[Verse 1: Tyga] Rumor has it that I'm armed Somebody should have told them When the cash starts flowing and the hands start reaching You read the contract your man ain't breaching Uh, and rumor has it The jeweler wants his money But I'm out here rocking all my chains, real chunky Real comfy, and rumor has it when I hit the club hoes go dummy And rumor has it, I'm doing magic David Blaine, diamonds in the hat trick Rumor has it, thought you had it How is that true when I have it? Yeah, yeah [Hook: Chris Brown (& Tyga)] Look at all these rumors, uh Surrounding me everyday I just need some time Some time to get away (Can't see the time in the Rollie face) From all these rumors I can't take it no more My best friend said a story I know 'Bout me and the girl next door Look at all these rumors Look at all these rumors

[Verse 1] You a rap star, pull your chain out You a dope boy, pull the brick out Say it again, money pull the whip out Say it again, pussy bring a bitch out I’m the shit you smell through the ziplock At the strip club you bout to throw you rent out Got you whole family livin’ in a penthouse You livin’ like you trynna get kicked out [Hook] I hit the game like a dope’d up needle uh I hit the game like a dope’d up needle uh I hit the game like a dope’d up needle uh Yeah yeah, shootin’ dope through the speakers I hit the game like a dope’d up needle Grew up with roaches now they treat me like a beetle I hit the game like a dope’d up needle uh Yeah yeah, shootin’ dope through the speakers [Verse 2] I ain’t tippin’ these bitches too busy tippin’ the scale Not a few real niggas don’t mind sittin’ in jail Told a bitch that ain’t me, you better fry me some shit I’m goin’ in can’t denied me a shit I don’t gotta be alone, I can buy me a bit

[Intro] Fuck what they talkin’ ’bout All a nigga hear is my chains clinkin’ back and forth right now, nigga Fuck with me [Hook] Why the fuck you so opinionated? Sayin’ how you do it but they ain’t did it, baby You need a demonstration This is how you get richer, baby I’m stimulated I’m at the bank, I’m penetratin’ I’m puttin’ in, I’m penetratin’ I’m gettin’ big, I’m stimulated I touched the bitch, she disintegrated Up in flames, I’ve been the flamest I’ve been the hottest, you’ve been the lamest I’ve been on the plane, you’ve been complainin’ Fuck the codefendant, pistol whip the plaintiff Hit the mall, then we skip arraignment They say she young, I should’ve waited She a big girl, dog when she stimulated [Verse] Hit Sin City and syndicate it All the time on the strip in Vegas I got the juice but I ain’t Minute Maid it But a nigga made it just minutes later Shut the fuck and let me finish, baby I’ll let you finish later Why t

[Verse 1] Fire flow, let me fascinate Put python seats, Jake the snake I rock Bape, that bathin’ grape You fake the Bape, that’s pump fake I ball on turf, that’s Chevy Chase That’s Caddyshack, don’t be actin’ shady Lash out on the owner, nigga Don’t be harassin’ my shorty, nigga Borin’ niggas, don’t be borin’, niggas I’m the swag god in the holy temples Spend 65k on my dental Got the ripped denim, black card in ‘em 3 car garage, black cars in ‘em Need more space to put the Rolls in it Rollin’ blunts for the fuck of it I’m already high, I’m just talkin’ shit Shit on niggas like an eagle do Give that bitch a break like an interlude Bought a parachute, eatin’ barracuda I’m a barbarian rude nigga With a ghetto gang and some pretty bitches Walk on Jimmy Kimmel with some real killers Real niggas, Tommy Hilfiger This tommy gun my real hitta [Hook] Young nigga chillin’ in the master suite Ask me where I used to sleep In the car par

