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All The Way Up (David Guetta & GLOWINTHEDARK Remix) lyrics - Fat Joe (with Remy Ma) (feat. French Montana)

(from "xXx: Return of Xander Cage" soundtrack)

[Intro - Infared:]

David Guetta, Fat Joe

Remy Ma, I'm all the way up

[Hook - Infared:]

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

All the way up

I'm all the way up, I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[Bridge - French Montana:]

Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need?

My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin'

Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'

You got V12, I got 12 V's

Got bottles, got weed, got molly

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

[Hook - Infared:]

I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

All the way up, all the way up

All the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[Verse - Remy Ma:]

Just left a big house to a bigger house

Ain't have a girlfriend but the bitch is out

Chanel, Prada bags, shit ain't even out

With the gold chains, and the linging, Birk, and cocaine

Lit it up, Pac shit, I hit 'em up

You talking colour money, purple in and blue derm

I got brown in here, I ain't talking 'bout Ross bitch

I'm that nigga on Viagra dick, that means I'm all the way up

[Bridge - French Montana:]

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

[Hook - Infared:]

I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

All The Way Up (Remix) lyrics - Fat Joe (with Remy Ma) (feat. Jay Z & French Montana)

[Intro - Jay-Z:]

Cool and Dre

This is, this is

The re-mix for the city.

Let's just start snapping

Crack hit Bleek on the jack like let's make it happen

Oh it's me

[Hook - Infared & Jay-Z:]

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

(It's me, it's me)

All the way up

(It's me, it's me)

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[Bridge - French Montana:]

Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need?

My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin'

Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'

You got V12, I got 12 Vs

Got bottles, got weed, got molly

I'm all the way up

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

[Hook - Infared:]

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

All the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

(Turn me all the way up...)

[Verse 1 - Jay Z:]

You know you made it when the fact

Your marriage made it is worth millions

Lemonade is a popular drink and it still is

Survival of the littest

Niggas who really up versus nigga up in your business

I'm in the room where real niggas not allowed

I'm the only one in the room that they fear right now

I think they're clear right now

Let's celebrate, no red champagne, we don't play that

All we see is gold bottles and paper plane hats

Twenty one Grammy's that I use for D'usse cups

I'm on the penthouse floor, call your way up

The OG's say, "HOV, how high is high enough?"

I said, "'Till we eye and eye with the higher ups."

Until we let 'em know, we ain't those niggas

Until our baby's showered in gold nigga

Blue looking like Pac in the tub

David LaChapelle levels of not giving a fuck

Prince left his masters where they safe and sound

We never gonna let the elevator take him down

[Hook - Infared:]

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

All the way up

(Yo, buckeyes! What up N.O.R.E?)

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[Verse 2 - Fat Joe:]

This wasn't me this was God's doing

And this time I won't finger roll, Pat Ewing

They ain't wanna see the Squad and the Roc

Now they chasing the Wraith like mister Softy's on the block

Stars on the roof got her feeling like Venus

Getting so much brain, now I'm a Don CartaGenius

Ever since Pun been gone been independent

So I went and threw the Pun Jumpman up in the pendant

I flooded out all the crises

Out in Paris I learned what real ice is

I'm kicking flavor in your ear

I just had a gray on my face and it disappeared

I just dropped the biggest of checks, and the shit cleared

When everybody counted us out just this year

Uh, I'm Steph Curry in the clutch

Take a shot of this Royal Elite and go all the way up

[Hook - Infared:]

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

All the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[Verse 3 - Remy Ma:]

My swag, my flow, I stole it back

They mad, too bad, my shows is packed

My town, my crown, I really rap

I'm home, my throne, I spoil you dat

When the bitch was gone, they was really playing with it

I was sitting listening, like, they ain't even saying shit

Now the real is back, I see they all tryna change and shit

But it's really too late now, I'm going back (GO!)

One of these bitches, two of these bitches gotta die

Three of these bitches, four of these bitches gonna cry

Five of these bitches popping pills, they high

Six bird bitches, none of them get fly

See, I don't wanna hear about your records and big numbers

Cause I was up top seven winters and six summers, cuffed

All in that bus, locked me all the way down

Now I'm all the way up

[Hook - Infared:]

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

All the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[Bridge - French Montana:]

Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need?

My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin'

Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'

You got V12, I got 12 Vs

Got bottles, got weed, got molly

I'm all the way up

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

[Hook - Infared:]

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

All the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

All The Way Up (Westside Remix) lyrics - Fat Joe (with Remy Ma) (feat. Snoop Dogg, The Game, E-40 & French Montana)

[Fat Joe:]

Yeah yeah, it's the west coast remix

West side the best side

Snoop, Game, E-40

[Infared:]

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

All the way up

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[French Montana:]

Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need?

My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin'

Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'

You got V12, I got 12 V's

Got bottles, got weed, got molly

I'm all the way up

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

[Infared:]

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

All the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[Snoop Dogg:]

You niggas riding in a Lexus

I'm floating outer space with Elroy Jetson

Battlestar Galactica, who rollin' with you?

I'm way up, twisting like the solar system, so official

Air traffics, notified

Blow the whistle, old pistol, forty-five

My weed miss you, these weak bitches horrified, glorified

Bitch you better get your story right

Or disappear, vamoose, Papoose

That's my nephew, so you know we got the juice

Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second

I'm all the way up on this Fat Joe record

Don't let me down, I'm too high for you to get me now

22 years on top so you could never forget me now

There's no way to shut me down

Rock and roll with the lion if you're with me now

Hit me now

I'm back to the Snoop shit

LBC, east side, that's the movement

Gangster music, do it, do it, I do's it

I make it rain, pop pop, bang

[Infared:]

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

All the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[The Game:]

You can catch me Milly Rock-ing through Manhattan

Kobe retired and Brooklyn on the bandwagon

Hundred bands in my pockets got my pants sagging

My granny still tell a nigga pull them all the way up

Bentley truck splashing on two chains

Got it on monster truck tires, I'm in two lanes

Hop out, Marty McFly, my kicks Liu Keng

California plates, black and yellow nigga, Wu Tang

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, yeah Old Dirty Bastard in this Mulsanne

My whips change colors like a mood ring

I hear that Big Pun playing, nigga turn it all the way up

Back on my bullshit nigga

I'm a Golden State Warrior, fuck that Bulls shit nigga

Steph Curry with the pot, Draymond with the Glock

Turn your body into clay, I see your truck and shoot it all the way up

Catch me on the west like Ye

Or on the east like Dave, hear my beats by Dre

If a bitch in my DM's, I know what's up

She tryna fuck, pull her panties to the side

And go all the way up

Now let me see them hands

Throw them all the way up

Like I'm DJ Khaled, put 'em all the way up

Make a west side, throw it all the way up

They looking for Eazy, I point it all the way up

[Infared:]

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

All the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[E-40:]

What you know about turning a quarter zip into a half a brick?

Making it out of the ghetto without your wig split

Wrist watches that don't tick

With the international warranty card that comes with it (bitch!)

Courtside seats, arena suites

Shining, got diamonds, 10 thousand dollars in my teeth

Cool with the hustles and athletes

What you make in a year, I make in a week

I can eyeball and weigh the yola, I'm an appraiser

Put you out like a cigarette butt, shut down your circuit breaker

Got a key around my neck, clientele and [?]

Longevity like that boy Kevin [?] and Steve Styles

One hit wonder what I'm not

I used to rap back in the days with Pac

Believed in myself, went with my gut

Tell 'em pimp

[Infared:]

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[French Montana & Fat Joe:]

Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need?

