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You dig? You dig?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.41] Internet money, bitch\n[00:03.84] \n[00:12.87] Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n[00:16.02] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:18.93] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[00:22.24] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[00:25.56] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[00:28.57] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[00:31.49] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[00:35.18] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[00:37.92] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[00:41.72] I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n[00:44.48] Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n[00:48.28] I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n[00:51.00] Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n[00:54.90] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:57.76] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[01:01.23] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[01:04.56] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n[01:07.72] You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n[01:10.55] Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n[01:14.55] And the way you keep harassin' me\n[01:17.08] It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n[01:20.97] Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n[01:23.56] You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n[01:26.67] Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n[01:30.26] We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n[01:33.42] Toxic, toxic, toxic\n[01:35.71] The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n[01:39.15] I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n[01:42.44] Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n[01:46.08] Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n[01:50.85] We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n[01:53.79] We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n[01:57.12] Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n[02:00.18] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[02:02.73] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[02:06.08] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[02:09.35] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[02:12.53] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[02:15.57] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[02:18.87] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[02:21.85] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[02:26.56] Gang, gang, gang\n[02:29.66] Probably fuckin' your mama\n[02:31.05] Three K on my wrist like André\n[02:33.17] Servin' like entrée\n[02:36.13] Yeah, you dig? You dig? You dig?\n[02:38.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blastoff\n  artist: Internet Money\n  album: Blastoff\n  duration_ms: 170000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Internet money, bitch\n  start_ms: 410\n  end_ms: 3840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 3840\n  end_ms: 12870\n- text: Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n  start_ms: 12870\n  end_ms: 16020\n- text: Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  start_ms: 16020\n  end_ms: 18930\n- text: Do everything I say like your majesty\n  start_ms: 18930\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 25560\n- text: Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n  start_ms: 25560\n  end_ms: 28570\n- text: Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  start_ms: 28570\n  end_ms: 31490\n- text: Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  start_ms: 31490\n  end_ms: 35180\n- text: Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  start_ms: 35180\n  end_ms: 37920\n- text: Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n  start_ms: 37920\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 44480\n- text: Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n  start_ms: 44480\n  end_ms: 48280\n- text: I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n  start_ms: 48280\n  end_ms: 51000\n- text: Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n  start_ms: 51000\n  end_ms: 54900\n- text: Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  start_ms: 54900\n  end_ms: 57760\n- text: Do everything I say like your majesty\n  start_ms: 57760\n  end_ms: 61230\n- text: Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  start_ms: 61230\n  end_ms: 64560\n- text: Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n  start_ms: 64560\n  end_ms: 67720\n- text: You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n  start_ms: 67720\n  end_ms: 70550\n- text: Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n  start_ms: 70550\n  end_ms: 74550\n- text: And the way you keep harassin' me\n  start_ms: 74550\n  end_ms: 77080\n- text: It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n  start_ms: 77080\n  end_ms: 80970\n- text: Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n  start_ms: 80970\n  end_ms: 83560\n- text: You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n  start_ms: 83560\n  end_ms: 86670\n- text: Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n  start_ms: 86670\n  end_ms: 90260\n- text: We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n  start_ms: 90260\n  end_ms: 93420\n- text: Toxic, toxic, toxic\n  start_ms: 93420\n  end_ms: 95710\n- text: The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n  start_ms: 95710\n  end_ms: 99150\n- text: I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n  start_ms: 99150\n  end_ms: 102440\n- text: Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n  start_ms: 102440\n  end_ms: 106080\n- text: Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n  start_ms: 106080\n  end_ms: 110850\n- text: We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n  start_ms: 110850\n  end_ms: 113790\n- text: We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n  start_ms: 113790\n  end_ms: 117120\n- text: Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n  start_ms: 117120\n  end_ms: 120180\n- text: Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  start_ms: 120180\n  end_ms: 122730\n- text: Do everything I say like your majesty\n  start_ms: 122730\n  end_ms: 126080\n- text: Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  start_ms: 126080\n  end_ms: 129350\n- text: Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n  start_ms: 129350\n  end_ms: 132530\n- text: Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  start_ms: 132530\n  end_ms: 135570\n- text: Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  start_ms: 135570\n  end_ms: 138870\n- text: Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  start_ms: 138870\n  end_ms: 141850\n- text: Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n  start_ms: 141850\n  end_ms: 146560\n- text: Gang, gang, gang\n  start_ms: 146560\n  end_ms: 149660\n- text: Probably fuckin' your mama\n  start_ms: 149660\n  end_ms: 151050\n- text: Three K on my wrist like André\n  start_ms: 151050\n  end_ms: 153170\n- text: Servin' like entrée\n  start_ms: 153170\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: Yeah, you dig? You dig? You dig?