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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’.

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