[{"id":12080120,"name":"Godzilla","trackName":"Godzilla","artistName":"Berner","albumName":"RICO","duration":191.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Berner\nI was brought up on the product, drug dealin' kingpin\nShit I'm on exotic, all white seats. no lease, yeah, I bought it\nBulletproof truck just in case we get shot at (look out)\nWhen it drop, I'm the first one that got it\nI told that bitch go on put it in my pocket\nI be up early in the mix, phone ringin' all the time\nSaid he wanna cop nine but I only brought five\nThe other four went to Livermoore\nTwenty-Six bricks on my kitchen floor\nNightmares of the Feds, I don't sleep right (don't sleep)\nSend that bitch home on a cheap flight\nCarry-on bags full of cream envelopes\nMy baby, she don't speak on my telephone\nYou say a prayer when it leave\nI bet it go quick when it get to Tennessee\n\nYoung Buck\nNaw, for real, niggas know what's up\nIt's buckshot, A.K.A. the cookie monster\nSoon as it touch down, we C.O.D. niggas\nCashville, what up!\n\nYoung Buck\nTrappin' lemon Jell-o in the ghetto, nigga\nRoll a quarter ounce in a cigarillo, nigga\nEvery order counts, watch what you gon' sell a nigga (what'chu doin?)'\nIf I send it to your house, you bet not tell a nigga\nThey got all these German Shepards runnin' round this Wraith\nFido couldn't find it if I put it in his face\nBoy hittin' home-runs, niggas still on third-base\nGettin' it by the tons puttin' it up in her place\nFellow rapper and a promoter, I book you 'fore it's over\nMy bitch about to bring another box of Bakin' Soda\nAnd I got a couple niggas' addresses and a photo\nI'mma pull 'em out and pull up when the time right\nYou penny-pinchin' niggas make sure every dime right\nYou know that Ruger with the red light'll get a nigga mind right\nBerner, anything land you know I have it gone\nAnd I fly out to the Bay and come and wrap my own\nBuck\n\nPhilthy Rich\nAy, it's Philthy, nigga\nYou know I'm walkin' 'round this six bedroom mansion, nigga\nEatin' Top Ramen with a plastic fork, nigga\nLook\n\nPhilthy Rich\nVersace on my bed but demons in my head (yes)\nNiggas want me dead are probably in the Feds (suckas)\nInstagram really hurt a nigga heart (ain't that right?)\nWhen I heard he make a statement, it really hurt my heart\nSmokin' good cookies'll kill\nIt's four G autos, ten-thousand, bitch, watch the pothole (bitch)\nHave you ever had your clothes taken for evidence? (homicide)\nNiggas sneak dissin' 'cause he ain't relevant\nHey, shout out to them niggas that ain't believe in me (salute)\nThem the same niggas mad 'cause they ain't seen with me\nI'm still in the hood 'cause I ain't never left (nah ah)\nWish my brother Dre Fetty could take another breath (rest in peace)\nWord around town there's money on my head (chump change)\nMust be a broke nigga talkin' because I still ain't dead (broke nigga)\nI put this nigga on the lick and I\nain't ask for nothin' (I ain't ask for shit)\nBut the last time I seen him, the nigga was actin' funny\nIt's Philty (It's Philthy)\n\nPhilthy Rich\nYeah, man you could do for a nigga a million times\nBut he only gon' remember that one time you tell him no\nKeep them squares out your circle and your grass cut\nIt's Philty\n\nFeaturingPhilthy Rich & Young Buck\nProduced ByYK808\nWritten ByYoung Buck, Philthy Rich & Berner","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Godzilla\n  artist: Berner\n  album: RICO\n  duration_ms: 191000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Berner\n  I was brought up on the product, drug dealin' kingpin\n  Shit I'm on exotic, all white seats. no lease, yeah, I bought it\n  Bulletproof truck just in case we get shot at (look out)\n  When it drop, I'm the first one that got it\n  I told that bitch go on put it in my pocket\n  I be up early in the mix, phone ringin' all the time\n  Said he wanna cop nine but I only brought five\n  The other four went to Livermoore\n  Twenty-Six bricks on my kitchen floor\n  Nightmares of the Feds, I don't sleep right (don't sleep)\n  Send that bitch home on a cheap flight\n  Carry-on bags full of cream envelopes\n  My baby, she don't speak on my telephone\n  You say a prayer when it leave\n  I bet it go quick when it get to Tennessee\n\n  Young Buck\n  Naw, for real, niggas know what's up\n  It's buckshot, A.K.A. the cookie monster\n  Soon as it touch down, we C.O.D. niggas\n  Cashville, what up!