My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin'

Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'

You got V12, I got 12V

Got bottles, got weed, got molly

I'm all the way up

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

Shorty what you want? I got what you need

[Infared:]

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

All the way up

I'm all the way up

I'm all the way up

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

Another Day lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. French Montana, Rick Ross, Tiara Thomas)

[Intro: French Montana]

Crack, sometimes you have to take it a day at a time

You know when you hear that HAAAN! {"StreetRunner"}

[Chorus: Tiara Thomas]

Just another day, livin' in the hood

Just another day around the, way

Livin' good today

I hear the [gunshot] but I'm here to stay

[Interlude: French Montana]

HAAAN! Just another day, livin' in the hood

Just another day in the hood

Didn't have to use the K today, ahh

Made it through another day, ahh - HAAAN!

[Fat Joe:]

In my hood everyday niggas get locked down

Best friends hit on your girl and get 'em knocked down

Teachers tell you quick "You niggas'll never be shit"

Dropped so much coke in the water could've make the sea sick

All I hear is sirens and sounds of guns blastin'

A little girl went missin' but ain't nobody askin'

My nigga Lil Troy hit the bank said he need cash

Seen him on the news I guess he forgot the ski mask

Strippers and celebrities, Instagram's a lick

Niggas rantin' 'bout gay, cause ignorance is bliss

Shorty changin' food stamps just to get high

Listenin' to Stevie, (Ribbon in the Sky)

Homie reminiscin', I'm keepin' him in my prayers

Cause Joe Crack cares, even if no one else cares

See me on the screen but I'm still the same G

They thought I'd never see outside of 5V

[Chorus 2X]

[Interlude]

[Rick Ross:]

Uhh, welcome home my nigga Joe Crack {"M-M-M"}

Bust a bottle of that black shit, let's go

New seven series charcoal gray Bimmer

Joe Crack, dope boy, nigga Don Cartegena

All the sixes we collect (HUH!) bitches we could sex (HUH!)

Phone still tapped so it's best to send a text (haha)

Go and do a bid, back home just like a king

Bucket full of crab, money bags that we seen

From Rikers to Fisher Isle, digits to digits pilin'

New Wraith with soft plates, long as the bitches smilin'

Ciroc boy, AP on the rocks (rocks)

New Sunseeker, four mil' on a yacht (WOO!)

I came from the mud, Def Jam the new plug (what)

Five gold joints and still gets no love

I walk the same block, rode the same trains

We fucked the same bitches, whipped the same cane

Boss!

[Chorus 2X]

[Interlude]

Another Round lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Chris Brown)

[Chris Brown:]

Don't you be holding back your love

Don't you be holding back

Don't you be holding back your love

Don't you be holding back

'Cause in the end, girl, you're gonna want another round, another round

Girl, you're gonna want another round, another round

I used to want you, and her, and her, and her, and you, and her, and her

I used to want you, and her, and her, and her

All I want, all I want, all I want is you

Shorty got a mean walk, a mean shoe game

Bitch badder than any bitch that you name

I'm talking Janet, maybe Kim K. I heard Rihanna. She like it kinky

Come on

[Fat Joe:]

Quit playing, girl, you know that you want it

I can tell just by the way you push it out and flaunt it you're bad

Something like Dirty Diana. Body dope as heron

The sex is off the handle

Your ex couldn't beat it. I hit it like a free throw

And since I lost some weight you say I got a big ego

It's too strong. You said the drive stick.

Well, baby, just peel off

Loving how it lasts long. Leave the sheets gushy

Fuck you with the mask on. Halloween pussy

Your body shivers and trembles with each and every stroke

Pussy wetter than ever. Enough to sink a boat

[Chris Brown:]

Don't you be holding back your love

Don't you be holding back

Don't you be holding back your love

Don't you be holding back

'Cause in the end, girl, you're gonna want another round, another round

Girl, you're gonna want another round, another round

I used to want you, and her, and her, and her, and you, and her, and her

I used to want you, and her, and her, and her

All I want, all I want, all I want is you

Shorty got a mean walk, a mean shoe game

Bitch badder than any bitch that you name

I'm talking Janet, maybe Kim K. I heard Rihanna. She like it kinky

Come on

[Fat Joe (Chris Brown):]

Never hesitate, purchasing in every state

Transported in foreign cars to large estates

So believe me, you know you wanna come home, girl

As long as we can kick it with your home, girl

Had two on one fast break. That's a slam dunk

I know you want it. I can take you where ya man won't

Champs-Élysées. Think Rolls Royce

Yellow Nuvo and pink boy shorts

[Chris Brown:]

Don't you be holding back your love

Don't you be holding back

Don't you be holding back your love

Don't you be holding back

'Cause in the end, girl, you're gonna want another round, another round

Girl, you're gonna want another round, another round

I used to want you, and her, and her, and her, and you, and her, and her

I used to want you, and her, and her, and her

All I want, all I want, all I want is you

[Chris Brown:]

Girl, you got the bomb thing. Know I can't resist

I'm 'a light some candles, girl, then tie up your wrists

Then I'm licking chocolate right off of your stomach

Baby, you ain't had no freaky shit like this

And I start dripping ice down ya spine (oh oh)

I'll make you mine

And now you're telling all your girls I done tore it up

So don't be mad that they all want me. There's room for all of us

[Chris Brown:]

Don't you be holding back your love

Don't you be holding back

Don't you be holding back your love

Don't you be holding back

'Cause in the end, girl, you're gonna want another round, another round

Girl, you're gonna want another round, another round

I used to want you, and her, and her, and her, and you, and her, and her

I used to want you, and her, and her, and her

All I want, all I want, all I want is you

Shorty got a mean walk, a mean shoe game

Bitch badder than any bitch that you name

Go, girl. Yeah. Just shake it

I want you, baby, naked

Another Round (Remix) lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Chris Brown, Mary J. Blige, Fabolous & Kirko Bangz)

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]

I won't be holding back, my love

I won't be holding back

I won't be holding back, my love

I won't be holding back

Cause in the end you'll know I want another round

Another round

Oh I know I want another round

Another round

[Chris Brown]

I used to want you and her and her

And you with her and her

And now you got me alone and me tonight

I'mma give you my all

All I want is you

[Verse 1: Fabolous]

Hair in a bun cause sometimes your hair just hides your beauty

Swear on my son, ain't too many things could hide your booty

Call me what you like, but bet I slide with cutie

Kenny name wasn't Bud, but he still ride with Rudy

And that's why we comfortable as a Huxtable

You been around since the Lunchables, girl I fucks with you

In the back of the truck with you, same fingers I chuck with two

I'm just playing with you, thinking bout staying with you

Not forever but at least until the A.M. with you

Still playing with it, but you like it raw

Might need a morning after, what we did the night before

Might go another round if you're trying to fight me more

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

Cake cake cake cake cake, I know you love it

Icing like Nuvo with a touch of red velvet

Look at you, you a star

I'm a G, Joe the Don

Super thief, I go hard

In these sheets, I'm a God

Lord, Emilio Pucci leggings for good behavior

I wanna tear them shits off you like Hulkamania

Then dive up in the pussy, Superfly Snuka

Have you coming back to back, more sex to cook up

But ask the girl will I hit advance

She post it out picture perfect, Instagram

I hit home runs and drain last shots

She tore her ACL from all the backshots

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kirko Bangz]

See, she done came down

Double cup with ice

Man, I think she got some drink from me

Ever since I came round

She say she feel wrong

Cause her boyfriend listen to me

I don't give a damn bout it

That nigga, if he trip, I got a whole clique of killers with me

See, I'm the man now

Rolling 24's through the hood, women checking for me

Girl, I ain't playing 'round

Pull up to the crib, hope you wearing something special for me

And I'mma lay it down

Round one, two, and three for you and me

[Hook: Chris Brown and Mary J. Blige]

Attention lyrics - Fat Joe & Dre (feat. Chris Brown)

[Fat Joe:]

It's like Déjà vu

Ladies love cool Dre

Crack!

