Naya Rivera - Sorry Ft. Big Sean Lyrics

Naya Rivera - Sorry Ft. Big Sean Lyrics:

[Hook: Naya Rivera]

Sorry, I’m not sorry

Cause I’ve been rolling round, shut it down, lady

Bagged him up, now he’s my baby

Sorry, I’m not sorry

Yeah, you had your fun now it’s done, crazy

Lookin’ at his number one lady

S-O-R-R-Y, S-O-R-R-Y

Yeah you had your fun, now it’s done, crazy

Lookin’ at his number one lady

[Verse 1: Naya Rivera]

I don’t really know much about you

But it’s clear you know my name

So I guess all I can tell you

Is that I don’t have much to say

If you used to be the one

Well I don’t know shit about it

I don’t know shit about it

But I know you are mad about it

He loves the way I put it down

Starstruck on what he found

You wish that it played out different

Yeah I know it sucks, girl

I’m so…

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Naya Rivera]

Now you showing up at his house

Looking like a hot mess, honey

I think it’s time for you to cut it out

Tryna save you from looking funny

I guess until you find somebody

You’re a hashtag and pity party

Party, party, party, party

All I gotta say is, I’m so…

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]

You’re now rolling with the all-time high, never satisfied

Forever getting paid off what money can’t buy

Oh, my girl so fine that you scared to tell her “hi”

She a all-around ten like a high five

And we ain’t fall in love, we skydive

I always get off when she’s on, she’s there

I’m gone, I call her “fine”, she call me “Sean”

And I love ‘em quarter G, quarter freak

Quarter Puerto Ric, quarter sweet

Honolu-lulu out on the beach

South of France me and my Mona Lis’

Bon appétit, mon ami

[Hook:]

[Outro: Naya Rivera]

Amber, Brittany, Tiffany

Sorry he belongs to me

Heather, Ashley, Stephanie

Sorry it just wasn’t meant to be

Big Sean - Control (HOF) Lyrics (Ft Jay Electronica & Kendrick Lamar)

Big Sean - Control (HOF) Lyrics (Ft Jay Electronica & Kendrick Lamar):

[Intro: Big Sean]

I look up

Yeah and I take my time

I'mma take my time, woah

Power moves only

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Boy I'm 'bout my business on business

I drink liquor on liquor

I had women on women

Yeah that's bunk bed bitches

I've done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin'

Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin'

But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base

On some ground ball shit

Cause now I run my city on some town hall shit

They prayin' on my motherfuckin' downfall bitch like a drought but

You gon' get this rain like it's May weather

G.O.O.D. Music, Ye weather

Champagne just tastes better

They told me I never boy, never say never

Swear flow special like an infant's first steps

I got paid to reverse debts

Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress

So now I'm talkin' to the reaper to reverse death

So I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride

Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried

Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside

No matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind

In my mind, but fuck tryin' and not doin'

Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'

I said fuck tryin' and not doin'

Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'

I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac bitch, and got ruined

So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid

I can't motherfuckin' stop movin'

Go against me, you won't stop losin'

From the city where every month is May-

Day at home, spray your dome

Niggas get sprayed up like AK was cologne for a paycheck or loan

Yeah I know that shit ain't fair

They say that Detroit ain't got a chance, we ain't even got a mayor

You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone

I knew that the world was for the taking and it wouldn't take long

We on, tryna be better than everybody that's better than everybody

Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit wrecks everybody

I'm so fuckin' first class I could spit up on every pilot

The city's my Metropolis, feel it, it's metabolic

And I'm over niggas sayin' they're the hottest niggas

Then run to the hottest niggas just to stay hot

I'm one of the hottest because I flame drop

Drop fire, and not because I'm name droppin'

Hall of Fame droppin'

And I ain't takin' shit from nobody unless they're OG's

Cause that ain't the way of an OG

So I GO collect more G's, every dollar

Never changed though, I'm just the new version of old me

Forever hot headed but never got cold feet

Got up in the game won't look back at my old seats

Clique so deep we take up the whole street

I need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week, Sean Don

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]

Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' their minds

Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond

Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize

I'm not gonna fold or demise

(I don't smoke crack, motherfucker I sell it!)

Everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon

So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc

Don't pop me no fucking pill, I'mma a pop you and give you this

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit

So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this shit

So many bombs, make Farrakhan think Saddam in this bitch

One at a time, I line 'em up and bomb on they mom

While she watchin' the kids

I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists

I'm important like the pope, I'm a muslim on pork

I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the king of New York

King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both

The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes

Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces

Cartier bracelets for my women friends I'm in Vegas

Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be?

If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me

I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable

Fuck y'all clubs, fuck y'all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts

Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt

This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch

I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons

Mollies'll prolly turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan

A bunch of rich ass white girls lookin' for parties

Playin with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give 'em the car key

Judge me 'til the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney

You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley

(I don't smoke crack motherfucker I sell it)

I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis

I'm aimin' straight for your pelvis, you can't stomach me

You plan on stumpin' me? Bitch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me

Bitch I put one on yours, I'm Sean Connery

James Bonding with none of you niggas, climbing 100 mil in front of me

And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way

And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake

I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time

Bout who's the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas

Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y'all

New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved

And I ain't rockin no more designer shit

White T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red Corvettes anonymous

I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhymin' wit

But this is hip hop and them niggas should know what time it is

And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale

Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake

Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac Miller

I got love for you all but I'm tryna murder you niggas

Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas

They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas

What is competition? I'm tryna raise the bar high

Who tryna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive

Out the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grand

With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as fuck tryna land

With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg

Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head

Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said

That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread

[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]

You could check my name on the books

I Earth, Wind, and Fire’d the verse, then rained on the hook

The legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roof

The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks

Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers

We live by every single word she ever told us

Watch over your shoulders

And keep a tin of beans for when the weather turns the coldest

The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over

Put your trust in the Lord but tether your Chevy Nova

I’m spittin' this shit for closure

And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova

For all you magicians that’s fidgeting with the cobra

I’m silent as a rock, ‘cause I came from a rock

That’s why I came with a rock, then signed my name on the Roc

Draw a line around some Earth, then put my name on the plot

Cause I endured a lot of pain for everything that I got

The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rains from the heart

And the tissue is like an angel kissin you in the dark

You go from blind sight to hindsight, passion of the Christ

Right, to baskin' in the limelight, it take time to get your mind right

Jay Electricity, PBS mysteries

In a lofty place, tangling with Satan over history

You can’t say shit to me - Alhamdulillah

It’s strictly by faith that we made it this far

Drake - All Me Ft. 2 Chainz & Big Sean Lyrics

Drake - All Me Ft. 2 Chainz & Big Sean Lyrics:

[Intro:]

I’m really stepping up my game

These bitches gotta start paying me for this

Can’t get no more free Randy

[Hook: Drake]

Got everything, I got everything

I cannot complain, I cannot

I don’t even know how much I really made, I forgot

It’s a lot, f-ck that, nevermind what I got

Nigga don’t watch that cause I

Came up, that’s all me

Stay true, that’s all me

No help, that’s all me

All me forreal

Came up, that’s all me

Stay true, that’s all me

No help, that’s all me

All me forreal

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

Money on my mind, you should think the same

J’s on, pinky ring

Dogging these hoes, I need quarantine

In the same league, but we don’t ball the same

She want all the fame

I hear that shit all the time

She said she love me

I said, “Baby girl, fall in line,” ok

Made a million, off of denim

Fuck, watch me switch it up

Walked in, “Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!”

You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo

Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note

From the A to toronto, we let the metal go off

And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off

This that sauce, this that dressing

Givenchy, nigga god bless ya

If having a bad bitch was a crime

I would be arrested, (True)

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Drake]

I touched down at ’86

Knew I was a man by the age of 6

I even fucked girls that used to babysit

But thats was years later on some crazy shit

I heard your new shit, nigga hated it

Damon Waynes told me dont play that shit

Get paid a lot you get paid a bit

And my latest shit is like the greatest hits

God damn

Ain’t no wishing over on this side

Y’all don’t f-ck wit’ us and we don’t f-ck wit’ y’all, it’s no different over on this side

God damn

Should I listen to everybody or myself?

