The linguistic construction of gender in English language culture based on rap

Niggas got me on that young shit

Got me on that go dumb shit

Doodoo stain gang

124. Big Sean (ft. E-40) -- I Don't Fuck with You (December 6, 2014)

Uh, fuck, I don't fuck with you

You little stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you

You little, you little dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you

I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do

Than to be fuckin' with you, little stupid ass

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

I don't, I don't, I don't give a fuck

Bitch, I don't give a fuck about you

Or anything that you do

Don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do

I heard you got a new man, I see you takin' a pic

Then you post it up, thinkin' that it's makin' me sick

I see you callin', I be makin' it quick

I'ma answer that shit like, "I don't fuck with you."

Bitch, I got no feelings to go

I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go

I mean, for real, fuck how you feel

Fuck your two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill

Yeah, and every day I wake up celebratin' shit

Why? `Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy bitch

I stuck to my guns, that's what made me rich

That's what put me on, that's what got me here

That's what made me this

And everything that I do is my first name (B-I-G)

These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain

Ain't nothin' but trill in me, aw man, silly me

I just bought a crib, three stories; that bitch a trilogy

And you know I'm rollin' weed that's fuckin' up the ozone

I got a bitch that text me she ain't got no clothes on

And then another one text, then your ass next

And I'ma text your ass back, like…

[E-40:]

Got a million things on my mind, executive deals online

Limited amount of time, chasin' these dollar signs

And you ain't on your grind

You liable to find me up in the MGM casino in the D

Fuckin' off fetti I could've put on property

From the Bay to the Murder Mitten

My niggas put murder missions

She choosin', that's her decision, free my niggas in prison

On the phone with a bitch who can't do shit

For a pimp but make a nigga hella rich

Got a blunt in my dental, blowin' hemp in a rental

On my way to Sacramento, late night; Arsenio

I'm never sentimental, go hard or go homeless

Barely Harley, I'm chromeless, you might end up domeless

I bet you she into me, her cheddar, she givin' me

I'll make a bitch stand outside forever, like the Statue of Liberty

Rest in pimp, Pimp C, underground king of the South

I raise my styrofoam up, and pour some drink in my mouth

Why you always coming around with bad news?

Say you want me to win, but hope I lose

Askin' if I rock with other niggas in the crew

But them niggas cool, it's just that…

[Big Sean and (E-40):]

Bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you (Little biatch!)

You little stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you (Nuh-uh!)

You little, you little dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you

I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do

Than to be fuckin' with you, little stupid ass

I got a new chick that I gotta thank God for

I got a new whip that I gotta thank the lot for

Yeah, I got a lot but want a lot more

Yeah, we in the buildin', but I'm tryna take it to the top floor

I swear I hear some new bullshit every day I'm wakin' up

It seems like nowadays everybody breakin' up

That shit can break you down if you lose a good girl

I guess you need a bad bitch to come around and make it up

I guess drama makes for the best content

Everything got a bad side, even a conscience

Now you're drinkin' 'til you're unconscious

Feel me when you get a fine bitch

Just don't forget to read the fine print

Life got me meditatin' like I'm in the Himalayas

Keep it G with the L lit on me like the elevator

Yeah, I know that karma's too real

So I hope you doin' cool, but still…

Stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you

Little stupid ass… I ain't fuckin with…

I ain't fuckin'… I ain't, I ain't fuckin' with you

I ain't fuckin' with you (Straight up)

125. Pitbull & Ne-Yo -- Time of Our Lives (February 14, 2015)

I knew my rent was gon' be late about a week ago

I worked my ass off, but I still can't pay it though

But I got just enough

To get up in this club

Hand me a good time before my time is up

Hey, let's get it now

Ooh I want the time of my life

Mr. Worldwide!

Oh baby

Ooh give me the time of my life

Ne-Yo, let's get it!

Let's get it now

This is the last $20 I got

But I'm a have a good time ballin' on that

Tell the bartender line up some shots

'Cause I'm a get loose tonight

She's on fire, she's so hot

I'm no liar, she burned the spot

Looked like Mariah, I took another shot

Told her drop, drop, drop, drop it like it's hot

Dirty talk, dirty dance

She a freaky girl and I'm a freaky man

She on the rebound, broke up with her ex

And I'm like Rodman, ready on deck

I told her I wanna ride out, and she said, "Yes"

We didn't go to church, but I got blessed

I knew my rent was gon' be late about a week ago

I worked my ass off, but I still can't pay it though

But I got just enough

To get up in this club

Hand me a good time before my time is up

Hey, let's get it now

Ooh I want the time of my life

Oh, baby

Ooh give me the time of my life

Hey, hey, hey

Let's get it now

Tonight I'mma lose my mind

Better get yours 'cause I'm gonna get mine

Party every night like my last

Mami know the drill, shake that ass

Go ahead baby let me see what you got

You know you got the biggest booty in this spot

And I just wanna see that thing drop

From the back to the front to the top

You know me I'm off in the cut

Always like a squirrel, looking for a nut

This isn't for show I'm not talking 'bout luck

I'm not talking 'bout love, I'm talking 'bout lust

Now let's get loose, have some fun

Forget about bills and the first of the month

It's my night, your night, our night,

Let's turn it up

Everybody going through something

Everybody going through something

I said, everybody going through something

Everybody going through something

So you might as well roll it up

Pour it up, drink it up, throw it up tonight

This for everybody going through tough times

Believe me: been there, done that

But everyday above ground is a great day, remember that

Dalй

126. Fetty Wap -- Trap Queen (April 4, 2015)

I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"

Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in the door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixing for low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be counting up, watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal, talking matching Lambos

At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though

Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole

Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go

Everybody hating, we just call them fans, though

In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies

I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"

I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands

I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'

I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring

She ain't wanting for nothing because I got her everything

It's big ZooWap from the bando

Remind me where I can't go

Remy Boyz got the stamp though

Count up hella them bands though

Boy how far can your bands go?

