[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] That ass she walkin’ round with is sitting pretty I can’t tell if it’s real or not but it’s sitting pretty Forgiatos on the whip that be sitting pretty Rollie on the wrist that be sitting pretty Sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty Throwing 100′s and 50′s if she pretty If she pretty, sitting pretty [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] They be goin’ shopping every weekend Baby killin’ all these hoes, they be mad They just jealous, they get stunned when she pull up They gone hop out then walk in then go up Drink a little somethin’ then pour up From the city everybody know us And me and Young Khalifa, nigga hold up Little momma said “how you stay so high but be so focused” Shit, I guess I’m the man, I feel like the man I came with my dogs, we takin’ no losses We stuck to the band, I can’t be your man [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] All that ass you walkin’ round with is sitting pretty I can’t tell if it’s real...

[Verse 1] I got my money up These women all down As soon as I touch down in they city Man, they all coming out They love me in New York And down South They know I'm from the Westside [?] [Chorus] Big kush, long money Bad girls, real niggas here with me Everywhere I go, you know I'm solid A1 with these girls, you know I'm solid [?] with my bros, you know I'm solid I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it Oh, I'm solid Everywhere I go, your boy solid I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it Big kush, long money Bad chicks, real niggas here with me [Verse 2] Snitching on your homies, that ain't solid Tricking, she ain't yours, that ain't solid She a minor in an Audi Wouldn't get that, that's a dollar She said, "Don't you got a million dollars?" I told her "Stay up out my pocket" [?] You can miss me with that [?] You ain't drop non...

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign] Errytime they see me ballin’ All my old bitches callin’ Pull up in exotic, I see a little bitch jockin’ [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain’t gonna save her Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain’t gonna save her Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain’t gonna save her Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain’t gonna save her Yeah! [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] No I won’t save her Dolla $ign a fuckboi he won’t date her About my paper, real big shit man everything major Vans on like a skater We eatin’ over here, man, everything catered She know I’m a player She wanna fuck now but I wanna fuck later She been lookin’ for a baller (ballin’, ballin’, ballin’,ballin’) Somebody that’ll keep her in designer She ain’t thinkin’ ’bout hood (Ooh) She got her mind on my money Can’t get a damn thing from me [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain’t gon...

[Hook Game :] Maybe I should iron out my flag Maybe I should put another crease in it Maybe I should iron out my flag If you gang banging who you beefing with? [Verse 1: Game] I Know your baby never hurt nobody, but he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party OG Blood, Everybody Know me But i came in with the little homie [Verse 2: Skeme] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo That nigga duke just moved a house in yayo And you know i keep gunners on the payroll, i even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo Young General these niggas gotta spray for You Fuck around and catch 20 out this range fo Mane that beef shit what a nigga made for, i open fire on her open mouth case closed Came in this bitch with chuck taylors screaming fuck haters Bad bitch ima fuck later tryna touch paper In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave what I’m drinking got me thinking Nigga Maybe I should iron out my - [Hook: Game] Maybe I should iron out my flag Maybe I...

[Hook: PARTYNEXTDOOR] Five in the A.M., pourin’ these shots of wine No parents allowed, turn off the stars and the clouds We smoke and foggin’ around Phone calls go straight to the pound We talkin’ pound after wooo We talkin’ pound after the pound [Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR] Turn my suite into the club You gon’ have to wait up for me Sextape selfies, don’t be selfish You gon’ have to play that for me Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel it? You gon’ have to wait up for me Girl don’t you know PARTY? You gon’ have to play that for me [Hook: PARTYNEXTDOOR] Five in the A.M., pourin’ these shots of wine No parents allowed, turn off the stars and the clouds We smoke and foggin’ around Phone calls go straight to the pound We talkin’ pound after… We talkin’ pound after the pound Pound after the pound Pound after the pound [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Shawty know I’m trappin’ pounds, nigga, blow it down Bust it open, I got paper, what you playin...

