girls Lyrics by Belly
(Ft. Travi$ Scott)

[Hook: Travi$ Scott]
White girls, for the white girl, they get all excited
Got enough in here to get us all indicted
Call up your girls, yeah they all invited
All I really need is your undivided
Undivided, undivided
All I really need is your undivided
Undivided, undivided
All I really need is your undivided

[Verse 1: Belly]
Fuck, five minutes just to roll shit off your skin
You ain't even throw the pussy, what the fuck you offerin'?
It could be a thousand bitches, I'ma tell 'em all, "Come in"
When all I really need is you, you
You, she don't chase liquor and won't chase niggas neither
You, she don't take pictures, can't take bitches neither
Me on that 401, 500 cash in the trunk like I'm on the run
I signed to Black 'fore they won
S'posed to be 50, the plug said there's more to come
But you kept it one on one
Promise whenever we ball it's a one on one
You are a one of one
Pick up the pieces whenever I come undone
Whenever I fall like the summer done, faded 'til I fall over
Even when my heart cold like fall over, you still fall over
And over again, and over, and over again
And over again, even though I'm gone with the wind
You'll probably say I'm wrong, I'm a dog to the end
I'm a dog to the end, I'm a dog to the end
And I ain't make the song to offend
So it's okay to sing along with your friends

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Belly]
She been around the world, never paid a flight
Told her stay tonight, I don't change your life
I just blame the life, blame these faded nights
She said, "Yeah, alright, that don't make it right"
But that don't make it wrong
Wanna talk about love? I'll play along
It's Dablo ho, don't you say it wrong
You got that shit I've been waitin' on
And I'ma fuck you in my own pace
Get some head now, pussy later on
Head now, pussy later on
Get a little head now, pussy later on
Bunch of white girls 'bout to start fuckin'
Penthouse lookin' like a Starbucks

[Hook] x2

Night Riders Lyrics by Major Lazer
(Ft. 2 Chainz, Mad Cobra, Pusha T & Travi$ Scott)

[Intro: Travi$ Scott]
You need to know that I'm a rider
Tonight we're gonna set the streets on fire
(Major Lazer)
Straight up

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Outlaw, outlaw, like I hit the PowerBall
Once all eyes is on me, throw them off like southpaw
Niggas love to count yours, hopin' that your paper fall
Wishing death upon me, but I'm here forevermore
I just get debated on, I just get my greatest on
Saint Laurent on speed dial, I just put the latest on
Bring it on, bring it on, you want war, then bring it on
Set this bitch on fire, nigga, we can have a sing along

[Hook: Travi$ Scott] x2
You need to know that I'm a rider
Tonight we're gonna set the streets on fire
All I need is the gas and a lighter
And we'll have one hell of a time

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Got a California king in my condo
Got a motherfuckin' big screen by the front door
Got a guest bed room filled up with fur coats
Nigga ain't no room in this bitch to even jump rope
Yeah, the fire and desire and I'm higher than my prior
My attire I acquire might require a Malayah
Woah my acception, deny it, no denial
I'll be in the court room on the table screamin', "Rider!"

[Hook] x2

[Verse 3: Mad Cobra]
Tell them liquor, pussy, then the fire lit
Dutty wine [?]
White line , yellow tip , book your flight , [?]
Send that pussy back to Jamaica where the [?]
Play with this mad man, you get a split wig
[?]
West coast, East coast, we love [?]
Bullet through your fuckin' vest if your chest exports

[Hook] x2

[Bridge: Travi$ Scott]
All we do is relax, sit back and smoke
We ain't got no job, we goin' for broke
That ain't stoppin' from gettin', gettin' outta here
Takin' off in our cars, feel like we're in your ears
Scream...
You need to know that I'm a rider

[Hook]

Trippin’ On Me Lyrics by Tommy Brown
(Ft. Eric Bellinger & Travi$ Scott)

[Hook: Travi$ Scott]
My girl be thinkin' 'bout girls, she's always trippin' on me
She be trippin' on me, trippin' on me
My girl be thinkin' 'bout girls, she's always trippin' on me
She be trippin' on me, she be trippin' on me
I told that bitch, "Hallelujah, more power to you"
I be power trippin', it ain't nothin' new though
I told that bitch, "sayonara, see you later
Adios, I'm gettin' to the paper"

[Verse 1: Tommy Brown]
She always reachin' for my phone, but we ain't married
She say she love me for me, but she loves the karats
She done met all of my niggas, now I'm embarrassed
Took her all around the world, even took trips to Paris

[Refrain: Tommy Brown]
Now with all this bread I spent, buyin' all your shit
How could I pretend we could just be friends?
And with all the arguments and the "where the hell you been?"
You had good intent, but I must admit

[Hook: Travi$ Scott]

[Verse 2: Travi$ Scott]
She always reachin' for my phone, baby we ain't married
And she don't like when I sip that lean, she say it makes me scary
Baby don't try to worry, oh no ordinary
I give you that good dick, longer than a dictionary

[Refrain: Travi$ Scott] + [Hook: Travi$ Scott + Eric Bellinger]

What did I do to lose all your trust?
Girl why you so damn insecure?
Why would I do anything to jeopardize our love?
Girl why you so damn paranoid?
Maybe it's cause you know what you was doin' last night
Maybe you wasn't with your girls when I was really with my boys
Guess I can thank your conscience

[Hook: Travi$ Scott + Eric Bellinger]

All Day Lyrics by Kanye West
(Ft. Travi$ Scott)

[Intro]
All day, nigga

[Hook 1]
All day, nigga
How long you niggas ball? All day, nigga
How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga
How many thots do you got on call? All day, nigga
Swish, swish, [..] All day, nigga
Take you to get this fly? All day, nigga
Tell your P.O. how high long you been high? All day, nigga
Y’all already know I’m straight from the Chi, all day, nigga
South, south side! All day, nigga