\n  start_ms: 156130\n  end_ms: 158900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 158900\nplain: |-\n  Internet money, bitch\n  Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\n  Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\n  I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n  Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n  I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n  Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n\n  You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n  Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n  And the way you keep harassin' me\n  It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n\n  Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n  You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n  Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n  We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n\n  Toxic, toxic, toxic\n  The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n  I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n  Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n\n  Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n  We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n  We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n  Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\n  Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\n  Gang, gang, gang\n  Probably fuckin' your mama\n  Three K on my wrist like André\n  Servin' like entrée\n  Yeah, you dig? You dig? You dig?\n"},{"id":34038878,"name":"Blastoff","trackName":"Blastoff","artistName":"Internet Money","albumName":"Blastoff","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Internet money, bitch\nHahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n\nBaby, come and have a blast with me\nDo everything I say like your majesty\nFuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\nFuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\nFuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\nBeen alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\nCraving your love, it's heart-attacking me\nTryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\nI cannot show these bitches no sympathy\nOr these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\nI was just fortunate, got the remedy\nFuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n\nBaby, come and have a blast with me\nDo everything I say like your majesty\nFuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\nFuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n\nYou picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\nWish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\nAnd the way you keep harassin' me\nIt's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n\nUh, yeah, time is of the essence\nYou know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\nDevil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\nWe're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n\nToxic, toxic, toxic\nThe most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\nI should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\nLet's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n\nSay hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\nWe gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\nWe gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\nMe and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n\nBaby, come and have a blast with me\nDo everything I say like your majesty\nFuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\nFuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\nFuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\nBeen alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\nCraving your love, it's heart-attacking me\nTryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\nGang, gang, gang\nProbably fuckin' your mama\nThree K on my wrist like André\nServin' like entrée\nYeah, you dig? You dig? You dig?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.41] Internet money, bitch\n[00:03.84] \n[00:12.87] Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n[00:16.02] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:18.93] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[00:22.24] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[00:25.56] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[00:28.57] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[00:31.49] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[00:35.18] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[00:37.92] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[00:41.72] I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n[00:44.48] Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n[00:48.28] I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n[00:51.00] Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n[00:54.90] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:57.76] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[01:01.23] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[01:04.56] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n[01:07.72] You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n[01:10.55] Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n[01:14.55] And the way you keep harassin' me\n[01:17.08] It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n[01:20.97] Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n[01:23.56] You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n[01:26.67] Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n[01:30.26] We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n[01:33.42] Toxic, toxic, toxic\n[01:35.71] The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n[01:39.15] I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n[01:42.44] Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n[01:46.08] Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n[01:50.85] We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n[01:53.79] We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n[01:57.12] Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n[02:00.18] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[02:02.73] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[02:06.08] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[02:09.35] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[02:12.53] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[02:15.57] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[02:18.87] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[02:21.85] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[02:26.56] Gang, gang, gang\n[02:29.66] Probably fuckin' your mama\n[02:31.05] Three K on my wrist like André\n[02:33.17] Servin' like entrée\n[02:36.13] Yeah, you dig? You dig? You dig?\n[02:38.