\n\n  Young Buck\n  Trappin' lemon Jell-o in the ghetto, nigga\n  Roll a quarter ounce in a cigarillo, nigga\n  Every order counts, watch what you gon' sell a nigga (what'chu doin?)'\n  If I send it to your house, you bet not tell a nigga\n  They got all these German Shepards runnin' round this Wraith\n  Fido couldn't find it if I put it in his face\n  Boy hittin' home-runs, niggas still on third-base\n  Gettin' it by the tons puttin' it up in her place\n  Fellow rapper and a promoter, I book you 'fore it's over\n  My bitch about to bring another box of Bakin' Soda\n  And I got a couple niggas' addresses and a photo\n  I'mma pull 'em out and pull up when the time right\n  You penny-pinchin' niggas make sure every dime right\n  You know that Ruger with the red light'll get a nigga mind right\n  Berner, anything land you know I have it gone\n  And I fly out to the Bay and come and wrap my own\n  Buck\n\n  Philthy Rich\n  Ay, it's Philthy, nigga\n  You know I'm walkin' 'round this six bedroom mansion, nigga\n  Eatin' Top Ramen with a plastic fork, nigga\n  Look\n\n  Philthy Rich\n  Versace on my bed but demons in my head (yes)\n  Niggas want me dead are probably in the Feds (suckas)\n  Instagram really hurt a nigga heart (ain't that right?)\n  When I heard he make a statement, it really hurt my heart\n  Smokin' good cookies'll kill\n  It's four G autos, ten-thousand, bitch, watch the pothole (bitch)\n  Have you ever had your clothes taken for evidence? (homicide)\n  Niggas sneak dissin' 'cause he ain't relevant\n  Hey, shout out to them niggas that ain't believe in me (salute)\n  Them the same niggas mad 'cause they ain't seen with me\n  I'm still in the hood 'cause I ain't never left (nah ah)\n  Wish my brother Dre Fetty could take another breath (rest in peace)\n  Word around town there's money on my head (chump change)\n  Must be a broke nigga talkin' because I still ain't dead (broke nigga)\n  I put this nigga on the lick and I\n  ain't ask for nothin' (I ain't ask for shit)\n  But the last time I seen him, the nigga was actin' funny\n  It's Philty (It's Philthy)\n\n  Philthy Rich\n  Yeah, man you could do for a nigga a million times\n  But he only gon' remember that one time you tell him no\n  Keep them squares out your circle and your grass cut\n  It's Philty\n\n  FeaturingPhilthy Rich & Young Buck\n  Produced ByYK808\n  Written ByYoung Buck, Philthy Rich & Berner\n"},{"id":6146326,"name":"Godzilla (feat. Young Buck & Philthy Rich)","trackName":"Godzilla (feat. Young Buck & Philthy Rich)","artistName":"Berner","albumName":"Rico","duration":192.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Berner\nI was brought up on the product, drug dealin' kingpin\nShit I'm on exotic, all white seats. no lease, yeah, I bought it\nBulletproof truck just in case we get shot at (look out)\nWhen it drop, I'm the first one that got it\nI told that bitch go on put it in my pocket\nI be up early in the mix, phone ringin' all the time\nSaid he wanna cop nine but I only brought five\nThe other four went to Livermoore\nTwenty-Six bricks on my kitchen floor\nNightmares of the Feds, I don't sleep right (don't sleep)\nSend that bitch home on a cheap flight\nCarry-on bags full of cream envelopes\nMy baby, she don't speak on my telephone\nYou say a prayer when it leave\nI bet it go quick when it get to Tennessee\n\nYoung Buck\nNaw, for real, niggas know what's up\nIt's buckshot, A.K.A. the cookie monster\nSoon as it touch down, we C.O.D. niggas\nCashville, what up!\n\nYoung Buck\nTrappin' lemon Jell-o in the ghetto, nigga\nRoll a quarter ounce in a cigarillo, nigga\nEvery order counts, watch what you gon' sell a nigga (what'chu doin?)'