Pre-Hook: Gerard McMann] Cry little sister Thou shall not fall Come, come to your brother Thou shall not fly [Hook: Lil Wayne] This for my dawgs out here goin’ crazy Goin’ crazy, goin’ crazy This for my dawgs out here goin’ crazy Goin’ crazy, goin’ crazy This for my dawgs out here goin’ crazy Fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me This for my dawgs out here goin’ crazy Goin’ crazy, fuck you, pay me This for my dawgs out here [Verse 1: Tyga] Now you wanna be friends You the type to fuck a nigga for his pension All a nigga ever wanted was a 6 Benz And if you a bad bitch, come get the dick again They be like… oh wait Step up in the spot and they screamin’ oh aye Which one of y’all wanna chill? OJ We sippin’ Moet champagne On me, all the bitches on me [Pre-Hook: Gerard McMann] Cry little sister Thou shall not fall Come, come to your brother Thou shall not fly [Hook: Lil Wayne] This for my dawgs out here goin’ crazy Goin’ crazy,

N*gga, and bounce that back I hit her, the knick-knack, give her that dab Yeah, n*gga, smoke that [Tyga] I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel I'm just tryin' to nut like Chip and Dale That's some funny-ass shit like Dave Chappelle Pussy-ass niggas all in my mail How you get out early? You ain't make that bail Snitchin' ain't free, but all you do is tell I heard you breakin' bad, but the shit won't sell Yeah, all in your momma car wit' no Ls Now she can't make work, so you dumb as hell Need a ghetto bitch wit' long-ass nails To scratch a nigga back and cook my meals I got Gs on the block, bitches on the cock It ain't a house party 'til somebody get shot Want fifty in the pot, play the scene, they gon' flock Have a all-white party, niggas hangin' off the yachts Bang your pistol, you too smart and little I came wit' my tongue

Download mp3 Ya! Lil Jon! I said I wasn't drinking tonight, but you know what fuck it! I think I'm gonna get so fucked up I might god damn blackout! Put your hands in the air, let me know you out there Put your hands in the air, let me know you out there Put your hands in the air, let me know you out there Put your hands in the air, let me know you out there Hungover and I'm back out White party and I'm blacked out Black car that's maxed out I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out Hungover and I'm back out White party and I'm blacked out Black car that's maxed out I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out Put your hands in the air, let me know you out there Put your hands in the air, let me know you out there Put your hands in the air, let me know you out there Put your hands in the ai

Download mp3 [Pre-Hook] I heard niggas say numbers from the sideline, nice try Can’t see you niggas anyway, two bitches standing on my pride I, yeah yeah, got a lot of shit, shit to say, so I’ma start of saying this I could give a fuck what a magazine say, get off my dick That’s the tip, mhm [Verse 1] I see your pockets getting chubby, get a loan from me Don’t leave your bitch a lone in the room with me Tying rope, comatose in a coma homie Little little homie bigger than your biggest homie Rich Homie Quan told me just get richer homie So I’ma keep making millions, independent homie The money greener than the reefer Wiz Khalifa showed me I’m up in London smoking skunky with some real niggas [Pre-Hook] [Hook] I don’t fuck with no broke niggas I don’t fuck with no Hollywood niggas I don’t fuck with no gold diggers Only fuck if she don’t nigga

[Tyga] Bye baby, they ain't fly baby Looking at the whip frame, that's a nice 'Cedez Used to throw it to me, like Tom Brady With the long blonde hair, that's Marcia Brady I'm all about your Lately Chelsea Handler, handler Got your legs racing hard on vacation No exaggeration, said you amazing Moving too fast, can't pace it [Verse 2: Pia Mia (& Tyga)] Hey boy, when I first met you Thought it was special I told you that Hey boy, I bet true love was pourin' When I kissed you I meant it I wanna go back (I don't wanna go) I wanna go back (but if you wanna go) Can we go back? (I'll make it happen though) Boy can we go back? (let's do it soon) [Hook: Pia Mia] 2x It's nice to, nice to know ya, let's do it again How we did it in a one night stand Boy I wanna be more than a friend to ya It's nice to, nice to know ya, let's do it again How we did it in a one night stand Boy I wa

It's been a long day, without you my friend And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again We've come a long way from where we began Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again When I see you again Damn, who knew All the planes we flew Good things we been through That I'd be standing right here talking to you About another path I know we loved to hit the road and laugh But something told me that it wouldn't last Had to switch up look at things different See the bigger picture Those were the days Hard work forever pays Now I see you in a better place Oh How could we not talk about family When family's all that we got? Everything I went through You were standing there by my side And now you gonna be with me for the last ride