You gotta love us

[Chris Brown:]

Now you're callin' me for attention, feinin' for attention

Say you're looking for that action

Got my name all in your mentions

Oh now you're coming to your senses, yeah

Now you're callin' me for attention, feinin' for attention

Say you're looking for that action

Got my name all in your mentions

Oh now you're coming to your senses

So now we, ooh

And now you got all the time, in the world now you all free and feinin' for me time, ooh

Feinin' for me time, ooh

Coming to your senses, feinin' for me time

[Fat Joe:]

What's love but a little ménage

What’s Trump without a little of Kanye?

Two Birkins in the drop

Verdicts out, yeah I put it in her mouth

Fat ass, slim waist, thick lips, no face, no case so they can't say shit

Yeah she did it yeah she did it on the floor, on the sink, on the counters of the kitchen

Now you're coming to your senses

Got it wet, Six Flags Great Adventure

Ever since I put that ass in detention

You were showing ass on the crack for attention

[Chris Brown:]

Now you're callin' me for attention, feinin' for attention

Say you're looking for that action

Got my name all in your mentions

Oh now you're coming to your senses, yeah

Now you're callin' me for attention, feinin' for attention

Say you're looking for that action

Got my name all in your mentions

Oh now you're coming to your senses

So now we, ooh

And now you got all the time, in the world now you all free and feinin' for me time, ooh

Feinin' for me time, ooh

Coming to your senses, feinin' for me time

[Dre:]

Yeah you comin' to your senses

Yeah you comin' to your senses

Yeah you comin' to your, ooh

Yeah you comin' to your senses

Yeah you comin' to your senses

Just so you know

Here we go with the same Drama

You actin' out, seen this before, you after clout

Before you know it you be on the outside

Lookin in, like damn I'm missin' them good times

Your last nigga did the plug walk

Price trippin' like how you let the plug walk, yeah

Speak all facts that's the plug talk

Got you sendin me texts lets fuck talk

[Chris Brown:]

Now you're callin' me for attention, feinin' for attention

Say you're looking for that action

Got my name all in your mentions

Oh now you're coming to your senses, yeah

Now you're callin' me for attention, feinin' for attention

Say you're looking for that action

Got my name all in your mentions

Oh now you're coming to your senses

So now we, ooh

And now you got all the time, in the world now you all free and feinin' for me time, ooh

Feinin' for me time, ooh

Coming to your senses, feinin' for me time

Now you're callin' me for attention, feinin' for attention

Say you're looking for that action

Got my name all in your mentions

Oh now you're coming to your senses, yeah

Now you're callin' me for attention, feinin' for attention

Say you're looking for that action

Got my name all in your mentions

Oh now you're coming to your senses

So now we, ooh

And now you got all the time, in the world now you all free and feinin' for me time, ooh

Feinin' for me time, ooh

Coming to your senses, feinin' for me time

Ballin' lyruics - Fat Joe (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Teyana Taylor)

[Intro: Fat Joe]

That Hublot, That king size Hublot

[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]

Ballin’, dribble dribble shoot swish

Ballin’, do it like this, bitch

Ballin’, steppin out of Saks Fifth Ballin’, Everyday is Christmas

[Hook: Teyana Tayor]

Ballin’, Cash rules everything around me

Ballin’, Cash rules everything around me Ballin’,

Cash rules everything around me Ballin’,

If you ain't gettin money you from round me (Ballin’)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

No matter the weather, can’t imagine it better

Got me lookin’ for clear in the Bill Cosby sweater

Hundred bottles is better and they come in those cases

I’m talkin’ peoples and places, we make it light

up like Vegas Ugh, I swear this bitch is dumb as shit

But her ass is even dumber now thats dumber and dumber

How to take off a summer

Took a flight out to Russia, we even flew out her mother huh

Fuck you niggas talkin’ bout?

At the Rucker I was abot to bring Jordan out

They want to get

Coke wet cause of my fan base

I used to get coke wet, I had to fan base

[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]

[Hook: Teyana Tayor]

Ballin’, Cash rules everything around me

Ballin’, Cash rules everything around me Ballin’,

Cash rules everything around me Ballin’,

If you ain't gettin money you from round me (Ballin’)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

O Versace shades and some OG J’s

Keep some OG blaze cause that’s what got me paid

Rockin all this Wang, they look at me strange

Lots of DiamondAir when I'm on the plane

Ridin’ through the city me and Joe crack

A pound of what I’m puffin’ cost you four stacks

Niggas get it twisted cause my tour selled

What the fuck you think a nigga was before rap?

And my crib I new and I talk shit in my interviews

And my wife called my interludes

I don't break laws I just bend the rules

Got racks might spend a few

Couldn’t walk a day in my shoes

Got my own day you seen it in the news

Presidential smoke presidential Role'

Porsche 911, picture me rollin’

Poppin’ champagne OG kush-a-holic’

Put that in your phone, whether you call it

[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]

[Hook: Teyana Tayor]

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]

Hahahaha, coke up in her bra

Nerve of you all a crip is a Colliseum Olajuwon nigga I just Akeem

Worry about the bell, my niggas they got to free em

hampagne dreams and broke pockets

This why we call em niggas false prophets

Ballin’, bitch I'm fuckin ballin’

You can call me Spalding

Or maybe even Rawlings Met her at the

Esseses over there in New Orleans

She said she kinda shy but her body keep callin’

Yeah they keep callin’, I ain't even into them

Niggas jump ship, Pirates of the Carribean

Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin’ my glasses

Niggas is my sons, I acclaim em on my taxes

Look how big her ass is, I think she got the Nicki plan

Ballin’, but I ain't passin or dribblin’

[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]

[Hook: Teyana Tayor]

Instagram That Hoe lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Rick Ross & Juicy J)

[Hook: Juicy J]

Instagram that ho, Instagram that ho

Instagram that ho, Instagram that ho

Wave wave wave wave

Wave wave wave wave

Instagram that ho

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

Instagram that jet, Instagram these kicks

Bouve on my wrist, Instagram that bitch

Instagram that track, Instagram these racks

Fell up off that balcony ass, so fetch your bounce right back

I got hoes off of my water, bracelet all on my anckle

Fuck parole, that striperpole, I love them hoes to their anckle

Instagram that ho, Instagram her mama

Instagram that bitch on the top of the whip while she giving me knowledge

Alexander McQueen, hundred racks in my jeans

Andy Warhol on my wall so all yall heard the bitch scream

Drake told me she look good

Homie on that camera

And I don’t even got hoes, got this Instagramer what

[Hook: Juicy J]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

They hoes all on my phone, [?]

She want a nigga with cash so her questionnaire, I pass

Diamonds all on my fingers

Diamonds all on my Jesus

No miles on my Beemer, never disrespect my genius

20 rooms in home, plenty room for my shone

She posing all in my mirror, sendin pics to my phone

Givenchy all on my back

Versace all in my bag

Margiellas all on my feet

Never interfere feel my cash

Fountain blue, I floss

Prostitutes don’t charge

Empire on top, I Instagram my watch

Five days on my yacht

Cash money I talk

I just instagram my shit and let them broke haters just watch

[Hook: Juicy J]

Love Me Long Time lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Future)

[Hook:]

Without money and the fame and the women

Without luxury cars and the all the spending

Can you love me for me?

Can you love me for me?

Love me long time

Love me long time

Can you love me for me?

Can you love me for me?