Cause myself just told myself, “You the maf-ckin’ man, you don’t need no help”

[Drake:]

All Me. All Me. Oh my. I think I done f-cked too many women from the 305

Smoking all that kush all in our section like its legalized

Girl, you can’t always have it your way, sometimes It’d be like that

They dont really f-ck with you like that, then they did me like that

I just took my time, I let you shine, I let you … like that

I been taught never to loan somebody what you need right back

And I need that shit right back

Big Sean - Fire Lyrics

Big Sean - Fire Lyrics:

[Hook]

Tell ‘em that I need more

Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire

Tell ‘em that we need more

Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire

Tell ‘em that I need more

Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it,

Dealt with real life shit, Manned up and got through it

I’m a real D Boy, take a look up in my face,

Never did real estate, but still put you in your place

I don’t trust dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas,

From where they rock ski-masks and don’t nobody ski

Every time I spit a verse, my city like “Preach!”,

Niggas thought I got evicted how my shit up in the streets

B-I-G Sean, ain’t nothing obese, but the feast,

Swear I’m skinny cause I’m always on my feet

Gotta hustle every second, stacking paper every week,

Boy I’m in the field for real, I might run up in some cleats

Was in Japan so long, I almost learn to speak, had to leave,

Back to the hood, where they don’t understand unless you speaking trapanese

If I fall down, bet I only trampoline, bounce back,

Back on my feet, that’s just how I be

I be out of town repping valid as an absentee

Lord Chief, Jealous motherfuckers trying to absent me

Fuck these niggas up, now it’s Absinthe,

Trying to pass on me, when I’m first place in the Playoffs bitch

I’m even working half days on my day off bitch,

Say it’s gon kill me fuck it, I work graveyard shifts,

‘Long as that weed and money, chilling and the power

Bitch I need that fucking fire

[Hook]

Tell ‘em that I need more

Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire

Tell ‘em that we need more

Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire

Tell ‘em that I need more

Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire

[Bridge]

Right now, right now, right now,

I know it’s been a long, long

It’s been a long, long time,

A long time, I know it’s been a long, long time

[Verse 2: Big Sean]

I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it

Can do anything in the world except not do it

Bought my fam new six star crib

Momma feeling like she jewish, I’m the motherfucking truest

Yeah I talk about my mom, but shoutout to my dad

Would drive me to school every single chance he had

Tell me ’bout the crazy girls and all about his past

And gave me the talks that made me to a man

Not everybody got a dad but they got a Uncle Sam

And he ain’t came around till I made a 100 grand

Coming from Detroit where everybody say “whaddup tho?”

Horror movie [?]

Watch who you hustle [?]

The grandma sad when she saw my commercial

Stop having people at your show that wasn’t at rehearsal’s

Don’t try to get a office at the Empire State

To bring it back to empire’s plate, that’s home

Man, I’m reppin’ for my entire state

Prayin’ that I won’t be late, when it’s all finished at the endin’

After all bottles spill it, throttle gripping, models switching

Chin chilling in my villa, fucking like I tryna populate a village

I’m replenished, I done do it just for the money

Man, for the feeling, I made it through the…

[Hook]

Tell ‘em that I need more

Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire

Tell ‘em that we need more

Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire

Tell ‘em that I need more

Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire

[Bridge]

Right now, right now, right now,

I know it’s been a long, long

It’s been a long, long time,

A long time, I know it’s been a long, long time

[Outro]

But it’s never, never been to late

It’s never, never been to late

It’s never, never been to late

It’s never ever been to late

Right now, right now

I know it’s been a long time

I know it’s been a long, long time

Just know it’s never, never been to late

It’s never, never been to late

It’s never ever been to late

It’s never ever been to late

To do what you wanna do

Fuck everything else

Big Sean - Beware Ft. Lil Wayne & Jhene Aiko Lyrics

Big Sean - Beware Ft. Lil Wayne & Jhene Aiko Lyrics:

[Big Sean & Jhene Aiko:]
When you said it was over
You shot right throhgh my heart
When you let these hoes tear what we had right apart
Oooh, I’m so mad
I could ‘ve see this coming right from the start
You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart

[Big Sean:]
Praying to a sky all black
Looking at the stars like they finna talk back
Looking at my phone like she finna call back
But last night I feel like probably ended all that
Cause by now she woulda sent a text in all caps
Then another one tryna take all back
Saying f-ck you, I misss you or I hate you so much
Cause girls only say “hate you” to the guyz they love
I know, I know, I know
The highs, the lows it comes and goes
You say “be real” I try, I don’t
Cause you take anything and just make it everything
Kept my phone on silence ever since you got a ring (funny right?)
And I never cheated (I mean, maybe once, twice)
One time don’t change everything
She ask why I don’t feel the same, I’m still the same
She’s still insane and know she’s saying

[Big Sean & Jhene Aiko:]
When you said it was over
You shot right throhgh my heart
When you let these hoes tear what we had right apart
Oooh, I’m so mad
I could ‘ve see this coming right from the start
You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart

[Big Sean:]
Okay, skeet, smoke
Sleep, cal, text
Woke, spoke,
Lie, feel, Lisa ew
Time, kill, months, still

I got somebody baby mama calling me daddy
I drank too much, please call be cabby
Penthouse after party hoes want that addy
F-ck they can ride with us, crawl in a Caddy
Third row is when you call, I hit cancel
Really, I hit answer, f-ck  I hate when that happens
Phone in my pocket for the whole night
And you heard bitches screamin’ til my phone dies
Then she text me like “why you still talk to my mama?”
How the f-ck you run around with condoms?
Why you make me get this tattoo?
Man, f-ck this tattoo you the reason
I wasn’t single in college
What? all beacause I had you
Nigga I don’t even have you
How she called the next guy spillin’ some real shit
Now they problems he got to deal with

[Big Sean & Jhene Aiko:]
When you said it was over
You shot right throhgh my heart
When you let these hoes tear what we had right apart
Oooh, I’m so mad
I could ‘ve see this coming right from the start
You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart

[Lil Wayne:]
Girl, don’t believe them hoes
Cause they don’t wanna see us together
And you already know you’re too fly
But baby, don’t get your hair caught in the propellers
I be tryna tell her these hoes is jealous
You know they never like it when you never say never
long hair, red bone, but her pussy is hairless
Muah, I french kiss it like we in Paris
I be screaming out, “I ain’t no woman like the one I got”
But she be always worrying about the one I f-cked
She said it’s gonna be me, myself and I
Damn, that would make me a one-eted f-ck
Sch, I was so mad
Damn, you used to ride a nigga like a moped
But players f-ck up, my bad
And just to kkep from crying, I laughed

[Big Sean & Jhene Aiko:]
When you said it was over
You shot right throhgh my heart
When you let these hoes tear what we had right apart
Oooh, I’m so mad
I could ‘ve see this coming right from the start
You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart

[Jhene Aiko:]
Baby, Last tome calling me baby
lat time calling me crazy
Crazy, crazy 2x

Big Sean - Switch Up Ft. Common Lyrics

Big Sean - Switch Up Ft. Common Lyrics:

[Bridge 1]
Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it (x3)
I said I think its time to kill it

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Bitch Im sexy as fuck
You aint gotta tell me
I ride around to Pac, I fuck my girl to R, Kelly
Tell her make me a sandwich, no PB & jelly
She look back like God damn what you think this a deli?
I’m screamin’ hell yeah trick, hell yeah woo
That shit make her love me more, she know I love her too
She know I been to Hell and through
I need what reverends do
Power of the revenue got me up two to ten, ten to two
Oooh, I gotta shine boy I be a star
On fire thats a meteor so Im either or
On tv with Orita or set your DVR
Stackin’ money face to face
What that mean? CPR
Eerday day gay, gang bang made ya paint
D-town I ride around me and my dog like Charlie Brown
Just trying to get that white money you know, countin’ K-K-K’s
On a day-to-day day base, then vacay for eight days ooh
You know motherfuckin taken a vacation
Put palm trees up in my house and have a staycation
Getting paid while chillen now thats a paycation
Full glass of champagne oh no you cant ..