Fetty Wap, I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though

If you checking for my pockets I'm like…

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll

Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up, that's fasho

I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe

'Cause Remy Boyz or nothing

Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing

(She my trap queen)

Yeah, you hear my boy

(She my trap queen)

Sounding like a zillion bucks on the track

(She my trap queen)

I got whatever on my boy, whatever

(And I get high with my baby)

Put your money where your mouth is

Money on the wood make the game go good

Money out of sight cause fights

Put up or shut up, huh?

Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions

(ZooWap)

127. Wiz Khalifa (ft. Charlie Puth) -- See You Again (April 25, 2015)

It's been a long day without you, my friend

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again

We've come a long way from where we began

Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again

When I see you again

(Hey)

Damn, who knew?

All the planes we flew

Good things we've been through

That I'll be standing right here talking to you

'Bout another path

I know we loved to hit the road and laugh

But something told me that it wouldn't last

Had to switch up

Look at things different, see the bigger picture

Those were the days

Hard work forever pays

Now I see you in a better place (see you in a better place)

How can we not talk about family when family's all that we got?

Everything I went through you were standing there by my side

And now you gon' be with me for the last ride

It's been a long day without you, my friend

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again (I see you again)

We've come a long way (yeah, we came a long way) from where we began (you know we started)

Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again (let me tell you)

When I see you again

(Aah oh, aah oh

Wooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Yeah

First you both go out your way

And the vibe is feeling strong

And what's small turn to a friendship

A friendship turn to a bond

And that bond will never be broken

The love will never get lost (and the love will never get lost)

And when brotherhood come first

Then the line will never be crossed

Established it on our own

When that line had to be drawn

And that line is what we reach

So remember me when I'm gone (remember me when I'm gone)

How can we not talk about family when family's all that we got?

Everything I went through you were standing there by my side

And now you gon' be with me for the last ride

So let the light guide your way, yeah

Hold every memory as you go

And every road you take, will always lead you home, home

128. Silentу -- Watch Me (Whip/Nae Nae) (August 8, 2015)

You already know who it is

Silentу

Silentу

Silentу

Gonna do it for me

Now watch me whip (Kill it!)

Now watch me nae nae (Okay!)

Now watch me whip whip

Watch me nae nae (Want me do it?)

Now watch me whip (Kill it!)

Watch me nae nae (Okay!)

Now watch me whip whip

Watch me nae nae (Can you do it?)

Now watch me

Ooh watch me, watch me

Ooh watch me, watch me

Ooh watch me, watch me

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Do the stanky leg (stank)

Do the stanky leg (stank stank)

Do the stanky leg (stank)

Do the stanky leg (stank stank)

Now break your legs (break 'em, break 'em)

Break your legs (break 'em dog)

Tell 'em "break your legs" (break 'em, break 'em)

Break your legs (break 'em dog)

Tell 'em "break your legs" (break 'em, break 'em)

Break your legs (break 'em dog)

Tell 'em "break your legs" (break 'em, break 'em)

Break your legs (break 'em dog)

Now watch me

Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop

Now watch me

Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop

Now watch me whip (Kill it!)

Now watch me nae nae (Okay!)

Now watch me whip whip

Watch me nae nae (Want me do it?)

Now watch me whip (Kill it!)

Watch me nae nae (Okay!)

Now watch me whip whip

Watch me nae nae (Can you do it?)

Now watch me

Now watch me yule (Soulja)

Now watch me superman (okay!)

Now watch me yule (Soulja)

Now watch me superman (okay!)

Now watch me duff, duff, duff, duff, duff, duff, duff, duff (Hold on)

Now watch me duff, duff, duff, duff, duff, duff, duff, duff, duff

129. Drake -- Hotline Bling (October 10, 2015)

You used to call me on my

You used to, you used to

Yeah

You used to call me on my cell phone

Late night when you need my love

Call me on my cell phone

Late night when you need my love

And I know when that hotline bling

That can only mean one thing

I know when that hotline bling

That can only mean one thing

Ever since I left the city

You got a reputation for yourself now

Everybody knows and I feel left out

Girl you got me down, you got me stressed out

'Cause ever since I left the city

You started wearing less and goin' out more

Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor

Hangin' with some girls I've never seen before

You used to call me on my cell phone

Late night when you need my love

Call me on my cell phone

Late night when you need my love

I know when that hotline bling

That can only mean one thing

I know when that hotline bling

That can only mean one thing

Ever since I left the city, you, you, you

You and me we just don't get along

You make me feel like I did you wrong

Going places where you don't belong

Ever since I left the city

You, you got exactly what you asked for

Running out of pages in your passport

Hanging with some girls I've never seen before

These days, all I do is

Wonder if you're bendin' over backwards for someone else

Wonder if you're rollin' up a backwoods for someone else

Doing things I taught you, gettin' nasty for someone else

You don't need no one else

You don't need nobody else, no

Why you never alone

Why you always touching road

Used to always stay at home, be a good girl

You was in the zone, yeah

You should just be yourself

Right now, you're someone else

Ever since I left the city...