Love me long time

Papi love you long time, girl

Smoking on Jamaican, that's that uptown girl

Gave you keys to that drop, hunned g's it's a shot

Pearl harbor, to the harbor, diving off of them yachts

Body look like a stallion, girl

Hit the gym and coast fiending

Used to go with just window shop

Couldn't even go send it

Got too used to that winning

I got used to them used

Now you beef, stay at least

Never dreamed to this ending

[Hook:]

Without money and the fame and the women

Without luxury cars and the all the spending

Can you love me for me?

Can you love me for me?

Love me long time

Love me long time

Can you love me for me?

Can you love me for me?

Love me long time

You said you love me long time girl

But now you say I call you at the wrong time, girl

Oh you acting different, what you out here slippin

Run the streets with these enemies and make me no difference

Show me that catalogue, to hermans I cope that

They said it only come in hard top, I drop that

Mama said you don't love me, shit about to get ugly

Would you love me and fuck me, if I wasn't getting this money

If I ain't have that... if I carried ear rings

Girl would you love me for me?

When that money get low you started trippin

Now you walking out the door and you flippin

Even my mama said you was a don't love me

From the beginning, cause I wasn't winning

I didn't listen

Can you love me for me?

Can you love me for me?

Love me long time

Love me long time

Can you love me for me?

Can you love me for me?

Love me long time

Love me all the time,

Love me all the time, if you love me

[Hook:]

Without money and the fame and the women

Without luxury cars and the all the spending

Can you love me for me?

Can you love me for me?

Love me long time

Love me long time

Can you love me for me?

Can you love me for me?

Love me long time.

Love You To Pieces lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Bryson Tiller)

[Chorus - Bryson Tiller:]

Where you come from girl

You got to be a prototype

Cause you love ain't

I love you to pieces

If I tell you

If I tell you

That's its real

Cause you love ain't

I love you to pieces

[Verse 1 - Fat Joe:]

Soulmates are like diamonds

You never can make them

You got to find them

And your beauty's quite blinding

It's like staring at the sun on an island

And its always the little things

I could see your halo and pretty wings

Lemon crunch on your pinkberry

That's always she really wants

Got to thank Mary

Foreplay but its so long

Just enjoy the ride

Mama hold on

And your loves the sweetest

Your the pieces to my puzzle

I love you to pieces

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Fat Joe:]

Twenty-four karat gold edible icecream

That's a thousand dollar sundae

Met her at Liv

Then I scooped her on Monday

Now that's a hundred-thousand dollar sunday

Berkin bags with the tri-colors

That's just something I can't deny lovers

But this more than just fashion

It's like knowing without asking

Simple things like your feet rubs

Rose petals on the greek tub

Sign says slippery when wet

So I dives in no life vest

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Fat Joe:]

Caramel skin

Hair to her waistline

Porcelain grin

Every kiss like a taste wine

I know true love takes time

If you need a heart

You can take mine

Know you're beautiful

Girl you're beautiful

Things I'd do to you

Things I'd do for you

Cause your loves the sweetest

Your the pieces to my puzzle

I love you to pieces

[Chorus]

Make It Rain (Remix) lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. R. Kelly, T.I., Lil Wayne, Birdman, Rick Ross, Ace Mac & DJ Khaled)

Whoo!

Roxanne, (Its Khals bitches! Owww!) You don't have to turn off your red light...

[Fat Joe:]

Static!

Let's make it rain on these niggaz (Remix!)

[Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled:]

Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror (Remix)

Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella

I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix)

I'm in this bitch with the terror

Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes (Listennn)

[R Kelly:]

I'd be drilling these chicks like Major Payne

When i make it rain

they'd be like, "Yo, do it again!"

from the club to the coupe inside my gates

up in my bedroom screaming each others name

They was perty perty (perty)

and I was flirty flirty (flirty)

Lil' Dro, Lil' Bub now they gettin durty durty (durty)

don't ask me what my name is

stupid bitch I'm famous

You gon make me aim this

Leave yo ass brainless

I'm tryna stay R&B

but these streets is a part of me

So don't get it twisted

You see order 1 bottle

then I fuck with 1 model

then I order more bottles

now I got more models

I'm from that city where them niggaz don't play man

I take a chick to my room like caveman

So ask ur girlfriend my name

I bet she go "Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, weatherman bout to make it rain

[Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled:]

Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror (Remix)

Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella

I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix)

I'm in this bitch with the terror

Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

[Lil Wayne:]

Blat Blat Blat Blat Hey Joey lemme get em

Its young money and we on like the television

The weather channel but I do not broadcast

I throw up more cash

and change the forecast

Your boyfriend is lame

I make it rain on ya

he never make it rain

like Southern California

wheres ur umberella

now getcha raincoat

baby I make it flood now u gon need a boat

[Birdman:]

Fresh to death on 'em

We throwin' money on 'em

Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em

Alligator suede, custom with the shades

Make it snow in the club, bitches know we paid

Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)

White Rolls for my broad on them 23s

Goin' to the club, nigga in a new fleet

All red doors up, doin' it like a real G

[Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled:]

Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror (Remix)

Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella

I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix)

I'm in this bitch with the terror

Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

[T.I.:]

Come see me and Crack in the club flossin'

40 cal in my jacket, 20 stacks in my jeans

No real boss niggaz do real boss things

We bout that shit, you just talkin'

Young Sam Rothstein out with my goons

In the 430 down the strip I zoom

in the drop of January but it feel like June

Big glock I carry make a real big BOOM

Make moves like a young tycoon

I come through like a young typhoon

Category 3, don't be categoring me nigga

Like you can get a better salary than me ah

El Capitan, King, Numbero Uno

I flood pussy clubs, ask any stripper you know

[Ace Mack:]

Ace mizzy get all the hoes

Gotta teach them shit they want to know

Like fuck that pussy ass 9 to 4 girl

Make that bucket a pot of gold

It ain't no money like hustle money

It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny

Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money

That why the money gotta clip to protect it for me

She gotta ride for the A, hop for the A

Live for the minute or be out for the day

Pop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos

Gotta rock on the bezzle of the trigger finger

Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina

Talk shit to a nigga with the 'blama beamed up

When I see her gotta handle my B

I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck

[Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled:]

Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror (Remix)

Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella

I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix)

I'm in this bitch with the terror

Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

Make it rain, Make it rain, Make it rain, Make it rain, Make it rain, Make it rain, Make it rain, Make it rain,

[Rick Ross:]

I be reppin my city

Blowin hundreds and fiftys

If the head right, Ricky there every night

Joey I was listenin'

pullin up spinnin' rims

Time to spend some dividends

My money they swimmin' in

Ross, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor)

Make it rain (Make it rain!), on these haters (on these haters!)

Get your umbrella fella, cause we blowin'

hella chedda, I'm the nigga that you scared of

Cause no one can do it better

[Fat Joe:]

Joe Crack girly

80s crack baby's momma paid me

Maybach, fly Mercedes

Twerk that, drop it baby

Them perty ladies, they drive me crazy

Them skies is hazy, I'll pop like 80

Somebody tell Mr. Bentley to bring his umbrella

Katrina not, its just a one fella

Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon

Got me a designated thrower, cause my hand's hurtin'

I make it rain, its coca bitch

It's not a game, them Vatos Locos rich

Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a little happy ending

And we don't need a hotel, we parkin lot pimpin'

Bitch!

[Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled:]

Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror (Remix)

Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella

I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix)

I'm in this bitch with the terror

Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hoes

Momma lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Big Sean & Dre)

Woo

Pain

You hear the pain in my voice

We couldn't do it without you

Love you so much momma

Die motherfucker die

That's what them niggas was yellin

Out them Caddy sunroofs while they lettin loose

My momma there when a nigga was shot

I was pitchin them rocks, had to live in them pots

My son autistic my momma fightin the cancer

Prayin for answers I'm out here takin them chances

Round the time my brother's the plug

Who'd of thought damn my nigga go blind from usin drugs

It's 360 when them niggas hit me

Almost died in the hands of a coward like a scene out of Power

When Ton was killed all I had was my momma

Always bringin the drama

Had to deal with the trauma

My momma

My momma she the shit reason why I'm so legit

She the one that made a nigga like this

My momma my momma

She the one raised a hustler and a son

Every bag I get I gotta give her some

My momma my momma yeah

My momma my momma yeah

My

I'm the one you can tell

Pray the lord I never break

Give it all my everything

Put it on my everything

Any time I hit the ground

You be by my side through everything

This is all I ever see

Every time I see your face

I love you

Yeah yeah

I love you

Yeah yeah

I love you

Yeah yeah

Look

I was born in a fire Product of Myra

Public school teacher English and writing

Who taught me how to open my third eye up

The law of attraction the power of mind

And somehow provided when funds was all tied up

And still paid for all of my studio sessions and even drove me there though

When I hit the booth I turned to a hero thanks to my dear old (mom)

When I got hit with them sexual assault charges on some fraud shit

On the news you and grandma saw it it broke my heart the hardest

And I almost lost all it friends stopped callin but you was in court right there with me bawlin I cried too

You said the truth gon come out next thing you know they dropped all the charges real shit

You done see me bleed

You done see me black and blue on my knees

You done see my cry out dealin with this hate and motivate me wow

And now look what happened ain't no other nigga from the city that went back to back to back to back to back to back platinum (woah)

You my red carpet they ain't seen it like this since Donda and 'ye (get it)

My momma got lead poisoning so why the fuck you think she cares so much about girls and boys in Flint

She like they gotta go from boys to men from princess to queens and if they ain't being heard then you gotta be they voices then (you)

Ain't enough checks in the world to repay you

Only was is in the next lifetime I be one of your parents that save you

My momma

My momma she the shit reason why I'm so legit

She the one that made a nigga like this

My momma my momma

She the one raised a hustler and a son

Every bag I get I gotta give her some

My momma my momma yeah

My momma my momma yeah

My

My momma she the shit reason why I'm so legit

She the one that made a nigga like this

My momma my momma

She the one raised a hustler and a son

Every bag I get I gotta give her some

My momma my momma yeah

My momma my momma

Love you so much momma

My Lifestyle (Remix) lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Jadakiss, Remi Martin)

[Jadakiss]

TS

Double R baby, D Block

Joe Crack this is history

Who got the most cars, most guns, most bitches

And I don't gotta pull the trigga I just blow kisses

Niggaz love Jada that hate rap

Upstate tryin to get they weight back

Bout to go to k-sack

Cause I made niggaz believers

My voice my flow that helped your faggot ass get in the league

And I ain't gotta suck dick to sell records

get all outta caracter and scream and yell reckless

Listen to me; I'm the cat that'll sit in a tree

And shoot the dog in the head while he shittin and pee

And I'm just so cool; I prally could snatch Trini

from Usher in a club in Atlanta wit no jewels

You always was puss you never was hard

You know who it is Ruff Ryders and Terror-the-squad

And make sure you remember this

My lifestyle remix; 'Kiss, Joe Cracks and Remi-nisce

[Chorus]

Y'all wanna live my lifestyle

Never seen a brick never seen a crack house

Wanna war with the Don have your macs out

Bring it on and I'ma show you gangsta

[reapeat]

[Fat Joe]

Hoddie down wit the mac

Boggie down where it's at

Fuck around hear the sounds of these gats

Wanna clown? we react (come on) fuck dat

Don't you know what you do when you fool wit Joey Crack

I'm still the realest y'all just pretend that you

Claim to do shit that we don't remember

Always thinkin that you running the streets

Now I'ma leave you leakin under a sheet(what)

Fuckin with Joe Crack is costly

No gat can off me

They learned that when I sold lacks at 4th street

A few dudes crippleanother 2 vegi

Its more than obvious this terrorsquad crew deadly

What could we do to stop it?

everything new he cop it

convertable blue 6 before you knew they drop it

And even if they didn't wellyou would just assume he choped it

My lifestyle the shit man it's truly poppin

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Remi Martin]

yea yea yea

I catch you backstatge you already know whats gon happening

Ain't gon be no applaud just a whole lotta clappin

You can't live my lifestyle lemme catch yor ass rappin

First bitch to spit a verse first bitch that I'm slappin

Tell me how these clowns gon laugh at me

When I'm flyin pass the ass pushin a pourch to it's capacity

you see me where ever joey crack be

pretty have niggaz sick like oh shit thas remi ?

Yup Straight gangsta (what) straight music

all that hype about your album and it ain't even do shit

You might have a gun but you sure don't use it

And if givin the opurtunity you prally wouldn't even shoot it

I'm the bitch in this rap shit so fuck all you wack chicks

I'm directin this movie and your just an actress

They wanna what?

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Pick It Up lyrics - Fat Joe & Dre

[Dre:]

This go out to Angels, Starlets, King of Diamonds, VLive

Girl Collection, G5ive, you know, strip clubs world wide

Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)

Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)

Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)

Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)

Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

[Fat Joe {Dre}:]

Fuck Trump my nigga, all you ho ass niggas

All my bitches is foreign, and they take a knee for em' (ho, ho, ho)

{Ho Pop that pussy pick it up}

I like to be in the pussy, but never being a pussy

I peeped you on that gram, and you be slingin' that pussy (ho!)

Seen me in the drop top last week

Now I'm in the spot blowing money like a athlete

Bitches slippin' on them ones, and they love to at me

Bust a brick open, had to drop it on her ass cheeks (ho, ho, ho)

{Ho Pop that pussy pick it up}

All I bought all those, got the ho's yelling gordo

Even those that I don't know

We bout that ace life, gold bottles like Dre's height

Pretty new about the same life, let's get it

[Dre:]

Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)

Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)

Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)

Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)

Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Whole clique lit (nah I'm just sayin')

Might as well throw it on a bitch (nah I'm just sayin')

Make a hater sick (nah I'm just sayin')

How you out here hatin' on these bitches (Dawg, I'm jus sayin)

I love a boss bitch makin mo-ooh-ooh-oohves

The type to buy her own fuckin sho-ooh-ooh-es

I love the ones that's makin money mo-ooh-ooh-ooves

While you at it, cop a nigga something too-ooh-oooh-ooh

Yeah, she probably work at angels on a Monday, yeah

Hustle out of Starlets on a Tuesday, yeah

Takin' flights to LA on a Wednesday yeah, (Westide!)

All my bitches, dope and showin' pussy (cot!)

Cotdamnit, cotdamnit, (this is)

Cotdamnit, cotdamnit

[Fat Joe:]

Dance at the bar, hands on the bar

Ass hit the floor, pussy poppin' on the dough

Dance at the bar, hands on the bar

Ass hit the floor, pussy poppin' on the dough

[Dre:]

Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)

Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)

Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)

Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)

Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Pride N Joy lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Kanye West, Miguel, Roscoe Dash, DJ Khaled, Busta Rhymes, Jadakiss & Mos Def)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes, DJ Khaled, Jadakiss, Miguel, Mos Def, Roscoe Dash]

And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!

I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!

And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!

I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!

[Verse 1: Fat Joe (Kanye West)]

(Well then she's still my pride and joy!) Courtside at the Knick game who the don?!

Plus I worked on your kick game Louboutin

Bercon bags made of python

She a beautiful nightmare (Turn the lights on!)

So I can see that ass

Word to Martin Louis the King (She free at last)

(Word to my nigga Joe Crack you let her hold some stacks)

Yeah before we go to the club she wanted golden sacks

I let her get the gold card I'm a hold the black

(I let her get the black card I couldn't hold it back)

'Cause back in the backyard she used to hold the crack

So I cut them other hoes off like the coldesac

Uh! Now how cold is that

[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]

I ain't never fucked another like this, I need, some more

You 'gon have to show me more, before you steal my pride and joy

What's goin on with me and you, is real, for sure

But you' gon have to show me more, before you steal my pride and joy

Before you steal my pride and......joy!