\nIf I send it to your house, you bet not tell a nigga\nThey got all these German Shepards runnin' round this Wraith\nFido couldn't find it if I put it in his face\nBoy hittin' home-runs, niggas still on third-base\nGettin' it by the tons puttin' it up in her place\nFellow rapper and a promoter, I book you 'fore it's over\nMy bitch about to bring another box of Bakin' Soda\nAnd I got a couple niggas' addresses and a photo\nI'mma pull 'em out and pull up when the time right\nYou penny-pinchin' niggas make sure every dime right\nYou know that Ruger with the red light'll get a nigga mind right\nBerner, anything land you know I have it gone\nAnd I fly out to the Bay and come and wrap my own\nBuck\n\nPhilthy Rich\nAy, it's Philthy, nigga\nYou know I'm walkin' 'round this six bedroom mansion, nigga\nEatin' Top Ramen with a plastic fork, nigga\nLook\n\nPhilthy Rich\nVersace on my bed but demons in my head (yes)\nNiggas want me dead are probably in the Feds (suckas)\nInstagram really hurt a nigga heart (ain't that right?)\nWhen I heard he make a statement, it really hurt my heart\nSmokin' good cookies'll kill\nIt's four G autos, ten-thousand, bitch, watch the pothole (bitch)\nHave you ever had your clothes taken for evidence? (homicide)\nNiggas sneak dissin' 'cause he ain't relevant\nHey, shout out to them niggas that ain't believe in me (salute)\nThem the same niggas mad 'cause they ain't seen with me\nI'm still in the hood 'cause I ain't never left (nah ah)\nWish my brother Dre Fetty could take another breath (rest in peace)\nWord around town there's money on my head (chump change)\nMust be a broke nigga talkin' because I still ain't dead (broke nigga)\nI put this nigga on the lick and I\nAin't ask for nothin' (I ain't ask for shit)\nBut the last time I seen him, the nigga was actin' funny\nIt's Philty (It's Philthy)\n\nPhilthy Rich\nYeah, man you could do for a nigga a million times\nBut he only gon' remember that one time you tell him no\nKeep them squares out your circle and your grass cut\nIt's Philty\n\nFeaturingPhilthy Rich & Young Buck\nProduced ByYK808\nWritten ByYoung Buck, Philthy Rich & Berner","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Godzilla (feat. Young Buck & Philthy Rich)\n  artist: Berner\n  album: Rico\n  duration_ms: 192000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Berner\n  I was brought up on the product, drug dealin' kingpin\n  Shit I'm on exotic, all white seats. no lease, yeah, I bought it\n  Bulletproof truck just in case we get shot at (look out)\n  When it drop, I'm the first one that got it\n  I told that bitch go on put it in my pocket\n  I be up early in the mix, phone ringin' all the time\n  Said he wanna cop nine but I only brought five\n  The other four went to Livermoore\n  Twenty-Six bricks on my kitchen floor\n  Nightmares of the Feds, I don't sleep right (don't sleep)\n  Send that bitch home on a cheap flight\n  Carry-on bags full of cream envelopes\n  My baby, she don't speak on my telephone\n  You say a prayer when it leave\n  I bet it go quick when it get to Tennessee\n\n  Young Buck\n  Naw, for real, niggas know what's up\n  It's buckshot, A.K.A. the cookie monster\n  Soon as it touch down, we C.O.D. niggas\n  Cashville, what up!\n\n  Young Buck\n  Trappin' lemon Jell-o in the ghetto, nigga\n  Roll a quarter ounce in a cigarillo, nigga\n  Every order counts, watch what you gon' sell a nigga (what'chu doin?)'\n  If I send it to your house, you bet not tell a nigga\n  They got all these German Shepards runnin' round this Wraith\n  Fido couldn't find it if I put it in his face\n  Boy hittin' home-runs, niggas still on third-base\n  Gettin' it by the tons puttin' it up in her place\n  Fellow rapper and a promoter, I book you 'fore it's over\n  My bitch about to bring another box of Bakin' Soda\n  And I got a couple niggas' addresses and a photo\n  I'mma pull 'em out and pull up when the time right\n  You penny-pinchin' niggas make sure every dime right\n  You know that Ruger with the red light'll get a nigga mind right\n  Berner, anything land you know I have it gone\n  And I fly out to the Bay and come and wrap my own\n  Buck\n\n  Philthy Rich\n  Ay, it's Philthy, nigga\n  You know I'm walkin' 'round this six bedroom mansion, nigga\n  Eatin' Top Ramen with a plastic fork, nigga\n  Look\n\n  Philthy Rich\n  Versace on my bed but demons in my head (yes)\n  Niggas want me dead are probably in the Feds (suckas)\n  Instagram really hurt a nigga heart (ain't that right?)