[Intro] Your love is fadin' Your love is fadin' Your love is fadin' [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] Know it ain't no wrong I feel it's fadin' I think I think too much I feel it's fadin' Ain't nobody watchin' I feel it's fadin' I just fade away [Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign] I feel it... I feel it... I feel it's fadin' I think I think too much I feel it's fadin' Your love is fadin' I feel it [Verse 1: Kanye West] Roll up, roll up Hold up, hold up Po' up, po' up (I feel it) I love her, I want her I'm tryna fuck her (I feel it) I'ma rock the boat Work the middle 'til it hurt a little (I feel it) Your love is fadin' I feel it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] I know how it feel Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing I know how it feel Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section I know how it feel Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow I know how it feel Came from the dirt, now I sit comfy on a mil I know how it feel I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel I know how it feel I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel [Verse 1: Ace Hood] I know how it feel to be broke And I know what it take to get rich I know what it’s like to have them niggas hating on ya Turn around, be the same ones jumping on your dick Funny how shit’ll change when you get a little change Seeing my old friends and knowing it ain’t the same Copping my first watch, rocking my first chain Only one in the hood you see in a red Range I know how it feel baby, I know how it feel I still get chills thinking about my ...

[Intro: Future] You know what's going on Over there and over there, okay [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign (Future)] (Ordered up a hundred roses Need a bezel like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé) Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr Oh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign ] Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, all I drink is Bombay When I'm with my niggas, I might drink that Henny Smoking Kush and pull it, motherfuck the police I ain't scared to die, on them dead homies Hit them licks, wh-whipping the bricks I'm young and I'm rich, young and I'm rich I got hoes, I got hoes in different area codes, I think I'm Nate Dogg I started from the ground I'm that nigga now I stay with the loud, can you hear me now? And my bitch cold, She a centerfold Put h...

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] All this weed in my system ain’t helpin’ And this drank got you lookin’ so good I got some mollys in my hand, I might take one And after I finish what’s in my cup You know I’m tryna love you All these drugs make me wanna love you Okay, okay, okay [Verse 1: Juicy J] I just wanna shoot a movie with a chick from out the movies With a big old ghetto booty that know how to roll a doobie I just wanna hit the club, throw some money on the stage I just wanna tip a stripper more dough than she ever made More dough than she ever seen, now she see me in her dreams All that ass, shawty bust it, how she stuff it in her jeans Must run in her genes, I just wanna meet her momma I just wanna smoke my presidential Juicy J Obama Juicy J that OG, I been ballin’ this whole week Stuntin’ 20 years plus, I can do this in my sleep I just wanna fall in Onyx with a fine Georgia peach Got that rocket in my pocket, that’s that beauty and the beast ...

[Hook: D&D] L.A., can’t believe I found love in the city of L.A L.A., it’s the city of angels, they can take you anywhere In L.A., L.A., L.A., L.A., we found, found love in L.A., L.A., L.A., L.A We found love [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] In the city of the gang bang Yeah, we still dying over red and blue strings Chuck my set up and it feel good Cause don’t nobody love you more than your neighborhood We always had bitches, we don’t love those Grew up around the gangsters and the cutthroats Be careful where you at, you might get bust on Yeah, all my South Central niggas, Inglewood, twist your fingers up Compton and Watts, Eastside, always turning up Bad bitches up at Greystone and Supper Club Tell ‘em where we’re from like

Download mp3 [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] I brought my niggas, it was only right Bought a new whip, it was only right Bad bitch, but it’s only right Twenty bottles in the club and it’s only right Same friends, but it’s only right All my niggas rich, man, it’s only right Get it how you live, man, it’s only right Broke bread with my bitch, man, it’s only right [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] Yeah, it’s only right that I ball Only right that all my ex-bitches gone, yeah, it’s only right If a nigga ever try Only right if a nigga gotta die, yeah, it’s only right It’s only right we on top All you copycat niggas, stop, man, that ain’t right It’s only right that I gas Only right I still whoop a niggas ass, yeah, it’s only [Verse 2: TeeCee4800] It’s only right she fuck with a nigga like me It’s only right I fucked a bitch in my Nikes It’s only right that I fuck her all night, give her pipe Have her fucked up saying, ‘Alright’ Ay, it’s TeeCee the loc She s...