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blastoff\n  artist: Internet Money\n  album: Blastoff\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Internet money, bitch\n  start_ms: 410\n  end_ms: 3840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 3840\n  end_ms: 12870\n- text: Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n  start_ms: 12870\n  end_ms: 16020\n- text: Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  start_ms: 16020\n  end_ms: 18930\n- text: Do everything I say like your majesty\n  start_ms: 18930\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 25560\n- text: Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n  start_ms: 25560\n  end_ms: 28570\n- text: Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  start_ms: 28570\n  end_ms: 31490\n- text: Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  start_ms: 31490\n  end_ms: 35180\n- text: Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  start_ms: 35180\n  end_ms: 37920\n- text: Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n  start_ms: 37920\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 44480\n- text: Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n  start_ms: 44480\n  end_ms: 48280\n- text: I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n  start_ms: 48280\n  end_ms: 51000\n- text: Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n  start_ms: 51000\n  end_ms: 54900\n- text: Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  start_ms: 54900\n  end_ms: 57760\n- text: Do everything I say like your majesty\n  start_ms: 57760\n  end_ms: 61230\n- text: Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  start_ms: 61230\n  end_ms: 64560\n- text: Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n  start_ms: 64560\n  end_ms: 67720\n- text: You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n  start_ms: 67720\n  end_ms: 70550\n- text: Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n  start_ms: 70550\n  end_ms: 74550\n- text: And the way you keep harassin' me\n  start_ms: 74550\n  end_ms: 77080\n- text: It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n  start_ms: 77080\n  end_ms: 80970\n- text: Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n  start_ms: 80970\n  end_ms: 83560\n- text: You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n  start_ms: 83560\n  end_ms: 86670\n- text: Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n  start_ms: 86670\n  end_ms: 90260\n- text: We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n  start_ms: 90260\n  end_ms: 93420\n- text: Toxic, toxic, toxic\n  start_ms: 93420\n  end_ms: 95710\n- text: The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n  start_ms: 95710\n  end_ms: 99150\n- text: I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n  start_ms: 99150\n  end_ms: 102440\n- text: Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n  start_ms: 102440\n  end_ms: 106080\n- text: Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n  start_ms: 106080\n  end_ms: 110850\n- text: We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n  start_ms: 110850\n  end_ms: 113790\n- text: We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n  start_ms: 113790\n  end_ms: 117120\n- text: Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n  start_ms: 117120\n  end_ms: 120180\n- text: Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  start_ms: 120180\n  end_ms: 122730\n- text: Do everything I say like your majesty\n  start_ms: 122730\n  end_ms: 126080\n- text: Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  start_ms: 126080\n  end_ms: 129350\n- text: Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n  start_ms: 129350\n  end_ms: 132530\n- text: Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  start_ms: 132530\n  end_ms: 135570\n- text: Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  start_ms: 135570\n  end_ms: 138870\n- text: Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  start_ms: 138870\n  end_ms: 141850\n- text: Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n  start_ms: 141850\n  end_ms: 146560\n- text: Gang, gang, gang\n  start_ms: 146560\n  end_ms: 149660\n- text: Probably fuckin' your mama\n  start_ms: 149660\n  end_ms: 151050\n- text: Three K on my wrist like André\n  start_ms: 151050\n  end_ms: 153170\n- text: Servin' like entrée\n  start_ms: 153170\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: Yeah, you dig? You dig? You dig?\n  start_ms: 156130\n  end_ms: 158900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 158900\nplain: |-\n  Internet money, bitch\n  Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\n  Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\n  I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n  Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n  I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n  Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n\n  You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n  Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n  And the way you keep harassin' me\n  It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n\n  Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n  You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n  Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n  We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n\n  Toxic, toxic, toxic\n  The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n  I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n  Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n\n  Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n  We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n  We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n  Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\n  Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\n  Gang, gang, gang\n  Probably fuckin' your mama\n  Three K on my wrist like André\n  Servin' like entrée\n  Yeah, you dig? You dig? You dig?\n"},{"id":37841183,"name":"Blastoff","trackName":"Blastoff","artistName":"Internet Money","albumName":"Blastoff","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Internet money, bitch\nHahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n\nBaby, come and have a blast with me\nDo everything I say like your majesty\nFuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\nFuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\nFuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\nBeen alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\nCraving your love, it's heart-attacking me\nTryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\nI cannot show these bitches no sympathy\nOr these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\nI was just fortunate, got the remedy\nFuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n\nBaby, come and have a blast with me\nDo everything I say like your majesty\nFuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\nFuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n\nYou picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\nWish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\nAnd the way you keep harassin' me\nIt's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n\nUh, yeah, time is of the essence\nYou know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\nDevil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\nWe're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n\nToxic, toxic, toxic\nThe most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\nI should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\nLet's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n\nSay hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\nWe gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\nWe gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\nMe and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n\nBaby, come and have a blast with me\nDo everything I say like your majesty\nFuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\nFuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\nFuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\nBeen alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\nCraving your love, it's heart-attacking me\nTryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\nGang, gang, gang\nProbably fuckin' your mama\nThree K on my wrist like André\nServin' like entrée\nYeah, you dig? You dig? You dig?