130. G-Eazy and Bebe Rexha -- Me, Myself & I (February 13, 2016)

[Bebe Rexha (G-Eazy):]

Oh, it's just me, myself and I

Solo ride until I die

'Cause I got me for life

(yeah)

Oh I don't need a hand to hold

Even when the night is cold

I got that fire in my soul

[G-Eazy:]

And as far as I can see, I just need privacy

Plus a whole lot of tree, fuck all this modesty

I just need space to do me

Give the world what they're tryna see

A Stella Maxwell right beside of me

A Ferrari, I'm buyin' three

A closet of Saint Laurent, get what I want when I want

'Cause this hunger is driving me, yeah

I just need to be alone, I just need to be at home

Understand what I'm speaking on if time is money I need a loan

But regardless I'll always keep keepin' on

Fuck fake friends, we don't take L's, we just make M's

While y'all follow, we just make trends

I'm right back to work when that break ends

[Bebe Rexha (G-Eazy):]

I don't need anything to get me through the night

Except the beat that's in my heart

Yeah, it's keeping me alive

(Keeps me alive)

I don't need anything to make me satisfied (you know)

'Cause the music does me good and it gets me every time

[G-Eazy:]

Yeah, and I don't like talking to strangers

So get the fuck off me I'm anxious

I'm tryna be cool but I may just go ape shit

Say "fuck y'all" to all of y'all faces

It changes though now that I'm famous

Everyone knows how this lifestyle is dangerous

But I love it the rush is amazing

Celebrate nightly and everyone rages

I found how to cope with my angers

I'm swimming in money

Swimming in liquor my liver is muddy

But it's all good I'm still sippin' this bubbly

This shit is lovely, this shit ain't random, I didn't get lucky

Made it right here 'cause I'm sick with it Cudi

They all take the money for granted

But don't want to work for it tell me now, isn't it funny? Nah

[Bebe Rexha (G-Eazy):]

Like ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba

Ba-ba-ba-da-ba (Yee!)

Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba

Ba-ba-ba-da-ba

Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba

Ba-ba-ba-da-ba

'Cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time

[G-Eazy:]

Yeah, lonely nights I laid awake

Pray to Lord, my soul to take

My heart's become too cold to break

Know I'm great, but I'm broke as hell

Having dreams that I'm folding cake

All my life I've been told to wait

But I'mma get it now, yeah it's no debate

Yeah

131. Drake -- Summer Sixteen (February 20, 2016)

Look, looking, looking

Looking, looking, looking

Looking, looking

Looking

Looking

Looking for revenge

All summer sixteen

All summer sixteen

Playing dirty, not clean

Out front of Four Seasons

Looking like a damn football team

All in the same thing

All repping one thing

Looking for revenge

To do what you couldn't do

Tell Obama that my verses

Are just like the whips that he in

They bulletproof

Minus twenty we in Pitfield

That Kai's kitchen in a Canada Goose

Famous as fuck but I'm still in the cut

When they round up the troops

I'm just a sicko, a real sicko

When you get to know me, nigga

I let the diss record drop

You was staying right below me, nigga

We must have played it a hundred times

You was going to bed

Why would I put on a vest?

I expect you to aim for the head?

I coulda killed you the first time

You don't have to try and say it louder nigga

Trust, we heard you the first time

It's nothing personal

I would have done it to anyone

And I blame where I came from

And I blame all my day ones

You know Chubbs like Draymond

You better off not saying nothing

Them boys they a handful

Then I hit 'em with the Hotline

Chris Breezy with the dance moves

Mo-G with the dance moves

Ave Boy with the dance moves

Jimi Hendrix with the solo

Those the strings that you can't pull

Yeah, and I could really dish it out

Come and get it from the source

Or fuck with all the word of mouth

Golden State running practice at my house

Nigga, what am I about?

You gon' really feel it now

I'm out here looking for revenge

All summer sixteen

Playing dirty, not clean

Out front of Four Seasons

Looking like a damn football team

All repping one thing

Looking for revenge

All you boys in the new Toronto

Wanna be me a little

All your exes know I like my O's

With a V in the middle

You would love it if I went away

And didn't say nothing else

How am I keeping it real

By keeping this shit to myself?

You was never gang, gang, gang, gang

You was never one of us

Had us fooled for a minute there

Now we done all grown up

But I'm better off anyway

Y'all never gonna finish Drake

Say you seeing 'bout it when you see me man

Y'all never home anyway

Thought of things that you shoulda say

Said things that you shouldn't say

We even gave y'all the whole money play

Y'all broke to this day

"Oh, it's your time now" yeah

That's what everybody say

I used to wanna be on Roc-A-Fella

Then I turned into Jay

Now I got a house in LA

Now I got a bigger pool than Ye

And look man, Ye's pool is nice

Mine's just bigger is what I'm saying

I'm that nigga's what I'm saying

Getting things done around here

How you let me run it down here

I'm not even from around here

Six, six, six, six, six

Soon as I'm back in the city they throw a parade

I might get a key to the city and give it to Wayne

Or give it to one of the young boys to carry the wave

So trust me they'll be out here looking for revenge

All summer sixteen

All summer sixteen

Playing dirty, not clean

Out front of Four Seasons

Looking like a damn football team

All repping one thing

Looking for re

They don't want us to have a bigger pool than Kanye

132. Desiigner -- Panda (April 23, 2016)

This what they all been waitin' for.

I guess so.