[Verse 2: Fat Joe (Kanye West)]

I hate that I have to, share with another yo

But she love women and she keeps it undercover yo

And I love women so she brings 'em under covers yo

Fight then we fuck again I swear I really love her though

(Well it's still my pride and joy! joy! joy!)

(Don't Wanna Be A Player) I could find another Joe

Just to prove I love her I use rubbers on my other hoes

And if she ever find out it be another blow

And that only mean that I'm a have to hit another sto' (My pride and joy!)

Spend another knot, hit another lot

That's how you know if you in love or not

Bought her moms a whip on mother's day

Now I gotta get her the same whip her mother got

Pass the Nuvo Mach!

[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]

I ain't never fucked another like this, I need, some more

You 'gon have to show me more, before you steal my pride and joy

What's goin on with me and you, is real, for sure

But you' gon have to show me more, before you steal my pride and joy

Before you steal my pride and......joy!

[Outro: Busta Rhymes, DJ Khaled, Jadakiss, Miguel, Mos Def, Roscoe Dash]

And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!

I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!

And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!

I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!

And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!

I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!

And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!

I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!

And even if she all about the money I don't really care! Care!

I got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share! Share!

Pride N Joy (Remix) lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Ashanti, Trey Songz, Pusha T & Miguel)

[Intro: Ashanti (Trey Songz)]

Yeah! Yeah! Oh! Yeaaahhhhh!!! (I don't know why, I tend to love these kind of girls)

Pride and joy, joy, joy (Ohhhhh Ooooh Ohhhh!!!!)

Why don't you steal my pride and joy, joy, and joy

But your still my pride and joy

[Chorus: Trey Songz (Ashanti)]

So, sophisti-cated, this young, lady

Got me goin, I don't know why, I tend to love these kind of girls

She's my, baby, It's so, crazy

I can't take it, but I love it, I swear I love her though

Even if she's all about the money I don't really care, yeah

Got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share

Oh I love these kind of girls (Why don't you steal my pride and joy)

[Verse 1: Pusha T (Ashanti)]

Look at where the time went

Could never get back all the time spent (Joy, Joy, Joy)

Chase time, face time

Nowadays I don't even try and waste mine (Joy, Joy, and Joy)

Just rather drop a bag off

You see love is like a crash course (Joy, Joy, and Joy)

And I hate to be the bad sport

But there's one for every stamp in my passport

So I'm still takin dimes out

And I'm still holdin tryouts (Joy, Joy and Joy)

Just never takin timeout

Scared of what I might find out

[Chorus: Trey Songz (Ashanti)]

So, sophisti-cated, this young, lady

Got me goin, I don't know why, I tend to love these kind of girls

She's my, baby, It's so, crazy

I can't take it, but I love it, I swear I love her though

Even if she's all about the money I don't really care, yeah

Got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share

Oh I love these kind of girls (Why don't you steal my pride and joy)

[Verse 2: Fat Joe (Ashanti) {Trey Songz}]

Courtside any game, who the don?

Must be thinkin I'm a lame shit that you been on (Joy, Joy, and Joy)

I gave you rose, gold, everything

E'vrthing but a wedding ring (Joy, Joy, and Joy)

Now how you 'gon creep?

Got you that bubble gum six shit to shoot up the streets VROOM!!! (Joy, Joy, and Joy)

You say I'm fuckin well you fuckin right!

I heard you fuckin guess it's fuckin life {I don't know why, I tend to love these kind of girls}

So quit denyin it 'cause niggas know

'Cause when you catch her still love her though (Joy, Joy, and Joy)

Ain't goin buy more designer clothes

So why you trippin you got finer hoes?!

CRACK!!!!

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

So, sophisti-cated, this young, lady

Got me goin, I don't know why, I tend to love these kind of girls

She's my, baby, It's so, crazy

I can't take it, but I love it, I swear I love her though

Even if she's all about the money I don't really care, yeah

Got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share

Oh I love these kind of girls

[Verse 3: Ashanti]

It ain't even that I'm all about the money babe

It be a diffence between the things, you do and say

I love you more than anything (Anything)

Boy I swear you gotta stop playin the games

Being your pride and your joy is cool

But I rather be your heart than to play a fool

'Cause my pride is everything I got

I be wrong if I give it up, just want another knot

Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh Oh Oh!!!

But you 'gon have to show me more, still my pride and joy

Because your still my pride and......joy!

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

So, sophisti-cated, this young, lady

Got me goin, I don't know why, I tend to love these kind of girls

She's my, baby, It's so, crazy

I can't take it, but I love it, I swear I love her though

Even if she's all about the money I don't really care, yeah

Got alot of money it's enough of it that we could share

Oh I love these kind of girls

[Outro: Trey Songz]

I lo-o-o-o-ove these kind of girls! I lo-o-o-o-ove these kind of girls!

These kind of gi-rl-rls!!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!! Oh! Oh!

I got whatever you desire! And whatever you require!

You can get it you can get it you can get it you can get it babe!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Oh!

I love these kind of girls! I love these kind of girls!

I love these kind of girls!

Salute Me (Remix) lyrics - Nas, Fat Joe & Cassidy

[Swizz:]

Remix!

[Nas:]

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

Yo Esco illing, Swizz Beatz illing

What more can we say, stop grilling

'Fore you get hit up, shut up good

We'll merc you in your hood

I'm Al Pacino, Nas the God, you'll lose your life

Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shooting dice

Break my cipha, I'm get at you

Slice you, knife you, stab you, shank you, splay ya'll

Too many rappers is jealous, who be gassing the fellows

Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto

Went from nasty to Esco, back to nasty

Clapping that black heat

None of ya'll are matching my level, I'm the general

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

[Fat Joe:]

Nowadays I'm on some mack shit

But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks

The nigga that would soil-in your jacks

Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs

Coke so bright, it shine like white gold

And the hoes love Joe way before this rap shit

Before the Versace floors and the rolls to match it

Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap

Make my bitch walk the strip with no shoes on her feet

Don't front for me, you kids is not balling

If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan

Ties swollen for no man with bold plans

Sick of this rap shit that's why I listen to slow jams

I'm a grown man, the talk of the strip

Niggas think I'm Kev Childs that way I boss this shit

Dogs you's a bitch, I'm here to bring you a muzzle

Saying I'm peeping, I'mma bring you a muzzle

Get the point, General

[Nas:]

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

[Cassidy:]

It's Cassidy, I get rock like a boat when you go fishing

Ayo, Listen I'm the general like Tso's chicken

I'm so sick you can tell by the expression on my face

That I'll get in that ass like preparation H

The weapon the waist and I spray guns off

Cause if its beef, I'mma be on top of it like A-1 sauce

Pause, now who's the truth (me), Who's quick to shoot (me)

My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee

See, I'm a true G, hotter than soup be

Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me

You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you

I'll let the water boil, cook in a quarter in the oil

I had it for sell, but ya'll faggots would tell

Go to jail and start singing like Patti LaBelle

I ain't gonna back in a cell, you rat and you did

Fuck a vest, put a bullet-proof hat on your head

When I'm clapping the lead, I'll murder a nigga

And if he say "he ain't the feds", then I'm serving the nigga

I'm thristy for the change, playing games ain't a issue now

A bitch would give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now

I got that coke and that haze on my grillizy now

We going to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now

They throwing missles round, you still trying to get a nine

Uh, its the last days, end of time

The terrorists jacking planes, sending bombs to the Pentegon

They off the hook like intercoms, we just had a bad wintertime

So you know they gonna start to rob

And steal for a mil when its dinnertime

YOu still spending time focusing on dumb shit

On the block smoking, but you broken on some bumshit

What the hell, you might as well put a suit and tie on

Jump into a casket and get your die on

Shorty (Put It On The Floor) lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Busta Rhymes, Nick Cannon, Chingy)

[Intro]

New York, Put it on the flo’.

