DJ Khaled - No New Friends feat. Drake, Rick Ross & Lil Wayne Lyrics

[Hook: Drake]

Yeah I stay down with my day one niggas and we in the club screaming

No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new

Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say

No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new

I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need

No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new

I stay down from day one so I say

Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas

Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas

One more time

Fuck all ya'll niggas except my niggas

Fuck all ya'll niggas, stay down from day one so I say

(Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!)

[Drake]

Man this shit so ill that we had to restart it

H-town my second home like I'm James Harden

Money counter go burrr, when you sellin' out the Garden

Four car garage, pornstar ménage

Birdman go brrr cause he know this shit retarded

Fuck her on the floor before we make it to the bed

That's what your ass really call started from the bottom, yes lord

OVO sound man I'm proud of my niggas,

Knew that we would make it never doubted my niggas

All my bitches love me

If I had a baby mama she would probably be richer then a lot of you niggas

Aye that's luxury dawg, day one niggas man ya'll stuck with me dawg

Ever since Youtube niggas been calling me the leader of the new school

Fuck with me dawg, yeah

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]

Your bitch all in my photographs, ho niggas got hate for me

Big homies all certified, nothing niggas gon' take from me

Follow codes, study game, feed fam nigga fuck fame

All black my whip foreign, these bad hoes keep tiptoeing

Down in Turks and Caicos, dope boy that's my dress code

All I hug is blood nigga, Khaled that's my flesh tho

All I want is love nigga, money bring that stress tho

Smoke good I love life, strip club like erry night

Every night my same niggas day one straight menace (Rozay!)

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]

Ugh, I'm here with my niggas, I'm too high to be friendly

They throw dirt on my name, well that's why they still dig me

And I'm tired of all this hating, I thank God for my patience

I thank God for my homies, I wish we could trade places

Bitch we good-fellas, boy all them niggas with you they just pall bearers

And if we ball catch us, remember sip slow, live fast

Young Money, stay young

I been Cash Money since day one

Tunechi

[Hook]

[Future]

Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas

Fuck them other niggas cuz' I'm down for my niggas

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ROCKO - U.E.N.O feat. Rick Ross & Future Lyrics

[Future]

U.O.E.N.O it

Ol' high class niggas

This shit sound crazy

Fly shit only

You know what I’m sayin’?

[Hook: Future]

This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don't even know it

This a thousand dollar pint of lean and you don't even know it

This a half a million dollar car, you don't even know it

I came up from bottom, you don't even know it

My niggas all ride with me on, you don't even know it

Got killers with me right now, you don't even know it

This a million dollar watch nigga, you don't even know it

Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don't even know it

[Rocko]

Ay that monster truck, sit tall as fuck, it’s so big can’t even tow it

Don't like snakes keep my grass cut, so low can't even mow it

Sip Dom Perri', little high glow, no no we don’t do Moet

If it ain't P.J., no Rose from me hostess don’t even pour it

Specks on Tom Ford, button-down Michael Kors

Always on like the refrigerator, I’m plugged in, ho, you know it

A.P., and that Piguet with the Breitling when I’m bored

Got a Masterpiece and a 41-millimeter, and you ain’t even know it

Keep the .45 in my pocket: ain’t gon' show it 'til I have to pop it

Then you gone know it, damn who shot you, they don’t even know it

Hawks game fuckin' floor it, TV seat front row it

Rocko Da Don CEO it, ain’t gotta rap and you know it

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]

That nigga sold you that rerock, you ain't even know it

I die over these Reeboks, you ain't even know it

Put Molly all in her champagne, she ain’t even know it

I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain't even know it

Got a hundred acres I live on, you ain't even know it

Got a hundred rounds in this AR, you ain't even know it

Got a bag of bitches I play with, on cloud 9 in my spaceship

Zoned out but he stay fresh from Zone 1 through Zone 6

Bricks all in my blood, birds all in my dreams

Boats all in my yard, lemon pepper my wings

I’m bout to get you fuck niggas wacked, you ain't even know it

Your main nigga bout to turn his back, you ain't even know it

[Hook]

[Future]

I’m turned up every day, you don’t even know it

Got your bitch with me right now, you don’t even know it

We turn up in the club, you don’t even know it

Got a hundred bottles comin', you don’t even know it

We came up from nothin', you don’t even know it

Drive a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it

This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don't even know it

Got a bitch that speak no English, she don't even know it

[Hook]