They been waitin' for this shit for a long time, didn't they?

I'ma give it everythin' I got.

Ayo Dougie park that X6 around the corner.

Ayy I'm just feelin' my vibe right now.

I'm feelin' myself.

Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda...

I got broads in Atlanta

Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta

Credit cards and the scammers

Hitting off licks in the bando

Black X6, Phantom

White X6, look like a panda

Going out like I'm Montana

Hundred killers, hundred hammers

Black X6, Phantom

White X6, panda

Pockets swole, Danny

Selling bar, candy

Man I'm the macho like Randy

The choppa go Oscar for Grammy

Bitch nigga pull up ya panty

Hope you killers understand me

Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda...

I got broads in Atlanta

Twisting dope, lean, and shit sipping Fanta

Credit cards and the scammers

Wake up Versace shit, life Desiigner

Whole bunch of lavish shit

They be asking 'round town who be clapping shit

I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom shit

I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti whip look how I drive this shit

Black X6, Phantom

White X6, killing on camera

Pop a Perc, I can't stand up

Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas

Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom

Know niggas, they come and kill you on the camera

Big Rollie, it dancing bigger than a Pandie

Go Oscar for Grammy, bitch pull up your panty

Fill up I'm a flip it, I got bitches pull up and they get it

I got niggas that's counting for digits

Say you make you a lot of new money

Know some killers pull off and they in the Wraith

CTD, they pull up in a killa Bape,

Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank, niggas up in the bank

We gon' drill the bank, fuck we gon' kill the bank, get it

I got broads, yea I get it

I got cards, yea i shitted

This how I live it

Did it all for a ticket

Now Flex drop bombs when he spin it

And Bobby gon' trend it

Jeff The Don doing business

Zana Ray fucking up shit and she doin' her business

I be getting to the chicken

Counting to the chicken

And all of my niggas gon' split it

133. Kent Jones -- Don't Mind (August 6, 2016)

Hola, hola na

She telling me this

And telling me that

You said once you take me with you, I'll never go back

Now I got a lesson that I want to teach

I'mma show you that where you from don't matter to me

She said, "Hola. їCуmo estбs?" She said, "Konnichiwa."

She said, "Pardon my French," I said, "Bonjour, Madame."

Then she said, "Sak pase," and I said, "N'ap boule."

No matter where I go, you know I love 'em all

She said, "Hola. їComo estбs?" She said, "Konnichiwa."

She said, "Pardon my French," I said, "Bonjour, Madame."

Then she said, "Sak pase," and I said, "N'ap boule."

No matter where I go you know I love them all

African American for sure

I told that baby coming rock a rodeo

Every time I come around, man, I go for broke

She gives me desktop til I overload

Now, baby, you gon' go where you supposed to go

'Cause I ain't got time for you every day

She said she got a man keep it on the low

I said he don't speak English, fuck he gon' say (aye)

Telling me this

And telling me that

You said once you take me with you, I'll never go back

Now I got a lesson that I want to teach ya

I'mma show you that where you from don't matter to me

She said, "Hola. їCуmo estбs?" She said, "Konnichiwa."

She said, "Pardon my French," I said, "Bonjour, Madame."

Then she said, "Sak pase," and I said, "N'ap boule."

No matter where I go, you know I love 'em all

She said, "Hola. їComo estбs?" She said, "Konnichiwa."

She said, "Pardon my French," I said, "Bonjour, Madame."

Then she said, "Sak pase," and I said, "N'ap boule."

No matter where I go you know I love them all

She from Africa but she fucks me like she Haitian

Ass black, but the eyes looking Asian

I give her the can in Kansas;

I got it on tape; she on candid camera

OKC I forgot we met in Oklahoma

I use to smoke Regina, she from Arizona

Then I met a girl in Cali I never disowned her;

She got that high grade

Her weed come with diplomas, I want her

But she keep

134. Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons with Logic and Ty Dolla Sign (ft. X Ambassadors) -- Sucker or Pain (August 27, 2016)

(Dan Reynolds & Sam Harris):

I torture you

Take my hand through the flames

I torture you

I'm a slave to your games. I'm just a sucker for pain

I wanna chain you up, I wanna tie you down

Oooohh, I'm just a sucker for pain

(Ty Dolla $ign):

Dolla $ign! I'm a sucker for pain

I got the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles

Pressure from the man got us all in rebellion

We gon' go to war, yeah, without failure

Do it for the fam dog, ten toes down dog

Love and the loyalty that's what we stand for

Alienated by society

All this pressure give me anxiety

Walk slow through the fire

Like, who gon' try us?

Feeling the world go against us

So we put the world on our shoulders

(Dan Reynolds & Sam Harris):

I torture you

Take my hand through the flames

I torture you

I'm a slave to your games. I'm just a sucker for pain

I wanna chain you up, I wanna tie you down

Oooohh, I'm just a sucker for pain

(Logic):

I been at it with my homies, it don't matter, you don't know me

I been rollin' with my team, we the illest on the scene

I been riding 'round the city with my squad

I been riding 'round the city with my, squad

We just posted, getting crazy, living like this is so amazing

Hold up, take a step back when we roll up cause I know what

We been loyal, we been fam, we the ones you trust in

Won't hesitate to go straight to your head like a concussion

I know I been bussin', no discussion for my family

No hesitation, through my scope I see my enemy

Like what's up? Hold up, we finna re-load up

Yes I re-load up, I know what up, I know what up

(Lil Wayne):

