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All The Money Lyrics – Metro Boomin | Gunna

All The Money Lyrics - Metro Boomin | Gunna
All The Money Lyrics – Metro Boomin | Gunna

All The Money Lyrics – Metro Boomin | Gunna, is english song sung by Metro Boomin and Gunna. Music of song ‘All The Money’ given by Metro Boomin & DAVID x ELI , while lyrics of song ‘All The Money’ written by Metro Boomin, Gunna, David Ruoff

All The Money Lyrics

This time around, we want all the money (yeah)

This time around, we want all the money (yeah)

This time around, we want all the money (wunna)

This time around, we want all the money (money)

Twenty-six b!tches and all them love me

Watch on they wrists and all them flooded (ice)

We the real big dogs and you all some puppies

(you all some puppies)

Yeah, it’s the young wunna

Real biscotti sm0ker, this ain’t no obama

Straight south atlanta, finesse, arm and hammer

I say that with honor in dior pajamas (ayy)

Couldn’t play no sports but i went got that sack

Bring it back to trap, got respect from my brother

C.i.p. Troup, i’m with duke, he with slime and that slatt

Yeah that slatt, we don’t care about no color

Put that sh!t on, put that drip sh!t on the map

Yeah, the trap, and i bought a few homes

Spent the six-fifty, rolls cullinan and a bentley

(skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)

Then i went maybach, two-tone

Got a two-tone, this a motherfu*king pandemic

Must be too rich, i can’t feel it (i can’t feel it)

Told them to kill it, they tryna cutthroat the city

These n!ggas sweeter than chevy

Rappers mad, all in they feelings (they mad)

Gunna fu*king they b!tches (so?)

Drop top, parking lot p!mping (uh-huh)

P!mped out my whips like xzibit

All my life i just wanted a milli’

“what’s on your wrist?” richard millie

With lil uzi when i’m out in philly

Don’t show you broke boys no pity

This time around, we want all the money (yeah)

This time around, we want all the money (yeah)

This time around, we want all the money (wunna)

This time around, we want all the money (money)

Twenty-six b!tches and all them love me

Watch on they wrists and all them flooded (ice)

We the real big dogs and you all some puppies

(you all some puppies)

Act like you rich, you don’t take care of your people (no)

Those the type n!ggas that can’t get a feature (no)

‘Member fu*king h0es under the bleachers (yeah)

You know i’m hip like a beeper

Who the fu*k said it was cheaper to keep her? (who?)

Wake up, get so fresh, i thought it was easter (ah)

A lot of these rappers just follow the leader

Fn on my lap but i got a few ninas

Look at my chest, you gone see aquafina (look it)

Look at my b!tch, got a fat a$$ like trina (look)

Motherfu*k the cost and adjust the subpoena

It’s hot on my block, check your top like a fever (ha)

Get around the shop, ain’t got no snooze on the watch

Ain’t got no snooze on the watch

Count up when it drop, in school, i had drugs in my socks

Been had the love for a knot

This time around, we want all the money (yeah)

This time around, we want all the money (yeah)

This time around, we want all the money (wunna)

This time around, we want all the money (money)

Twenty-six b!tches and all them love me

Watch on they wrists and all them flooded (ice)

We the real big dogs and you all some puppies

(you all some puppies)

This time around, we want all the money

This time around, we want all the money

This time around, we want all the money

This time around, we want all the money

Song Details

Song – All The Money
Singer – Metro Boomin & Gunna
Music – Metro Boomin & DAVID x ELI
Lyrics – Metro Boomin, Gunna, David Ruoff
Album – Heroes & Villains (2022)
Label – Metro Boomin

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Nasty Lyrics – Tyga | Chris Brown

Nasty Lyrics - Tyga | Chris Brown
Nasty Lyrics – Tyga | Chris Brown

Nasty Lyrics – Tyga | Chris Brown, is latest english song sung by Tyga and Chris Brown. Music and lyrics of song ‘Nasty’ given by Tyga

Nasty Lyrics

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Drop, drop it on the bitch make it nasty