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.41]Internet money, bitch\n[00:03.84]\n[00:12.87]Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n[00:16.02]Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:18.93]Do everything I say like your majesty\n[00:22.24]Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[00:25.56]Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[00:28.57]Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[00:31.49]Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[00:35.18]Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[00:37.92]Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[00:41.72]I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n[00:44.48]Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n[00:48.28]I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n[00:51.00]Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n[00:54.90]Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:57.76]Do everything I say like your majesty\n[01:01.23]Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[01:04.56]Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n[01:07.72]You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n[01:10.55]Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n[01:14.55]And the way you keep harassin' me\n[01:17.08]It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n[01:20.97]Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n[01:23.56]You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n[01:26.67]Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n[01:30.26]We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n[01:33.42]Toxic, toxic, toxic\n[01:35.71]The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n[01:39.15]I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n[01:42.44]Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n[01:46.08]Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n[01:50.85]We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n[01:53.79]We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n[01:57.12]Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n[02:00.18]Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[02:02.73]Do everything I say like your majesty\n[02:06.08]Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[02:09.35]Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[02:12.53]Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[02:15.57]Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[02:18.87]Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[02:21.85]Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[02:26.56]Gang, gang, gang\n[02:29.66]Probably fuckin' your mama\n[02:31.05]Three K on my wrist like André\n[02:33.17]Servin' like entrée\n[02:36.13]Yeah, you dig? You dig? You dig?\n[02:38.90]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blastoff\n  artist: Internet Money\n  album: Blastoff\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Internet money, bitch\n  start_ms: 410\n  end_ms: 3840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 3840\n  end_ms: 12870\n- text: Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n  start_ms: 12870\n  end_ms: 16020\n- text: Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  start_ms: 16020\n  end_ms: 18930\n- text: Do everything I say like your majesty\n  start_ms: 18930\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 25560\n- text: Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n  start_ms: 25560\n  end_ms: 28570\n- text: Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  start_ms: 28570\n  end_ms: 31490\n- text: Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  start_ms: 31490\n  end_ms: 35180\n- text: Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  start_ms: 35180\n  end_ms: 37920\n- text: Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n  start_ms: 37920\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 44480\n- text: Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n  start_ms: 44480\n  end_ms: 48280\n- text: I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n  start_ms: 48280\n  end_ms: 51000\n- text: Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n  start_ms: 51000\n  end_ms: 54900\n- text: Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  start_ms: 54900\n  end_ms: 57760\n- text: Do everything I say like your majesty\n  start_ms: 57760\n  end_ms: 61230\n- text: Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  start_ms: 61230\n  end_ms: 64560\n- text: Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n  start_ms: 64560\n  end_ms: 67720\n- text: You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n  start_ms: 67720\n  end_ms: 70550\n- text: Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n  start_ms: 70550\n  end_ms: 74550\n- text: And the way you keep harassin' me\n  start_ms: 74550\n  end_ms: 77080\n- text: It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n  start_ms: 77080\n  end_ms: 80970\n- text: Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n  start_ms: 80970\n  end_ms: 83560\n- text: You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n  start_ms: 83560\n  end_ms: 86670\n- text: Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n  start_ms: 86670\n  end_ms: 90260\n- text: We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n  start_ms: 90260\n  end_ms: 93420\n- text: Toxic, toxic, toxic\n  start_ms: 93420\n  end_ms: 95710\n- text: The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n  start_ms: 95710\n  end_ms: 99150\n- text: I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n  start_ms: 99150\n  end_ms: 102440\n- text: Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n  start_ms: 102440\n  end_ms: 106080\n- text: Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n  start_ms: 106080\n  end_ms: 110850\n- text: We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n  start_ms: 110850\n  end_ms: 113790\n- text: We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n  start_ms: 113790\n  end_ms: 117120\n- text: Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n  start_ms: 117120\n  end_ms: 120180\n- text: Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  start_ms: 120180\n  end_ms: 122730\n- text: Do everything I say like your majesty\n  start_ms: 122730\n  end_ms: 126080\n- text: Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  start_ms: 126080\n  end_ms: 129350\n- text: Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n  start_ms: 129350\n  end_ms: 132530\n- text: Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  start_ms: 132530\n  end_ms: 135570\n- text: Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  start_ms: 135570\n  end_ms: 138870\n- text: Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  start_ms: 138870\n  end_ms: 141850\n- text: Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n  start_ms: 141850\n  end_ms: 146560\n- text: Gang, gang, gang\n  start_ms: 146560\n  end_ms: 149660\n- text: Probably fuckin' your mama\n  start_ms: 149660\n  end_ms: 151050\n- text: Three K on my wrist like André\n  start_ms: 151050\n  end_ms: 153170\n- text: Servin' like entrée\n  start_ms: 153170\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: Yeah, you dig? You dig? 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You dig? You dig?\n"},{"id":35571100,"name":"Blastoff (feat. Juice WRLD)","trackName":"Blastoff (feat. Juice WRLD)","artistName":"Internet Money","albumName":"Blastoff (feat. Juice WRLD)","duration":175.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Internet Money\nHahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n\nBaby, come and have a blast with me\nDo everything I say like your majesty\nFuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\nFuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\nWhoopty, baby, come get this bag with me\nBeen alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\nCraving your love, it's heart-attacking me\nTryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\nI cannot show these bitches no sympathy\nWho are these niggas? 