Uhh, devoted to destruction

A full dosage of detrimental dysfunction

I'm, dying slow but the devil tryna rush me

See I'm a fool for pain, I'm a dummy

Might cut my head off right after I slit my throat

Tongue kiss a shark, got jealous ditches up in the boat

Eating peanut butter and jelly fishes, on toast

And if I get stung, I get stoked, might choke

Like I chewed a chunk of charcoal, naked in the North Pole

That's why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul

And only Lord knows when I'm coming to the crossroads

So I don't fear chit but tomorrow

And I'm a sucker for pain, it ain't nuttin' but pain

You just muckin' complain, you ain't tough as you claim

Just stay up in your lane, just don't muck with Lil Wayne

I'ma jump from my plane or stand in front of a train

Cause I'm a sucker for pain

(Wiz Khalifa):

Used to doing bad now we feel like we just now getting it

Ain't got no other way so we start it and finish it

No pain, no gain

Never stand down, made our own way

Never going slow, we pick up the pace

This is what we wanted from a young age

No emotion, that's what business is

Lord have mercy on the witnesses

(Dan Reynolds & Sam Harris):

I torture you

Take my hand through the flames

I torture you

I'm just a sucker for pain

135. Drake (ft. Rihanna) -- Too Good (September 3, 2016)

[Drake:]

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, look

I don't know how to talk to you

I don't know how to ask you if you're okay

My friends always feel the need to tell me things

Seems like they're just happier than us these days

Yeah, these days I don't know how to talk to you

I don't know how to be there when you need me

It feels like the only time you'll see me

Is when you turn your head to the side and look at me differently

Yeah, and last night I think I lost my patience

Last night I got high as your expectations

Last night, I came to a realization

And I hope you can take it

I hope you can take it

I'm too good to you

I'm way too good to you

You take my love for granted

I just don't understand it

No, I'm too good to you

I'm way too good to you

You take my love for granted

I just don't understand it

[Rihanna:]

I don't know how to talk to you

I just know I find myself getting lost with you

Lately you just make me work too hard for you

Got me on flights overseas, and I still can't get across to you

And last night I think I lost my patience

Last night I got high as your expectations

Last night, I came to a realization

And I hope you can take it

I hope you can take it

[Drake & Rihanna:]

I'm too good to you

I'm way too good to you

You take my love for granted

I just don't understand it

No, I'm too good to you

I'm way too good to you

You take my love for granted

I just don't understand it

[Drake:]

Years go by too fast

I can't keep track

How long did we last?

I feel bad for asking

It can't end like this

We gotta take time with this

Cock up yuh bumper, sit down 'pon it

Let me see if this is something I can fix

You got somebody other than me

Don't play the victim when you're with me

Free time is costing me more than it seems

Sacrificing things

And I wanna tell you my intentions

I wanna do the things that I mention

I wanna benefit from the friendship

I wanna get the late night message from you, from you

I put my hands around you

Gotta get a handle on you

Gotta get a handle on the fact that...

136. DRAM (ft. Lil Yachty) -- Broccoli (September 24, 2016)

Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on

I'm beyond all that fuck shit

Hey little mama would you like to be my sunshine?

Nigga touch my gang we gon' turn this shit to Columbine

Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3

30, 000 dollars for a nigga to get flee

I just hit Rodeo and I spent like 10 Gs

I just did a show and spent the check on my mama

When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas

And I keep like 10 phones, damn I'm really never home

All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on

Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone

Way to Brother Skip, boy I had a good day

Metro PCS trapping boy I'm making plays

50 shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan

I know you know my slogan, if I ain't bout guap I'm gone

Niggas hating cause I'm chosen from the concrete that I rose

Shawty staring at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze

Put that dick up in her pussy bet she feel it in her toes

I'm a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows

I'm a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows

Real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows

In the middle of the party bitch get off me

In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli

Ya I know your baby mama fond of me

All she want to do is smoke that broccoli

Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me

Said that I can get that pussy easily

Said that I can hit that shit so greasily

I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily

I got companies and Pesos

I got people on my payroll

She don't do it less I say so

I don't smoke if it ain't fuego

I just sauce em up like Prego

Fettucini with Alfredo

All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega

I was 5 or 6 years old when I had told myself OK you're special

But I treat you like my equal never lesser

I was 26 years old when we had dropped this one amazing record

Had the world stepping

That's what I call epic

Couple summers later I got paper

I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel

With the capers on a square plate

At the restaurant with the why you got to stare face

To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass

Rapper face, dread headed

Golden diamond teeth wearing

They just mad cause I got that cheese bitch I keep dairy

Turned up in the party getting lit to Yachty

With a Spanish Barbie word to my mommy

137. Rae Sremmurd (ft. Gucci Mane) -- Black Beatles (November 26, 2016)

[Swae Lee and Gucci Mane:]

Black Beatles in the city be back immediately to confiscate the moneys

Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike Will!

Sent flowers but you said you didn't receive them.

But you said you didn't need them.

[Swae Lee:]

That girl is a real crowd pleaser

Small world, all her friends know of me

Young bull livin' like an old geezer

Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly

Frat girls still tryna get even

Haters mad for whatever reason

Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'

They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Gettin' so cold I'm not blinkin'

What in the world was I thinkin'?

New day, new money to be made

There is nothing to explain

I'm a fucking black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal

Rocking John Lennon lenses like to see 'em spread eagle

Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table

Screaming, "Everybody's famous."