[Bridge: Big Sean]
I seen cars switch up
I seen hoes switch up
I seen money Ill switch up
When the days get dimmer
Who gon’ leave you there when who gon leave which ya?
This is for the ones thats always ridin’ with ya

[Hook]
Aint switch, I aint switch up
Naw, naw I aint switch up
The same me, naw naw I aint switch up
The same team, naw naw I aint switch up
I aint switch up, I think its time to kill it

[Bridge 1]
Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it (x3)
I said I think its time to kill it

[Verse 2: Common]
Bought a Cadilliac now Im Cadillac calm
She ride it right, well Im ridin’ right
Put a Cadillac on that lawn
Might even let her meet Ye
Might even let her meet Sean
Might even let her meet Push
She never meet my mom
Chi-town is my town
I ride around like I’m lying down
Southside my eyes down
I’m the shit ya’ll fly around
Ouh Im in the mode today
Sayin’ what the fuck Im supposed to say
Movin’ making money got the trashbags back
Smoke cheeba with liters
Pussy sweeter I eat her
Got strippers and Diva’s, plus some cougars and cheetahs
Oh, oh you with GOOD
Put me on like Bonita
I say ease up, ease up ease up
Aint nobody fuckin with my clique

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
And all these bad bitches man they wonder (they do)
Ugh, all I care about is my crew
My family of women, except these women is hoe’in
And these hoes that be stealin’
Tryna get em a cut, thats how you end up with stitches
I tell her bitch quit playin’, and play your position
Either move or get devoured, fuck a coward
I be fresher then these motherfuckers head to toe
If I rocked Eddie Bauer, but I dont
Or I gold, everything I do I do it overboard Michael Phelps splash,
Smile for the polaroid, self-employed
Now you shelf employed, D-Boy
Never sold, but I still got more lines than corduroy
And im with the same crew til I’m an old man
Cause there no such thing as new old friends

[Bridge: Big Sean]

[Hook]

[Bridge 1]

[Outro: Big Sean]
Rollin’ with the same team I aint switch shit
Rollin’ with the same team I aint switch shit
Im with the same OG’s
The same home team and you know my team
Aint switch

The Game - Burn (Remix) Ft. Meek Mill & Big Sean Lyrics

The Game - Burn (Remix) Ft. Meek Mill & Big Sean Lyrics:

[Intro]
Hey yo, Arthur, call that nigga Walle,
Tell that nigga to call French Montana
Tell French to call motherfucking Meek Mill
Tell that nigga let me hold this beat one more time nigga
Mmg, waddup?

[The Game]
Rolling up on them 20’s, hoes all over my car though
Getting bitches that lucci, black ricky Ricardo
Gucci, Gucci, that Prada, Prada,
Fireworks in this bitch
Tell them hoes to go on my bottle
They gonna die thirst in this bitch
I supply the work niggas talk I gotta murk
Fresh to death I gotta hearse
I fuck the bitch you by the purse
Fuck nigga, I ain’t stunting no fuck nigga
28 to my truck nigga, pack the track wassup nigga
You don’t ride for them bucks nigga