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty

Ah, yeah bitch make it nasty

Tongue down the throat while the other bitch gaggin’

Bottles in the basket pills in the plastic

She gonna do drugs but we don’t do acid

Fuckin’ on the mattress, hear the bed spring

Ain’t nothin’ better, it’s the best thing

Got a China bitch, straight from Beijing

Pussy so tight all she do is scream

Oh, bend it over make it touch your toe

I like how she merry go round, round the pole

Hoes, ah, open close I like when my bitches don’t wear no clothes

Is hot up in this muthafucka’ re- re- reload

Gangstas in this muthafucka we got this sold

T, T, T-Raw when I walk in the door

Bitches they know, yeah bitches they know, ah

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Drop, drop it on the bitch make it nasty

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Drop, drop it on the bitch make it nasty

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty

Ah, yeah nigga I’m a star

Stacks on black you can use the black card

Pull up, hop out, valet the car, ’bout to go big got bitches galore

Tippin’ on this bitch, just drop it to the floor

I like blowjobs she could be my employee (back it up)

And I put it in her back door now it’s lights out (lights out) like Roy (Roy)

Jones, Jr., T-Raw the ruler, slicker than a gold patch gold chain cubic

Poke til it’s bruisin’ dick on punta gimme gimme chocha kill it like OJ, ah

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Drop, drop it on the bitch make it nasty

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Drop, drop it on the bitch make it nasty

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty

Tap, tap, tap that ass make it nasty

Clap, clap, clap that ass make it nasty

Tap, tap, tap that ass make it nasty

Clap, clap, clap that ass make it nasty

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Drop, drop it on the bitch make it nasty

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Drop, drop it on the bitch make it nasty

Make it nasty, make it nasty

Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty

Song Details

Song – Nasty
Singer – Chris Brown and Tyga
Music – Tyga
Lyrics – Tyga
Label – Tyga

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Just Because Lyrics – Roddy Ricch

Just Because Lyrics - Roddy Ricch
Just Because Lyrics – Roddy Ricch

Just Because Lyrics – Roddy Ricch

Countin’ all this pape, I ain’t never think I lost

Ridin’ in the States, thinkin’ about my way to boss up

If a nigga say he want the smoke, we got the sparkers

I ain’t gotta pay ’em, they gon’ do it just because

We started off robbers, now we certified ballers

I be on my ball hog shit

Had to go the humble route, they thought I lost it

Never make a U-turn on me, double what it’s costin’

Runnin’ with some Cs, I know some B hats, like Boston

Had to get some tough skin, you’ll never make it with soft skin

Eyes on my wrist, lied to the judge, I can’t lie to my bitch, ayy

Got a taste of money and I ran it up ever since

Runnin’ with the congress, we know all the dead presidents

All I know is Roddy take the lead and they gon’ follow

All I know is if you cross, you get a hollow, woah, woah

Countin’ all this pape, I ain’t never think I lost

Ridin’ in the States, thinkin’ about my way to boss up

If a nigga say he want the smoke, we got the sparkers

I ain’t gotta pay ’em, they gon’ do it just because

I ain’t gotta pay ’em, they gon’ do it just because, uh

I ain’t gotta pay ’em, they gon’ do it just be—

Know he got a frost wrist, uh

Climbin’ out the holes, but I do this shit so effortless

Hustle just to live

Spent the fifty bands on the whole squad, shoppin’ at Phipps

And they know I got ’em, but they better never have loose lips

All this water on me, lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ cruise ship

Got Glizzy’s on Glizzy’s, never go nowhere without the hip, ayy

Got ten million out the oven, like a chocolate chip

Got QPs ’cause real Ps never cop a zip

My whip a spaceship, I’m so comfortable in my cockpit

Countin’ all this paper, I ain’t never think I lost

Ridin’ in the States, thinkin’ about my way to boss up

If a nigga say he want the smoke, we gotta spark up

I ain’t gotta pay ’em, they gon’ do it just because

I ain’t gotta pay ’em, they gon’ do it just because, uh

I ain’t gotta pay ’em, they gon’ do it just be—

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Haven’t Found You Yet Lyrics – Blue