Like clockwork, I blow it all

And get some more

Get you somebody that can do both

Black Beatles got the babes belly rolling

But she think she love me

I think she trollin'

[Gucci Mane:]

Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes

A broke hoe can only point me to a rich hoe

A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo

Black man, yellow Lamb', red light, go!

(catch up!)

They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the side door

There's so much money on the floor we buying school clothes

Why you bring the money machine to the club for?

And pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo

I eurostep past a hater like I'm Rondo

I upgrade your baby mama to a condo

My Chapos servin' yayo to the gringos

Black Beatle, club close when I say so

[Slim Jxmmi:]

She's a good teaser, and we blowin' reefer

Your body like a work of art, baby

Don't fuck with me, I'll break your heart, baby

DnG on me, I got a lot of flavor

15 hundred on my feet, I'm tryna kill these haters

I had haters when I was broke, I'm rich, I still got haters

I had hoes when I was broke, I'm rich, I'm still a player

I wear leather Gucci jackets like its still the 80's

I've been blowin' OG Kush, I feel a lil' sedated

I can't worry about a broke nigga or a hater

Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related

138. Migos (ft. Lil Uzi Vert) -- Bad and Boujee (January 21, 2017)

You know young rich niggas

You know so we never really had no old money

We got a whole lot of new money though, hah

(If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot ya)

Hey

Raindrop, drop, drop top (drop top)

Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)

Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot

Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)

We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)

I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)

Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)

Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)

My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)

Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)

My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)

We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)

My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)

Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)

My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)

We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)

Offset, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends

I'm ridin' around in a coupe (coupe)

I take your bitch right from you (you)

Bitch I'm a dog, woof (grrr)

Beat that ho walls loose (hey)

Hop in the frog, whoa (skrt)

I tell that bitch don't come for me (come for me)

I swear these niggas is under me (hey)

They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (jumpin' me)

Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)

Ay, we do the most, yeah

Pull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)

My diamonds a choker (glah)

Holdin' the fire with no holster (blaow)

Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)

This a Rollie not a Mueller (hey)

Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (dab)

Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)

Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)

Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)

I'm young and rich and plus I'm boujee (hey)

I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)

Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends

So my money makin' my back ache

You niggas got a low Act' rate (Act')

We from the North, yeah that way (North)

Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)

Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)

Hop in the Lamb', have a drag race (skrt)

I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)

Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddy

Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)

Introduce me to your bitch-ass wifey and we know she sluttin

Broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that nigga ducking

Don't move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)

Draco bad and boujee (Draco)

I'm always hangin' with shooters (brrah)

Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)

Still be playin' with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille

Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)

When I'm on stage show me boobies (ay)

Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest (ice)

Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)

I pull up, I pull up, I pull up

I hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler (skrt)

I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin' into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)

I gave her 10 racks, I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up (ten)

These bitches they fuck and suck dick and they bustin' for Instagram, get your cloud up

Uh, yeah, that way, float on the track like a Segway (go)

Yeah, that way, I used to trap by the subway (trappin')

Yeah, that way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)

Yeah, that way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ay

Wait, these niggas watchin', I swear to God they be my clones

Yeah, hey, huh, switchin' my hoes like my flows (what?)

Switchin' my flows like my clothes (like what?)

Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload

Oh, oh, now she won't fuck with my crew

Cause the money come all out the roof

Drive the 'Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)

Wait, what kind of 'Rari? 458 (damn)

All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)

Try to hide shoot through the gate

Look, go to the strip club, make it rain (rain)

So much money they use rakes

Count 100, 000 in your face (in your face)

Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe

Met her today, oh

She talk to me like she knew me, yeah

Go to sleep in a Jacuzzi, yeah

Yeah, wakin' up right to a two piece, yeah

Countin' that paper like loose leaf, yeah

Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yeah

Yeah, boy you so fat like my collar

You snakin', I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay

And you know we winnin' (winnin')

Yeah, we is not losin'

Try play your song, it ain't move me (what?)

Saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah

139. Kyle (ft. Lil Yachty) -- iSpy (April 15, 2017)

Man fuck...

What's wrong Kyle?

Man, these... kids, man, talkin' shit, makin' me feel bad

Man... fuck them kids, bro. Look around, bro, look at life

Man, you're right

Mmm... you see, you see these fine bitches over here?

Yeah, whoa

You see these trees, man? You see this water?

I guess it is okay

Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man

Man, you know what... y-you're right

You damn right I'm right. I can't remember a time I was goddamn wrong

Man, thanks, Lil Boat

Hey, man, that's what I'm here for

I ain't been gettin' high...

Well, maybe a little, baby, I don't wanna lie

I know when you text me girl, I don't always reply

Well, you're not an angel either, you can't even fly

I noticed, you think that you know shit

All this shade that's comin' at me, I wonder who throws it

They can't see the vision, boy, they must be out of focus

That's a real hot album, homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh, shit

Otay, pray them niggas go away

Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil

This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways

This shit still so cold when it drop, it's gonna be a motherfuckin' snow day

Aye, boy is good and he knows it, he don't say it, he shows it

I am just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in

I am in Cali just coastin', get 'em so wet they need coasters

I got a selfie with Oprah, I just ain't never post it

And I'm in my happy place posted, I ain't frowned since '06

I ain't cried since '01, my pad like Six Flags and your house is no fun

You can come back to mine though, your friend ain't cute, but it's fine though

We gon' end on a high note

I spy with my little eye

A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes

A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife

Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

Oh, I...I spy with my little eye

A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes

A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife

Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

Oh, I, I spy with my little eye

I spy, I spy with my little eye

Oh, I, I spy with my little eye

I spy, I spy with my little eye

Oh, I...