New York, Put it on the flo’. (What!) (C’mon)

Cali, Put it on the flo’.

Cali, Put it on the flo’.

Miami, Put it on the flo’.

Miami, Put it on the flo’.

Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.

Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

One time, the women start sniffin around, when we be rippin’ it down, we got ‘em stickin’ around.

The way they love to feel like I’m the king of the town.

The way my money stack steep and got ‘em flippin’ around.

And got ‘em makin’ a sound.

Ayo, you looking delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken.

Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don’t touch my money.

Even though you looking good and it was nice to meet ya, you be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me.

Before you ever try to touch my money clip, I’ll put you on the corner walking up and down the money strip.

Now looka here, honey dip betta find another dummy quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip.

I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain’t getting nothing over here.

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)

Move it to the left (Shorty)

If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)

Keep it right (Shorty)

You betta keep it tight (Shorty)

You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)

[Verse 2: Chingy]

Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipede.

I keep a sack of that, plus some Hennessey.

Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies.

But trick when it’s like that, it’s cause I been a G.

Look at the way women tend to grin at me.

I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy.

Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy.

I’m the young Donald Trump, is y’all hearing me?

Girls on the side line, yeah they cheerin’ me.

Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me.

Man, I’m sick. Know it ain’t no curin’ me.

C to the H to the I-N-G. Y

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)

Move it to the left (Shorty)

If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)

Keep it right (Shorty)

You betta keep it tight (Shorty)

You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]

Put that ass up on the flo’, make it clap when you see cats pass for the door.

I ain’t tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he’s Joe Crack the boss.

Played it back, cause I be so paranoid.

I got a wife, but baby please don’t back it off.

She understood that, said, “What’s good, Crack?”

Got me screaming with a hood, with a hood rat.

Mami, I ain’t gotta pop the ?

But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss ‘em.

So I, cut the chase, took her out the place.

Put her in a bed, put a smile on her face.

She don’t know Joe Crack, the Daun

Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad.

All I keep is a 100 G’s, limit credit card.

Could you believe, we could spend it all.

New York, Put it on the flo’.

New York, Put it on the flo.’

Jersey, Put it on the flo’.

Jersey, Put it on the flo’.

V.A. Put it on the flo’.

V.A. Put it on the flo’.

Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.

Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.

[Verse 4: Nick Cannon]

Shorty, you gon’ work for this little bit of change.

Side order of pimpin’, little bit of game.

What ya know, gon’ hurt, just a little bit of pain.

When I rip your skirt, from your little bity frame.

Whole lot drinkin’, whole lot of cash.

Dirty ol’ Nick with a whole lot of **

Fly Guy, Antonio Vaugus.

Porshe’s we ain’t even parkin.

Valet, alligator air forces.

Waves in my head have them chicks getting nauseas.

Let ‘em cause the fame, my dough, your world.

So shake it like a n-n-n-nasty girl.

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)

Move it to the left (Shorty)

If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)

Keep it right (Shorty)

You betta keep it tight (Shorty)

You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)[2x]

BK, Put it on the flo’.

BK, Put it on the flo’.

BX, Put it on the flo’.

BX, Put it on the flo’.

St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.

St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.

Philly, Put it on the flo’.

Philly, Put it on the flo’.

Fat Joe other songs:

 

So Excited lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Dre)

[Money Kicks:]

Salam Aleikum Joe

Whenever you're in Dubai

We have a zoo in the house

We got tigers called Tyga and Kylie

We living life!

[Fat Joe:]

Yeah, uh

Pulled up in the big boy drop to the big boy yacht

Too many Patek Phillipes, I make the big boys watch

Villa suites in the Fendi chateau

Now ask Big Meech what he know about Joe

I'm fly like Ye, get mines with Jay

Got every pretty bitch tryna ride my wave

Gotta have slim waist and the face Sade

Lay up in the crib and menage all day

Went from nothin' to somethin', now I'm pushin' the button

To the Wraith and the jewelry like a safe

It's a hundred on the hate, but I'm zoned on the cake

When I'm gone I'm gonna miss y'all like the gold on the Cristal

Hit Avi, told him switch dials

Green prawns in Philippe Chow

It ain't shit to me

No Drake, but the P is free

She got cake, well it's somethin' to see, right

[Dre:]

All I know is how to keep it super clear

Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there

When you send a text, I get so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

Yeah, all I know is how to keep it super clear

Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there

When you send a text, I get so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex, add it to the cypher

Yeah, I got a new flex and I'm so excited

Yeah, got a new flex and I know I like it

[Fat Joe:]

Ever got head in the Wraith? Well it's outta this world

You don't believe me? Then ask your girl, keep it a hundred

All she wanted was a real nigga

I'm prayin' every day not to kill niggas

Blocka!

Everything Fendi from the lights to the sofa

Everybody fly, put Fendi on the chauffeur

So sentimental, make her cry when it's over

Biggie, "Hypnotize," still feel her thighs on my shoulder

Throw money at these hoes but I don't do dances

Keep threesomes on my mind like the hat on the Chance kid, woo!

Yeah we back at the Grammy's

And this time I'm bringin' back home three for the family, right

[Dre:]

All I know is how to keep it super clear

Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there

When you send a text, I get so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

Yeah, all I know is how to keep it super clear

Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there

When you send a text, I get so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex, add it to the cypher

Yeah, I got a new flex and I'm so excited

Yeah, got a new flex and I know I like it

[Fat Joe:]

Hey, bitch so bad I could risk it all

If you don't want no problems, boy don't get involved

Now everything ain't Gucci, this a different star

I'm about to go Carmelo, boy and risk it all

Bitch so bad I could risk it all

If you don't want no problems, boy don't get involved

Now everything ain't Gucci, this a different star

I'm about to go 'Melo, ayy

[Dre:]

All I know is how to keep it super clear

Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there

When you send a text, I get so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

Yeah, all I know is how to keep it super clear

Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there

When you send a text, I get so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex, add it to the cypher

Yeah, I got a new flex and I'm so excited

Yeah, got a new flex and I know I like it

Stressin' lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Jennifer Lopez)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

Black bottles, black models

Cuban cigars, Domincanos

Colombianos, it's [?]

100 dope boys on the sofa

I'm [?] with Versace on

Stars on the roof for the ambiance

Dug up some more hundreds, fought a few cases

Now we in the club throwing blue faces

Used to see Papi at the [?]

Now I'm [?] sittin' on gold toilets

[?] more spoils

Large, you people never be loyal

[Hook: Jennifer Lopez]

You can buy me way more bottles then them other sections

Leave 1000 dollar tip what blessin'

All eyes on us, ain't nobody in the club lookin' at your direction

So baby as you one question, do we look like we're stressin'?

Cause we ain't

Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't

Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

[?] more opus

Break up the makeup, we got motives

I'm [?] America that teamwork

Three keys in my sleep, now that's dream work

It's the U-blow show

Seven figures on the wrist like you don't know

The haters lookin' at me cause the mommies lookin' at me

Fed's lookin' at me, all the snitches lookin' at me

Fo' hunnid on the race, that's hella dough

Just to see the stars with no telescope

I got the pussy wetter than that yayo

Get it off of the block, that J. Lo

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]

Alexander McQueen, Balmain Jeans

Everything all black like the Beijing

Cop the Red Octobers since the Valentine

Have Cupid shoot that ass like 1000 times

In the cell got the wrong number

But she gone be my [?] all summer

And she gone be up in my tub half naked

And I just sold the plug [?]