Haven't Found You Yet Lyrics - Blue
Haven’t Found You Yet Lyrics – Blue

Haven’t Found You Yet Lyrics – Blue, is latest English language song sung by Blue from album ‘Heart & Soul’. Song Haven’t Found You Yet’ written by Anne Judith Wik, Antony Costa, Lee Ryan, Ronny Svendsen

Haven’t Found You Yet Lyrics

Blurry pictures and
Silhouettes of somebody
You that somebody?
Guilty pleasures got
Me obsessed like nobody
Don’t make it easy
Yeah, I might be over-reaching
Maybe you’re with someone else
It’s all about timing
It’s all about timing
And I just can’t help myself yeah
I have picked up on your scent
There’s no more denying
Denying

I will dream you into life
Like a song I can’t forget
And I know that I will love you
I just haven’t met you yet
Swear that I can almost taste you
Like there’s something in the air
I just haven’t found you
I just haven’t found you
Found you yet
Found you yet
All these pieces will
Come together as soon as I
Can reach the other side
Close the distance between
What’s real and what’s down the line

Yeah. I might be over-reaching
Maybe you’re with someone else
It’s all about timing
It’s all about timing
And I just can’t help myself when
I am picked up on your scent
There’s no more denying
Denying

I will dream you into life
Like a song I can’t forget
And I know that I will love you
I just haven’t met you yet
Swear that I can almost taste you
Like there’s something in the air
I just haven’t found you
I just haven’t found you
Found you yet
Found you yet

Can you hear me now
Feel I’m reaching out
If you hear me now
Won’t you scream out loud
Can you hear me now
Feel I’m reaching out
If you hear me now

I will dream you into life
Like a song I can’t forget
And I know that I will love you
I just haven’t met you yet
Swear that I can almost taste you
Like there’s something in the air
I just haven’t found you
I just haven’t found you
Found you yet
Found you yet
Found you yet

Song Details

Song – Haven’t Found You Yet
Singer – Blue
Written by – Anne Judith Wik, Antony Costa, Lee Ryan, Ronny Svendsen
Album – Heart & Soul
Label – Official Blue

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Attention Lyrics – Justin Bieber ft. Omah Lay

Attention Lyrics - Justin Bieber ft. Omah Lay
Attention Lyrics – Justin Bieber ft. Omah Lay

Attention Lyrics – Justin Bieber ft. Omah Lay, is latest english language song sung by Justin Bieber and Omah Lay. Song ‘Attention’ written by HARV, Avedon, Omah Lay, Justin Bieber and produced by HARV, Avedon.

Attention Lyrics

Lately, I’ve been losing my mind
Certain things I can’t find
In the middle of the night
I’m still up, I’m still trying to decide
Should I drink up?
Smoke up?
I need some freedom
Freedom, ah, in my life
Should I drink up?
Smoke up?
I need some freedom
Freedom
Show me a little attention
A little attention
Show me attention
Show me a little attention, yeah
Show me a little attention
Little love and some affection on the side
Little trust and some passion would be nice
It’s all I desire
I need it, I cannot deny

Oh, aye, I don’t see something
For my eyes only
Ain’t no emoji
Cry him only, ah
Ain’t no emoji
My mind’s lonely
Show me a little attention
A little attention
Show me attention
Show me a little attention, no
Show me a little attention
Lately, I’ve been losing my mind
Certain things I can’t find
In the middle of the night
I’m still up, I’m still trying to decide

Should I drink up?
Smoke up?
I need some freedom
Freedom, ah, in my life
Should I drink up?
Smoke up?
I need some freedom
Freedom
Show me a little attention
A little attention
Show me attention
Show me a little attention, yeah
Show me a little attention

Song Details

Song – Attention
Singer – Justin Bieber and Omah Lay
Lyrics – HARV, Avedon, Omah Lay, Justin Bieber
Produced by – HARV, Avedon.
Label – Omah Lay

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