She said she twenty-one, I might have to I.D. that

All my bitches come in pairs like balls in my nutsack

I remember riding around the city in a Hatchback

Lookin' for a problem with my young goblins

I'mma send a model home with her neck throbbin'

I done made so much money that it's non-stoppin'

Got my brothers on my back like the last name

I remember tellin' everyone I couldn't be tamed

Whoa, six months later I had snapped and now I'm in the game

Went from fake chains to diamonds in another lane

Went from "Can you take me here?" to screening out the lane

Went from "Damn, this nigga lame" to remember my name

So I remember all the people who ain't fucked with me

They went to college now all them niggas is history

Upgraded from gold to diamonds in my teeth

Riding deep in the van, like we lookin' for a mystery

Raggy!

So, don't fuck with me. No, lately I been livin' like luxury

Boat and Kyle stick together like piano keys

And on my mother's mother, I won't fuck a bitch without a damn rubber

140. Kendrick Lamar -- Humble (April 22, 2017)

Nobody pray for me, it been that day for me, waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

Aye, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances

Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits

But now I'm counting this

Parmesan where my accountant lives in fact I'm down at this

D'usњe with my boo bae, tastes like kool aid for the analysts

Girl, I can buy your ass the world with my paystub

Ooh that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods

I get way too petty once you let me do the extras

Pull up on your block, then break it down we playing Tetris

A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M. funk

Piss out your per diem you just gotta hate em, funk

If I quit your BM I still ride Mercedes, funk

If I quit this season I still be the greatest, funk

My left stroke just went viral

Right stroke put lil baby in a spiral

Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note

It's levels to it, you and I know, bitch be humble

(Hol' up bitch) sit down,

(Hol' up lil bitch, hol' up, lil bitch) be humble

(Hol' up bitch) sit down (sit down hol' up lil bitch)

Be humble (bitch)

(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch sit down

Lil bitch (hol' up lil bitch) be humble

(Hol' up bitch) sit down

(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble

(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up lil bitch) sit down

(Hol' up lil bitch) be humble

(Hol' up bitch) sit down (hol' up sit down lil bitch)

(Sit down lil bitch) be humble

(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up lil bitch) bitch, sit down

(Hol' up lil bitch) be humble

(Hol' up bitch) sit down

(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)

Who dat nigga thinking that he fronting on man man (man man)

Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the sandman (sandman)

Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right

I make a play fucking up your whole life

I'm so fucking sick and tired of the Photoshop

Show me something natural like afro on Richard Pryor

Show me something natural like ass with some stretch marks

Still will take you down right on your mamma's couch in polo socks, aye

This shit way too crazy, aye

You do not amaze me, aye

I blew cool from AC, aye

Obama just paged me, aye

I don't fabricate it, aye

Most of ya'll be faking, aye

I stay modest bout it, aye

She elaborate it, aye

This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that Ted Talk, aye

Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, aye

If I kill a nigga it won't be the alcohol, aye

I'm the realest nigga after all, bitch be humble

141. DJ Khaled (ft. Justin Bieber, Quavo, Chance the Rapper & Lil Wayne) -- I'm the One (May 20, 2017)

We The Best Music

Another One!

DJ Khaled

Yeah, you're lookin' at the truth, the money never lie, no

I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one

Early mornin' in the dawn, know you wanna ride now. (Let's ride.)

I'm the one, yeah. (Let's ride.)

I'm the one, yeah

And you're sick of all those other imitators

Don't let the only real one intimidate you

See you watchin', don't run outta time now

I'm the one, yeah, oh-eh-oh oh-eh-oh

I'm the one oh-eh-oh oh-eh-oh

I'm the only one oh-eh-oh oh-eh-oh

I'm the one oh-eh-oh oh-eh-oh

I'm the only one

Yo, yo. Quavo

I'm the one that hit that same spot. Hit it.

She the one that bring them rain drops, rain drops.

We go back, remember criss-cross and hopscotch, hopscotch?

You the one that hold me down when the block's hot, hot.

I make your dreams come true when you wake up. Dream.

And your look's just the same without no make up, eh.

Had to pull up on your mama, see what you're made of. Mama.

Ain't gotta worry 'bout 'em commas 'cause my cake up, hey

You can run inside my life from that fame bus

'Cause I promise when we step out you'll be famous, yeah

Modern day Bonnie and Clyde what they named us. Why?

'Cause when we pull up--prr prr--all angles

Okay, though

She beat her face up with that new Chanel

She like the price, she see the ice, it make her coochie melt

When I met her in the club I asked her who she felt

Then she went and put that booty on that Gucci belt

We don't got no label

She say she want bottles, she ain't got no table

She don't got no bed frame, she don't got no tables

We just watching Netflix, she ain't got no cable. Okay, though.