[Hook]

The Game lyrics - Rick Ross, Fat Joe & The Lox

There's nothing like the feeling (Uh) of being in the building (Yeah)

All of a sudden the good guys turn into the villains

Pure satisfaction inside of the action

You see it in the games, you feel it in the captions (Feel it)

This is full contact, winning is a contract (Win)

Don't ever forget that losing is a setback (Yeah)

You can learn a lot though, it's all about the clock though

Win lose or draw, the game never stops though

(Never) Worry 'bout the critics or the analytics

This ain't something you play, you really have to live it

Half the battle is knowing, to prove is to show 'em (Show 'em)

But they won't see you coming, until they see you going (Gone)

Soar as high as you can, don't ever stop flying (Fly)

There is heaven in winning, and hell in not trying (Try)

Face all fears (Uh), before they face you (Yeah)

And don't chase victory, let it chase you (The game)

On top of the mountain, I won't follow you cowards (Uh)

All I need is a pilot, and a proper accountant

They keep knocking me down, but I'm not to be doubted

Keep the pain to myself, but we sharing the knowledge

Always ready for battle (Uh), true success is a war (Uh)

Always follow your heart, know you're destined for more

Living like I'm Young Thugger (Bang), winning shot at the buzzer

Do it all for my ..., VIP for my mother (Woo)

This one just for the books (Uh), top off just for the looks (Uh)

I'm rocking my jewels, no stepping on my foot

Just believe in yourself 'cause you're meant to be great

We have similar dreams, but make different mistakes

Crack

Life's like an empty canvas

Either you paint it with blood, or you paint it with love

Me, I'm with all the above

All I see is the glory in a room filled with all the applause

No excuses, all I see is winners tonight

And the truth is, I want to see the winners unite

Damn, dawg, why you always happy, what's the big occasion?

Life's great, and I'm feeling amazing (Joker)

You fall for anything if you waitin' for help

Me, I stand tall 'cause I bet on myself

Hit 'em with the Shammgod, then the Euro step

Fade away, all you hear is the net

Life's like a box of chocolates, you never know what you get

No doubt, I simply know I'm the best

When you have your own forces with your name on it

Terror be the squad, that's why I spit this game on it

Yo, it's crack

Practice my shootin', came from the bench (From the bench)

You bound for victory if you really playing defense

Told the players on my team, "If I play, I play to win" (Play to win)

And I'm one of the best, let me say it again (I'm one of the best)

I'm never afraid of contact, physical on the block, imagine my next contract

And I shoot it from deep, I love a hype crowd

Mama, there goes that man that puts your lights out (That man)

In a series of seven, I'm in the seven series

I pull up to arenas, them boys better fear me (Better fear me)

Got dog in my heart, yeah, they better hear me

Going for MVP, hope I said it clearly (Said it clearly)

VooDoo lyrics - Shab & Fat Joe

It's Crack

Shab

Young ting' and her thighs so thick

She said...

You better blow a bag on this

Okay...

And I got time today

She want it and I'm trying to pay

I got the Prada, Balenciaga

House of Gucci, Lady Gaga

And she make it drop, no hands though

Up and down like the top of a Lambo

Did Turks, came back too soon

Turned Greece to the new Tulum (Lean back)

Real tight, real tight, Lemon LuLu

And she got it locked like voodoo

Oh you're more beautiful

Then I ever knew

The chains broke, I'm finally free

Wanna runaway now

'Cause you give me life

It's in the shine of your eyes

I fly so high

Whenever you're in the sky

Boy, I can't speak

Hypnotized, I can't breathe

It's like you put a spell on me

It's like you put a spell on me, me

What is this voodoo I'm under

You got me like whoa oh (It's in your eyes)

If we're not made for each other

I don't wanna know oh (Put a spell on me, put a spell on me)

What is this voodoo I'm under

You got me like woah oh (It's in your eyes)

If we're not made for each other

I don't wanna know oh (Put a spell on me, put a spell on me)

You're pushin' all of these buttons

The temperature go up, go up

I got the Prada, Balenciaga

House of Gucci, Lady Gaga

What is this voodoo I'm under

You got me like woah oh

I got the Prada, Balenciaga (You got me like woah)

House of Gucci, Lady Gaga (I love you, Fat Joe)

What is this voodoo I'm under

You got me like woah oh (It's in your eyes)

If we're not made for each other

I don't wanna know oh (Put a spell on me, put a spell on me)

What is this voodoo I'm under

You got me like woah oh (It's in your eyes)

If we're not made for each other

I don't wanna know oh (Put a spell on me, put a spell on me)

What It Came Wit lyrics - P.Gutter, Fat Joe & DJ Drama

Eh yo wassup its the one and only mister thanksgiving ...DJ Drama

This is P.Gutter

Yeah Yeah Joe Crack, Fat Joe...

Albany Stand Up

Gangsta ...Its Gutter Baby

Ya'll niggas know wassup!

I'm a fact rapper

Got every track mastered

Like Tone and Poke

Feds confiscated my hard drive for holding dope

Drug references in every quote

Growing up surrounded by fiends who love to throw their nose in coke

I christened da back seat of the Phantom

That's a holy ghost

Chasing a bag gave me some bold results

Cuban links, Jesus pieces and golden ropes

Leather bombers, Dior buckets and matching Bubble coats

Was making crumbs now I'm stacking bread by the loaf

Holding toast

They want ki's but couldn't hold a note

I'm in da hood wit sheep and I'm the only goat

Gotta watch out for da wolves dressed in designer clothes

I'm losing friends, they keep falling like dominos

That kind of pressure is enough to make you overdose

Da streets cold, more violent than a horror show

Got a lot of actors that will never see a golden globe

Yeah Yeah

All I ever wanted was to be the greatest

Yeah Yeah

Never knew that being great would make me hated

Yeah Yeah

Jealous Ones Still Envy Joe

Thats was Crazy

Be careful what you wish for you might attain it

Yeah Yeah

Chasing money never wanted to be famous

Yeah Yeah

Surrounded by drugs jewelry and entertainment

Yeah Yeah

Every time I get a win it's always tainted

But I can't complain

Cause this is what it came wit

Uh this Panamera got me feelin brolick

Joe Crack

Hosting Wendy Williams

I'm a trending topic

Was in da projects

Making projects off of illegal profits

Used to be da plug now I'm installing sockets

Never thought this day would be acknowledged

I was chasing money

Now they hand me paper

Like I teach in college

Surprised to be alive if I'm being honest

Now I get assistance wit da Bucks like I'm feeding Giannis

Yeah Yeah

Blue money in my Purple Brand jeans gettin outta pocket

Draw da wrong attention like some prima donnas

Foreign whips and frequent trips to Benny Hanna's

Got they eyes on us like Fendi drip

They seeing commas

I from da bottom where they all don cannons

And every gangsta who gotta grill

Is prepared for da drama

Gotta be careful what you wish for

Cause when God answers your prayers

Jealous ones just gonna prey on it

Yeah Yeah

All I ever wanted was to be the greatest

Yeah Yeah

Never knew that being great would make me hated

Yeah Yeah

Jealous Ones Still Envy Joe

That's was Crazy

Be careful what you wish for you might attain it

Yeah Yeah

Chasing money never wanted to be famous

Yeah Yeah

Surrounded by drugs jewelry and entertainment

Yeah Yeah

Every time I get a win it's always tainted

But I can't complain

Cause this is what it came wit

Ya'll heard that fire

Price went up

We ain't ever gonna stop

P.Gutter

DJ Drama... Gangsta...

It's gutter baby

What else is there to say...

What It came wit

We gone!