[Verse 1]
It’s Ye, nigga
Shoppin’ for the winter, and it’s just May, nigga
Ball so hard, man, this shit cray, nigga
And you ain’t gettin’ money ‘less you got eight figures
It’s Ye, nigga
Red leather jacket with the MJ zippers
Just a little sign from the pimps, aye nigga
Got a middle finger longer than Dikembe, nigga, uh
All day, nigga
Ye in the buildin’ like a hallway, nigga
Big in the game like an arcade, nigga
I jump in the whip, Audi R8, nigga
Still got the 100 with the small face, nigga
Might spend 50 racks on my off day, nigga
Might […]
[…]
You a Rico Suave nigga
Ridin’ ’round listening to Sade nigga
Ridin’ ’round saying that it’s all Ye nigga
You an actor, you should be on Broadway nigga
Cause you do shit too Broadway nigga
Your bitch got an ass but my broad way thicker
[..]
President in Brooklyn like the Barclays Center

[Hook 2]
All Day nigga
[..] All day nigga
How long them [reversed?] been at the mall? All day nigga
How long it take you to get this fly? All day nigga
Tell your P.O. how how long you been high? All day nigga
Brought something for the road something for the ride, all day nigga
Bad bitch finna pump and the Glock to the side, all day nigga
Y’all already know I’m straight from the Chi, all day, nigga
South, south side! All day, nigga
All day nigga

High Fashion Lyrics by Travis Scott
(Ft. Future)

[Intro]
We we we we predicted this you hear me, we predicted this

[Hook: Future]
See how they at me, see how they at me
Tryna catch me, tryna snatch me
Fly fashion, say I’m fashion
Higher fashion, I’m on acid
I move like I’m on acid, grind I’m higher fashion
I do it real drastic, I do it real drastic
Everything everlasting, money stretch like elastic
And I’m strapped with that plastic
And I’m strapped with that plastic
I love this music with a passion

[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott]
They see Margiela blunts, Louis Vuitton double cups
Designer jersey get seamed up, if it tastes good
Niggas rollin’ like rollers might roll up in dun dun dun
Don’t think that I’ve had enough
Cuz I been on the binge
Scored a coke model thats a high fashion win
Splurgin’ in the mall got me spendin’ all my ends
Yeah, we made it to the hills now
Coke costs a couple bills now
Yeah tell me how it feels now
Tired of motherfuckers who wanna be trill
Yeah, down south it get real
Diamonds two steppin’] every time I crack the grill
Niggas still hate hatin’ niggas how I live

[Hook: Future]

[Verse 2: Future]
Flyin’ fashion, flyin’ fashion, flyin’ fashion
In a recession bitch, I got collections bitch
Out of respect the bitch, I won’t say fuck the bitch
And then go and fuck the bitch
I seen her self conscious, little devil inside me
And I’m tryin’ to hide it
This lean got me nauseous, but I keep on usin’
And with so much Givenchy, and they say I’m abusin’ it
I went and tried to sit down with the Pope
To tell him I was usin’ to much dope
The only way I tell him anything, he gotta plug me in with the coke

[Hook: Future] x2

Quintana Lyrics
by Travi$ Scott (Ft. Wale)

[Hook]
Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana
Damn, she smoke my dope… swear to God we go Rambo
If you disrespect the dope… straight from Mexico call her Quintana
Damn, she smoke my dope… swear to God we go Rambo
If you disrespect the dope…

[Verse 1]
Praise to the pope, bless you with this dope
Step into my world where we get ghost, cause in my mind we float
Everytime we step in 2-1-0, they tweeking off the coke
Fuck I’m out my mind, I’m burning bread so much lets have a toast
My niggas and momma know that if I wasn’t here, nigga I’d be dead
Now I’m in the building thinking billions counting millions, what a feeling
Remember when I never, ever made shit
Now me and my niggas rocking chains and them suede shits
Now who the slave, bitch?

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Straight from the lair or Himalayas
I got more keys than the mayor, let’s have a prayer
So devine, I put my pager, eye of the later
Dawn to dusk I’m trying to get made, I been up for days
Damn I’ll never pop another pill, man that shit is real
Girl you know you fuckin’ with La Flame, you know you know the drill
I reach to the heavens, Lord forgive me, I sin
May La Flame live forever, and always bring ‘em in
(Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana)
(Damn, she smoke my dope… swear to God we go Rambo)
(If you disrespect the dope…)

[Verse 3: Wale]
God, niggas can’t fuck with me
I’ve got a bunch of bitches tryna fuck with me
I’m unsociable with like most of them
‘Cause I don’t socialize with them suckers, man
Normally, I’m with them mollies
This is the nail in the coffin, niggas is soft
Niggas remind me of nails at a spa
So under-polished, novices
They barkin’ up the wrong tree
Never let me be, trust me
If you with me, then you goin’ H
I got them sweatin’ like these bitches herein all day
And I’m off Atlantic, 2-1 rob ‘em, bumbaclot, nigga
Not a P-O-K, I’m out for the VS
Get lifted, few zips like a c-check
Use piff, short words for the loose girls
All mine’s re-up, y’all regret
Don’t worry ’bout my team, my team is set
Don’t worry ’bout T, it’s in depth
When it come to the ma’fuckin’ c-notes
We starters, it’s the ma’fuckin’ glee club, goddamn

[Bridge]
La Flame, don’t play no games
These niggas is lames
This niggas ain’t lords, we the new lords
(Mercy me, oh, mercy me)
(Mercy me, oh, mercy me)
(Mercy me, oh, mercy me)

[Hook]

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