\n  When I heard he make a statement, it really hurt my heart\n  Smokin' good cookies'll kill\n  It's four G autos, ten-thousand, bitch, watch the pothole (bitch)\n  Have you ever had your clothes taken for evidence? (homicide)\n  Niggas sneak dissin' 'cause he ain't relevant\n  Hey, shout out to them niggas that ain't believe in me (salute)\n  Them the same niggas mad 'cause they ain't seen with me\n  I'm still in the hood 'cause I ain't never left (nah ah)\n  Wish my brother Dre Fetty could take another breath (rest in peace)\n  Word around town there's money on my head (chump change)\n  Must be a broke nigga talkin' because I still ain't dead (broke nigga)\n  I put this nigga on the lick and I\n  Ain't ask for nothin' (I ain't ask for shit)\n  But the last time I seen him, the nigga was actin' funny\n  It's Philty (It's Philthy)\n\n  Philthy Rich\n  Yeah, man you could do for a nigga a million times\n  But he only gon' remember that one time you tell him no\n  Keep them squares out your circle and your grass cut\n  It's Philty\n\n  FeaturingPhilthy Rich & Young Buck\n  Produced ByYK808\n  Written ByYoung Buck, Philthy Rich & Berner\n"},{"id":6146325,"name":"Godzilla","trackName":"Godzilla","artistName":"Berner feat. Young Buck & Philthy Rich","albumName":"RICO","duration":192.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Berner\nI was brought up on the product, drug dealin' kingpin\nShit I'm on exotic, all white seats. no lease, yeah, I bought it\nBulletproof truck just in case we get shot at (look out)\nWhen it drop, I'm the first one that got it\nI told that bitch go on put it in my pocket\nI be up early in the mix, phone ringin' all the time\nSaid he wanna cop nine but I only brought five\nThe other four went to Livermoore\nTwenty-Six bricks on my kitchen floor\nNightmares of the Feds, I don't sleep right (don't sleep)\nSend that bitch home on a cheap flight\nCarry-on bags full of cream envelopes\nMy baby, she don't speak on my telephone\nYou say a prayer when it leave\nI bet it go quick when it get to Tennessee\n\nYoung Buck\nNaw, for real, niggas know what's up\nIt's buckshot, A.K.A. the cookie monster\nSoon as it touch down, we C.O.D. niggas\nCashville, what up!\n\nYoung Buck\nTrappin' lemon Jell-o in the ghetto, nigga\nRoll a quarter ounce in a cigarillo, nigga\nEvery order counts, watch what you gon' sell a nigga (what'chu doin?)'\nIf I send it to your house, you bet not tell a nigga\nThey got all these German Shepards runnin' round this Wraith\nFido couldn't find it if I put it in his face\nBoy hittin' home-runs, niggas still on third-base\nGettin' it by the tons puttin' it up in her place\nFellow rapper and a promoter, I book you 'fore it's over\nMy bitch about to bring another box of Bakin' Soda\nAnd I got a couple niggas' addresses and a photo\nI'mma pull 'em out and pull up when the time right\nYou penny-pinchin' niggas make sure every dime right\nYou know that Ruger with the red light'll get a nigga mind right\nBerner, anything land you know I have it gone\nAnd I fly out to the Bay and come and wrap my own\nBuck\n\nPhilthy Rich\nAy, it's Philthy, nigga\nYou know I'm walkin' 'round this six bedroom mansion, nigga\nEatin' Top Ramen with a plastic fork, nigga\nLook\n\nPhilthy Rich\nVersace on my bed but demons in my head (yes)\nNiggas want me dead are probably in the Feds (suckas)\nInstagram really hurt a nigga heart (ain't that right?)