Plug, plug, plug, I'm the plug for her

She want a nigga that pull her hair and hold the door for her

Baby, that's only me, bitch, it okay with me

Baby, okay, okay though

Lookin' for the one, well, bitch, you're looking at the one

I'm the best yet and yet my best is yet to come

'Cause I've been lookin' for somebody, not just any-fuckin'-body

Don't make me catch a body, that's for any and everybody

Oh my God! She hit me up all day, get no response

Bitch you blow my high, that's like turning gold to bronze

Roll my eyes

And when she on the molly she a zombie

She think we Clyde and Bonnie but it's more like Whitney and Bobby

God forgive me

Tunechi and finessin', I'm a legend

Straight up out The Crescent, fly your bae down for the Essence

For the record I knew Khaled when that boy was spinnin' records

Mula Gang winning record, I'm just flexing on my exes, oh, God

142. French Montana (ft. Swae Lee) -- Unforgettable (August 19, 2017)

It's not good enough for me, since I been with you

It's not gonna work for you, nobody can equal me (I know)

I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up

I should know how to pick up

I'm gonna catch the rhythm while she push up against me

Ooh, was she tipsy

I had enough convo for 24

I peeped you from across the room

Pretty little body, dancing like GoGo, aye

And you are unforgettable

I need to get you alone

Why not?

A fucking good time, never hurt nobody

I got a little drink but it's not Bacardi

If you loved the girl then I'm so, so sorry

I got to give it to her like we in a marriage

Oh, like we in a hurry

No, no, I won't tell nobody

You're on your level too

Tryna do what lovers do

Feelin' like I'm fresh out, Boosie

If they want the drama, got the Uzi

Ship the whole crew to the cruise ship

Doin' shit you don't even see in movies

Ride with me, ride with me, boss

I got a hard head but her ass soft

She want the last name with the ring on it

'Cause I pulled out a million cash,

Told her plank on it

Oh oh, you ain't enough for me

Too much for you alone

Baby, go and grab some bad bitches, bring 'em home

Know the jet's on me

I'mma curve my best for you, you know

So pick up that dress for me

Leave the rest on

Too much convo 24 hours

When you stand next to 24 karats

She left her man at home

She don't love him no more

I want your mind and your body

Don't mind nobody

So, you don't ever hurt nobody

Baby girl work your body

Work your body

Now you wanna choose

Just pop the bubbly in the 'cuzi

143. Cardi B -- Bodak Yellow (September 2, 2017)

KSR (ooh)

Hah, it's Cardi, ayy

Said, "I'm the shit, they can't fuck with me if they wanted to"

"I don't gotta dance"

Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to" (ooh)

These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes (ooh)

Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose (bah)

And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look (ooh)

I don't dance now, I make money moves (wave, ayy)

Say I don't gotta dance, I make money move (ooh, ooh)

If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you (ah)

I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (bags)

Now she say she gon' do what to who? Let's find out and see

Cardi B, you know where I'm at, you know where I be (ooh, ooh)

You in the club just to party, I'm there, I get paid a fee (bah)

I be in and out them banks so much, I know they're tired of me

Honestly, don't give a fuck 'bout who in front of me (who)

Dropped two mixtapes in six months, what bitch working as hard as me? (yeah)

I don't bother with these hoes, don't let these hoes bother me

They see pictures, they say, "Goals," bitch, I'm who they tryna be

Look, I might just chill in some BAPE (ooh), I might just chill with your boo

I might just feel on your babe, my pussy feel like a lake

He wanna swim with his face, I'm like, "Okay" (okay)

I'll let him get what he want, he buy me Yves Saint Laurent (yeah)

And the new whip, when I go fast as a horse, I got the trunk in the front (vroom)

I'm the hottest in the street (pew, street), know you prolly heard of me (yeah)

Got a bag and fixed my teeth (teeth), hope you hoes know it ain't cheap (cheap)

And I pay my mama bills (bills), I ain't got no time to chill (blah)

Think these hoes be mad at me (ooh), their baby father run a bill (ooh)

If you a pussy, you get popped (popped), you a goofy, you a opp (opp, blah)

Don't you come around my way (way), you can't hang around my block (block, nope)

And I just checked my accounts, turns out, I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich (I'm rich)

I put my hand above my hip, I bet you dip, he dip, she dip (grrrah)

I say I get the money and go, this shit is hot like a stove (ooh)

My pussy glitter is gold, tell that lil bitch play her role (ah, ah)

I just a-rove in a Rolls (oh), I just came up in a Wraith (yeah)

I need to fill up the tank, no, I need to fill up the safe (ooh)

I need to let all these hoes know that none of their niggas is safe

I go to dinner and steak (blah, yeah), only the real can relate (yeah)

I used to live in the P's (ooh, ooh), now it's a crib with a gate (ah)

Rollie got charms, look like Frosted Flakes (bling)

Had to let these bitches know (yeah), just in case these hoes forgot (oh)

I just run and check the mail, another check from Mona Scott (oh)

144. Post Malone (ft. 21 Savage) -- Rockstar (October 28, 2017)

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black

I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"

Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke

She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison

Ayy, act a fool on stage

Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car

Ayy, shit was legendary

Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn

Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in

Sayin', "I'm with the band"

Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket

Tryna grab up from my pants

Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man

And they all brought a friend

Yeah, ayy

I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars

Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)

Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool

And they ain't got on no bra (no bra)

Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks

And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)

They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage

And you only got 6 cars?" (21)

I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)

Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)

Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)

L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"

Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car

Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard

I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard

Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar

145. Drake -- God's Plan (February 3, 2018)

Yeah, they wishin' and wishin' and wishin' and wishin'

They wishin' on me

I been movin' calm, don't start no trouble with me

Tryna keep it peaceful is a struggle for me

Don't pull up at 6 AM to cuddle with me

You know how I like it when you lovin' on me

I don't wanna die for them to miss me

Yes, I see the things that they wishin' on me

Hope I got some brothers that outlive me

They gon' tell the story, shit was different with me

God's plan, God's plan