Yeah, I’m in the kitchen going ham again
We ain’t throwing bottles nigga, we don’t get them hammers in
Tony Parker so real niggas know that’s hoes shit
All you single niggas put this new dick on your old bitch
I’ve been high since 06 I’ve been rich since 08
Since Wale had short hair, I’ve been Popping that Rose
Hey, what them hoes say, hurricane he wanted ten
Walk in the club with 100 rounds
Let my niggas in and we shut it down
That’s calamy on Minday, Rocksbery on Thursday
Toxic on Saturday, tell Arthur I ain’t got a day
Grey stones on my chain, grey stones on Sunday
Bad bitches in line outside, you gonn get it one day, bitch
You aren’t made for this
So many chains on me they think that I slave in this bitch
We throwing money everywhere, that jayz on I don’t never wear
Got a bad bitch from Delaware, that derry on shake the derriere
Whoa, Nelly, where the fuck is Nelly?
Got a bitch yelling ea, while a nigga watching belly
Got a bitch to love ti, got a bitch to love tutu
Tell him soon to the bi, tell them hoes it’s all Gucci
I got Louie, I got Loubies, nigga my life is a movie
Popping bottles like I’m b way, tell them send me like three space
Peach Sirrock, coconut, cranberry, open up
Then we neck in tron, real nigga I’m gone

[Meek Mill]
Chain all V.S. I ain’t with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O’s in the P.Jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like

[Big Sean]
90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can’t believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn’t made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin’ I pray to God that you see me
I’m on a yacht getting hella’ high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi’s
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain’t CC’ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it’s B.S. boy I run my city

[Meek Mill]
End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach Greenbay they packed
Y’all niggas was snackin’ ‘member the hard nights we trappin’
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it’s Damier and we bombs away on y’all big rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera inserted back
Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white was serving that I been to jail I ain’t going back
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin’d yo ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo

[Big Sean]
Niggas wanna talk what they gon’ say (gon’ say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Let that shit burn I’mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I’mma let that shit burn

[Big Sean]
Bitch I had one shot and I ain’t blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra

[Meek Mill]
Burn bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn chyea (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain’t never learned shit

[Big Sean]
Oh that’s your girl? Damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
She naked in my studio I’m on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit different day I ain’t broke no more it’s a different day
Don’t turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it’s lifting weights
It’s Sean Don sippin’ Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom’s
My Rollie don’t tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom, lil’ bitch

[Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill]

Big Sean - Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper Ft. Mac Miller Lyrics

Big Sean - Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper Ft. Mac Miller Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Now gimme everything I ask for or end up in a cast ho
Never slowing down that’s why I’m gettin’ paid fast-forward
Standing on my money, that’s a cash flow (oh)
Smokin’ medical, sippin’ chemical I need a labcoat
From where they livin’ off food stamps that’s past poor
Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport
Yeah I made it out, made it up, and I’ll remain makin’ it up
Never satisfied what I make, no such thing as makin’ enough
Bitch I’m livin’ like its monopoly
Tryna dodge jail and I’m buyin’ up the property
Yo wifey was down with monogamy, til’ she started massagin’ me
But you can have a dollar ho, blame it on the economy
A young player at the tip-top
Bitch niggas hatin’, bad bitches wanna liplock
I could show you the ropes, since I got the game in a slipknot
From a city of G’s I’m just the one that was picked out.

[Hook: Big Sean]
Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
You might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man, everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah)
Boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?
Bitch I’m tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin’ my paper.

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Bitch, unzip my pants fore you try and take them off
Open wide, say ah then you cough
See I got so many shows, think it’s a season of Lost
Get money uniform, you can see I’m on my job
Ah damn, bitch you better stand in your lane
All my jams are so insane, you just Danity Kane
Straight pussy, and no balls
Rockin’ jeans and thug sandals, that’s a faux pas
Have em all like (Oh God) Everytime we showin’ off
True players what we is and true players don’t dissolve
They evolve into a Gotti, was illa then you thought you was
Now we in Bugattis ridin’ shotty when we shoppin’ for some good shit
I don’t claim no hood shit
But I guarantee you I ain’t on that Hollywood shit
Hey, unless it’s chilling up at Holiday Hills
And that’s sixteen bars, all of em ill (What)

Say Say Say
True players what we is and true players don’t dissolve (6x)

[Hook: Big Sean]
Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah) boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?
Bitch I’m tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin’ my paper