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They simps and they hella bitch to me\n  I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n  Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\n  Uh, you picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n  Wish it was a papercut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n  Ain't no way you keep harassin' me\n  It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n  Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n  You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n  Devil horns on that angel, still haven't learned my lesson\n  Uh, we're a mess and our life's a wreck (Hey)\n  Toxic, toxic, toxic\n  The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n  I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n  Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n  Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n  We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n  We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n  Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n  Whoopty, baby, come get this bag with me\n  Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\n  Gang, gang, gang\n  Hey, wop\n  Three candles, look like entree\n  Told me like Andre\n  Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo\n"},{"id":14746355,"name":"Blastoff (feat. 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You dig? You dig?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.12] Internet Money, bitch\n[00:02.86] \n[00:14.10] (Nick, you're stupid)\n[00:15.97] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:18.95] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[00:21.84] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[00:25.21] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[00:28.45] Fuck with me, baby, come get this bag with me\n[00:31.40] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[00:34.98] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[00:37.96] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[00:41.49] I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n[00:44.35] Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n[00:47.88] I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n[00:50.72] Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n[00:54.86] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:57.87] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[01:00.82] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[01:04.06] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n[01:07.56] You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n[01:10.23] Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n[01:14.29] And the way you keep harassin' me\n[01:16.84] It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n[01:20.99] Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n[01:23.32] You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n[01:26.64] Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n[01:30.08] We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n[01:33.46] Toxic, toxic, toxic\n[01:35.53] The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n[01:39.04] I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n[01:42.19] Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n[01:45.76] Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me 20 dollars\n[01:50.45] We gon' run through hell with like 20-hundred choppers\n[01:53.68] We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n[01:56.73] Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n[01:59.82] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[02:02.71] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[02:05.64] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[02:09.06] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[02:12.12] Fuck with me, baby, come get this bag with me\n[02:15.22] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[02:18.54] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[02:21.62] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[02:26.38] Gang, gang, gang\n[02:29.63] Probably fuckin' your mama\n[02:30.94] Three K on my wrist like André\n[02:33.04] Servin' like entrée\n[02:34.88] Ha, huh, you dig? 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You dig? 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You dig? You dig?\n  start_ms: 154880\n  end_ms: 157930\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 157930\nplain: |-\n  Internet Money, bitch\n  (Nick, you're stupid)\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\n  Fuck with me, baby, come get this bag with me\n  Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\n  I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n  Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n  I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n  Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n\n  You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n  Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n  And the way you keep harassin' me\n  It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n  Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n  You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n  Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n  We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n\n  Toxic, toxic, toxic\n  The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n  I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n  Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n  Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me 20 dollars\n  We gon' run through hell with like 20-hundred choppers\n  We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n  Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\n  Fuck with me, baby, come get this bag with me\n  Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\n  Gang, gang, gang\n  Probably fuckin' your mama\n  Three K on my wrist like André\n  Servin' like entrée\n  Ha, huh, you dig? You dig? 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You dig? 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You dig? 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You dig? 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You dig? You dig?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.41] Internet money, bitch\n[00:03.84] \n[00:12.87] Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n[00:16.02] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:18.93] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[00:22.24] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[00:25.56] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[00:28.57] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[00:31.49] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[00:35.18] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[00:37.92] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[00:41.72] I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n[00:44.48] Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n[00:48.28] I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n[00:51.00] Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n[00:54.90] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:57.76] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[01:01.23] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[01:04.56] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n[01:07.72] You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n[01:10.55] Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n[01:14.55] And