\nWhen I heard he make a statement, it really hurt my heart\nSmokin' good cookies'll kill\nIt's four G autos, ten-thousand, bitch, watch the pothole (bitch)\nHave you ever had your clothes taken for evidence? (homicide)\nNiggas sneak dissin' 'cause he ain't relevant\nHey, shout out to them niggas that ain't believe in me (salute)\nThem the same niggas mad 'cause they ain't seen with me\nI'm still in the hood 'cause I ain't never left (nah ah)\nWish my brother Dre Fetty could take another breath (rest in peace)\nWord around town there's money on my head (chump change)\nMust be a broke nigga talkin' because I still ain't dead (broke nigga)\nI put this nigga on the lick and I\nAin't ask for nothin' (I ain't ask for shit)\nBut the last time I seen him, the nigga was actin' funny\nIt's Philty (It's Philthy)\n\nPhilthy Rich\nYeah, man you could do for a nigga a million times\nBut he only gon' remember that one time you tell him no\nKeep them squares out your circle and your grass cut\nIt's Philty\n\nFeaturingPhilthy Rich & Young Buck\nProduced ByYK808\nWritten ByYoung Buck, Philthy Rich & Berner","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Godzilla\n  artist: Berner feat. Young Buck & Philthy Rich\n  album: RICO\n  duration_ms: 192000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Berner\n  I was brought up on the product, drug dealin' kingpin\n  Shit I'm on exotic, all white seats. no lease, yeah, I bought it\n  Bulletproof truck just in case we get shot at (look out)\n  When it drop, I'm the first one that got it\n  I told that bitch go on put it in my pocket\n  I be up early in the mix, phone ringin' all the time\n  Said he wanna cop nine but I only brought five\n  The other four went to Livermoore\n  Twenty-Six bricks on my kitchen floor\n  Nightmares of the Feds, I don't sleep right (don't sleep)\n  Send that bitch home on a cheap flight\n  Carry-on bags full of cream envelopes\n  My baby, she don't speak on my telephone\n  You say a prayer when it leave\n  I bet it go quick when it get to Tennessee\n\n  Young Buck\n  Naw, for real, niggas know what's up\n  It's buckshot, A.K.A. the cookie monster\n  Soon as it touch down, we C.O.D. niggas\n  Cashville, what up!\n\n  Young Buck\n  Trappin' lemon Jell-o in the ghetto, nigga\n  Roll a quarter ounce in a cigarillo, nigga\n  Every order counts, watch what you gon' sell a nigga (what'chu doin?)'\n  If I send it to your house, you bet not tell a nigga\n  They got all these German Shepards runnin' round this Wraith\n  Fido couldn't find it if I put it in his face\n  Boy hittin' home-runs, niggas still on third-base\n  Gettin' it by the tons puttin' it up in her place\n  Fellow rapper and a promoter, I book you 'fore it's over\n  My bitch about to bring another box of Bakin' Soda\n  And I got a couple niggas' addresses and a photo\n  I'mma pull 'em out and pull up when the time right\n  You penny-pinchin' niggas make sure every dime right\n  You know that Ruger with the red light'll get a nigga mind right\n  Berner, anything land you know I have it gone\n  And I fly out to the Bay and come and wrap my own\n  Buck\n\n  Philthy Rich\n  Ay, it's Philthy, nigga\n  You know I'm walkin' 'round this six bedroom mansion, nigga\n  Eatin' Top Ramen with a plastic fork, nigga\n  Look\n\n  Philthy Rich\n  Versace on my bed but demons in my head (yes)\n  Niggas want me dead are probably in the Feds (suckas)\n  Instagram really hurt a nigga heart (ain't that right?)\n  When I heard he make a statement, it really hurt my heart\n  Smokin' good cookies'll kill\n  It's four G autos, ten-thousand, bitch, watch the pothole (bitch)\n  Have you ever had your clothes taken for evidence? (homicide)\n  Niggas sneak dissin' 'cause he ain't relevant\n  Hey, shout out to them niggas that ain't believe in me (salute)\n  Them the same niggas mad 'cause they ain't seen with me\n  I'm still in the hood 'cause I ain't never left (nah ah)\n  Wish my brother Dre Fetty could take another breath (rest in peace)\n  Word around town there's money on my head (chump change)\n  Must be a broke nigga talkin' because I still ain't dead (broke nigga)\n  I put this nigga on the lick and I\n  Ain't ask for nothin' (I ain't ask for shit)\n  But the last time I seen him, the nigga was actin' funny\n  It's Philty (It's Philthy)\n\n  Philthy Rich\n  Yeah, man you could do for a nigga a million times\n  But he only gon' remember that one time you tell him no\n  Keep them squares out your circle and your grass cut\n  It's Philty\n\n  FeaturingPhilthy Rich & Young Buck\n  Produced ByYK808\n  Written ByYoung Buck, Philthy Rich & Berner\n"}]