[Pre-Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] I took your bitch, that's right Money keep coming, that's right Only ride foreign, that's right Whole team on, that's right My niggas gon' ride, that's right My niggas gon' shoot, not fight Whether wrong or right That's right, that's right [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] Two clubs in one night 25 bands, one night Kush up in that Raw Purple in that Sprite Them hoes in rotation Money my motivation Money make her cum And I'mma make her taste it Put it in the neck, I'ma make her gag on it Head in the 'Rari, that's how you blow a hundred Hoes come and go I'ma fuck and I don't want 'em Hoes like J's, wear 'em once then I don't want 'em Swerve, hit the corner, in the California Running through these hoes, like I play for Minnesota She turn off her phone, cause nigga you a sucker Police ask, nigga tell 'em start cuffin' [Pre-...

[Verse 1: Big Sean] OK, I won't deny it Half the time you send a text, yep, you know I'm not replying Just to let you know, I'm not one of them niggas you be dodging I'm the one that you dodge with I'm the one that you gon' take that dress you saving out the closet I'm the one you need alone I'm the one that when you round your friends, that you gotta put on speakerphone Just so you can let them know what we be on, like he the one Yeah yeah, I know I'm young but you respect me like a father figure Young mobbish nigga, probably make you farther figures Sean Don Perrier out in Paris with a pair of Ye's going Well, I would tell you but I gotta paraphrase And even when you tripping, we tripping, I pay for ya Gourmet for ya, chauffeur arranged for ya I'll take that flight alone earlier in the day for ya Just to beat you there and prepare, let you know I'm waiting for ya Finally famous [Hook: Chris Br...

[Hook: Charli XCX] Drop that kitty down low Pop that kitty down low Shop that like a window I'm gonna make you explode Drop that kitty down low Pop that kitty down low Take that video phone Drop that kitty down low [Verse: Ty Dolla $ign] Drop that kitty down low Pop it like a pistol Make it clap for a stack Don't forget to look back, noooo Ass up, face down Give it to me, give it to me now Send me the pics and the videos Ooh she so material, here we go Here we go, I got a bad one Now shake that if you got a fat one Pour it up and spill it out Let a boss pour it in your mouth, girl Who is she? She's not with me She the type of chick in the club every week, work that Told her drop it to the ground and bring it back [Hook: Charli XCX] Drop that kitty down low Pop that kitty down low Shop that like a window I'm gonna make you explode Drop that kitty down low Pop that kitty down low Take that video phone...

[Intro] If you believe in somethin’, then stand for it [Verse 1] Said I stand for my niggas doin’ life Free my niggas right right now And I stand for my bitches doin’ right Up early cookin’ breakfast, comin’ home at night Stand for my niggas on the bottom Never went to college but they’re full of street knowledge I stand for my niggas, I ride for my niggas, die for my niggas Big B was the first one to say “You the one, lil’ nigga” And a few years later We won, lil’ nigga Fuck whatever they’re doin’ We outdone them niggas And I stand for this shit A bitch nigga try me, I’ve been payin’ for this shit God dammit I stand for Everything I stand for Bad bitches and a whole lot of stamps In my passport Nigga I stand for Never seen me on the stand though Nigga I stand for Ask your bitch, she know I’m the man though

Jeezy Ft. Beenie Man & Ty Dolla Sign – Link Up (Lyrics) [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na Pour up, we gone drink up Roll up, light the weed up Hoes down, G’s up All the real ones link up [Bridge: Beenie Man + (Jeezy)] Everybody put your hands up Cause its a rude bwoy link up Smoke some weed and den we drink up That’s how the real ones link up (That’s how the real ones link up) That’s how the real ones link up (That’s how the real ones link up) That’s how the real ones link up