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Ace Hood - Bugatti ft. Future & Rick Ross Lyrics

[Future]

We the motherfuckin best nigga

Ace Hood

Its Over, Future

[Hook: Future]

I go looking for you with Haitians

I stay smoking on good Jamaican

I fuck bitches from different races

You get money they started hating

I walk up in a new Bugatti

I walk up in a new Bugatti

I walk up in a new Bugatti

I walk up in a new Bugatti

I walk up in a new Bugatti

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]

Niggas be hatin I'm rich as a bitch

100 K I spent that on my wrist

Two hundred thousand I spent that on your bitch

You and your model put that on the list

Oh there he go in that foreign again

Killin the scene bring the coroner in

Murder she wrote, swallow or choke

Hit her and go home and call her again

Woke up early morning, crib as big as a college

Smoke me a pound of the loudest

Whippin some shit with no mileage

Diamonds cost me a fortune

Them horses all in them Porsches

You pussies can't handle afford it

4,200 my mortgage

Ballin on niggas like Kobe

Fuck all you haters you bore me

Only the real get a piece of the plate

Reppin my city I'm runnin my state

Give me a pistol then run with the K's

Niggas want beef then I visit ya place Bang!

[Hook]

[Ace Hood]

Yeah, and I'm at it again

There go that flow bringin tragedy in

Copped me a chain your salary spent

Niggas is sweepin them cavities in

Countin money, hourly trend

Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins

Niggas is squares, cabin and pens

Neck full of Gold Olympian shit

Neimans, I'm blowing the check on they gear

Fall on some pussy then hop on the Lear

Shot with them choppers back of the rear

Sak pase' them killers is here

Woke up early morning, mind is tellin me money

Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor

Billionaire nigga no rumor

Livin my life off of tuna

Wanted with me I deliver the beef

Real niggas only enjoyin the feast

Pull up a seat, bon appetite

No Louboutins put that red on your feet Bang

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]

Photographs of dope boys, is all they taking

Finger prints on the Rolls Royce, is why they hatin'

Push a button on these broke boys, that's detonation

Walk a road to riches bare feet

I watch mama struggle now she livin' careifree

That's why I hustle for half a key that's 12 G's

I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP

You gotta love me I got shooters out the D-League

Signin' bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet

Left in a puddle, finger prints is on hundred mill

And what it is?

Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood, we hella Trill

Yeah

[Hook]

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Tyga - Dope ft. Rick Ross Lyrics

[Tyga]

T-raw rock my own kick game

8 figure deal figure how I'm courtside at clip game

Still pop ace king shit I'm with rose

Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ

OK the day you beating me bitch no day

Bandz a make her dance that's thousand dollar foreplay

AK get a full clip not a soundwave

You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste

Bitch nigga you don't want no drama im worth a couple commas

It's death before dishonor

Last king come sign up all my shit be disgner

Extroardinary rhymer I bodied yo' shit for nothin'

Wes, west up, hot temper

Get wet up she give me head not neck up

She clean the mess up

One false move death from gesture

Cash in the safe I don't feel no pressure

[Hook] [x2]

I'm dope

(All) all my shit dooe

(All) all my shit dope

Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

[Rick Ross]

Shit

She fuck hermes and the hustle

Crown on the watch she got niggas still thuggin'

8.7 on the crib so fuck it

Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget

New chains, rollex links

New chick just to drag my mink

New car just to ride around here

Aviator crew we flies 'round here

Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here

Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard

Cars rockstar dope boys at odds

I done seen it all but it's back to these broads'

Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium

Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em

I see you sleeping boy don't make me pick your label up

Scottie pipen on the dribble I just laid 'em up

Another triple got me tripping like it's angel dust

We just winning all the women in my table ah

Say my name say my name nigga say my name

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

[Hook] [x2]

I'm dope

(All) all my shit dooe

(All) all my shit dope

Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

[Tyga]

Chief rocka, pill popper

Tell them pull them things out cause my car topless

Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence

So sincere in her belly, that's the nah shit

King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin'

We taking your dollars creflo no white collar

I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call thomas

Bitch I'm the bomb call me the unabomber

Money in my game I'm driving shit that's insane

You niggas stay in your lane no playing ain't nothing changed

Pardon this good regime, I make your girl david blaine

Murder was the case all the kids say that nigga T-raw

[Hook] [x2]

I'm dope

(All) all my shit dooe

(All) all my shit dope

Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

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