[Hook] I don't wanna be famous, I just wanna be rich 40 mil with some acres, makeup for my bitch I don't fuck with these n*ggas, stop pretending and shit I don't wanna be famous, I just wanna be rich I don't wanna be famous [Verse 1] Fuck around, be a Lennon and a fan leave you brainless All in the paper, gettin' buried by a neighbor While all of your relatives spendin' all the money that you gave 'em Fuck it, don't save 'em Let that boy drown if he don't float, guess he wasn't made for it My n*gga hold it, hold it down, listenin' to underground Poppin' knuckles cause these n*ggas wanna bring me down Put your face in the dirt like 4th down N*ggas wanna test, but we will never fail I'm layin' low in my day clothes Can't get a fuckin' mail vato loco without takin' photos Man, these crazy n*ggas loco [Hook] I don't wanna be famous, I just wanna be rich 40 mil

[Intro:] HBK yea you know how we play And I can’t quit, all I know, all I know, all I know is [Hook: IamSu!] Fly shit is all I do Only worry about me, I don’t care bout you I just mixed the drink in with my juice I’m feelin’ hella good, I don’t know bout you Yea, I’m feelin’ hella good Hella good, hella good, hella good, hella good Hella good, hella good, hella good, hella good We ain’t worry bout ‘em [Verse 1: IamSu!] Woke up to that paper, that paper I’m chasin’ Peddle to the metal for the cash, I be racin’ Suzy six speedin’, no there ain’t no replacement Smoke like a Rasta or Haitian, Jamaican Girls goin’ crazy, they need more security Fresh up out exotic shadow ready for the jewelry 2015, got my mind on a trillion I won’t go away cause my swag too resilient Keep the bullshit, I got my own lane Treat the rap game like the dope game She know me by my alias not my whole name She just know the bracelet match both chains God damn, s

[Chris Brown - Hook] Girl you know we got that time Got that p*ssy on my mind Later on what are we doing? I know you're ready, show that ass Girl you're looking so bad Getting horny watching you do it Girl I wanna kiss it While you can sing it girlfriends I wanna see a whole lot of licking That's some memory Bet I make that p*ssy remember me [Verse 1] I be banging all on that beat 808, she got the bass when her booty shake She got her friends with her And they a sight to see All that ass, don't let it go to waste All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours You minute-made like lemonade I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas As I skate pass, better than veterans Bipolar cold, give me the medicine My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison When I pull it out, bitch nervous Better ride this wave - bitch, su

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] Came in at first had bad luck Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had none We done sold now everybody mad at me Tell 'em roll down now everybody smashin' Keep ready cause you know we bout to be a problem Hope you ready cause you know it bout to be a problem [Hook: Kid Ink] It's the only way we know to go Squad up, never roll alone And we gone ride on forever We ride out together Pull up right in your zone Takeover the street, that's how we roll And we gone ride on forever We ride out together [Verse 1: Tyga] Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way I fucks you like a matador, fresh out the catalogue One fall we all fall, crew like dominos But chase  vamonos  all my dogs riding smoke Mob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold We are not alone, broad better check your tone You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loa

[Chorus - Chris Brown] You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em Bail any girl that I wanna Got bitches n marijuana I can tell by the way you move that you a problem Bail any girl that I wanna Got bitches n marijuana I got 'em, I got 'em Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free I got em, I got em Got bitches n marijuana [Verse 1: Tyga] T-ballin', globetrotter Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter Nah, walk with me, talk to me That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie Motherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies Coupe, no top, yeah, I took off the [?] I'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosing I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga I'ma knock

[Verse 1] Love it when you call me baby When you lightin' up my phone Makes me want you like I'm crazy I'm running home, I'm running home Just to hear your heart beat You're so sweet like honeycomb Got to have you near me Cause you're the best I've ever known [Pre-Chorus] You make me get up, get up like this is my song I'ma get up, get up, yeah, yeah You got me humming, humming to the beat of the drum To the rhythm, rhythm, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Your loving takes me higher You set my heart on fire When you touch my body got me singing like Mariah There is no denying, your kisses keep me flying When you touch by body got me singing like Mariah Singing like Mariah