the way you keep harassin' me\n[01:17.08] It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n[01:20.97] Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n[01:23.56] You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n[01:26.67] Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n[01:30.26] We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n[01:33.42] Toxic, toxic, toxic\n[01:35.71] The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n[01:39.15] I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n[01:42.44] Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n[01:46.08] Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n[01:50.85] We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n[01:53.79] We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n[01:57.12] Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n[02:00.18] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[02:02.73] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[02:06.08] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[02:09.35] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[02:12.53] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[02:15.57] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[02:18.87] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[02:21.85] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[02:26.56] Gang, gang, gang\n[02:29.66] Probably fuckin' your mama\n[02:31.05] Three K on my wrist like André\n[02:33.17] Servin' like entrée\n[02:36.13] Yeah, you dig? You dig? You dig?\n[02:38.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blastoff\n  artist: Internet Money\n  album: B4 The Storm (Complete Edition)\n  duration_ms: 175000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Internet money, bitch\n  start_ms: 410\n  end_ms: 3840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 3840\n  end_ms: 12870\n- text: Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n  start_ms: 12870\n  end_ms: 16020\n- text: Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  start_ms: 16020\n  end_ms: 18930\n- text: Do everything I say like your majesty\n  start_ms: 18930\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 25560\n- text: Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n  start_ms: 25560\n  end_ms: 28570\n- text: Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  start_ms: 28570\n  end_ms: 31490\n- text: Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  start_ms: 31490\n  end_ms: 35180\n- text: Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  start_ms: 35180\n  end_ms: 37920\n- text: Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n  start_ms: 37920\n  end_ms: 41720\n- text: I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n  start_ms: 41720\n  end_ms: 44480\n- text: Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n  start_ms: 44480\n  end_ms: 48280\n- text: I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n  start_ms: 48280\n  end_ms: 51000\n- text: Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n  start_ms: 51000\n  end_ms: 54900\n- text: Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  start_ms: 54900\n  end_ms: 57760\n- text: Do everything I say like your majesty\n  start_ms: 57760\n  end_ms: 61230\n- text: Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  start_ms: 61230\n  end_ms: 64560\n- text: Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n  start_ms: 64560\n  end_ms: 67720\n- text: You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n  start_ms: 67720\n  end_ms: 70550\n- text: Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n  start_ms: 70550\n  end_ms: 74550\n- text: And the way you keep harassin' me\n  start_ms: 74550\n  end_ms: 77080\n- text: It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n  start_ms: 77080\n  end_ms: 80970\n- text: Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n  start_ms: 80970\n  end_ms: 83560\n- text: You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n  start_ms: 83560\n  end_ms: 86670\n- text: Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n  start_ms: 86670\n  end_ms: 90260\n- text: We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n  start_ms: 90260\n  end_ms: 93420\n- text: Toxic, toxic, toxic\n  start_ms: 93420\n  end_ms: 95710\n- text: The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n  start_ms: 95710\n  end_ms: 99150\n- text: I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n  start_ms: 99150\n  end_ms: 102440\n- text: Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n  start_ms: 102440\n  end_ms: 106080\n- text: Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n  start_ms: 106080\n  end_ms: 110850\n- text: We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n  start_ms: 110850\n  end_ms: 113790\n- text: We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n  start_ms: 113790\n  end_ms: 117120\n- text: Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n  start_ms: 117120\n  end_ms: 120180\n- text: Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  start_ms: 120180\n  end_ms: 122730\n- text: Do everything I say like your majesty\n  start_ms: 122730\n  end_ms: 126080\n- text: Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  start_ms: 126080\n  end_ms: 129350\n- text: Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n  start_ms: 129350\n  end_ms: 132530\n- text: Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  start_ms: 132530\n  end_ms: 135570\n- text: Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  start_ms: 135570\n  end_ms: 138870\n- text: Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  start_ms: 138870\n  end_ms: 141850\n- text: Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n  start_ms: 141850\n  end_ms: 146560\n- text: Gang, gang, gang\n  start_ms: 146560\n  end_ms: 149660\n- text: Probably fuckin' your mama\n  start_ms: 149660\n  end_ms: 151050\n- text: Three K on my wrist like André\n  start_ms: 151050\n  end_ms: 153170\n- text: Servin' like entrée\n  start_ms: 153170\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: Yeah, you dig? You dig? 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You dig? 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You dig? You dig?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.41] Internet money, bitch\n[00:03.84] \n[00:12.87] Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n[00:16.02] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:18.93] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[00:22.24] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[00:25.56] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[00:28.57] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[00:31.49] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[00:35.18] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[00:37.92] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[00:41.72] I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n[00:44.48] Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n[00:48.28] I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n[00:51.00] Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n[00:54.90] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:57.76] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[01:01.23] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[01:04.56] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n[01:07.72] You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n[01:10.55] Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n[01:14.55] And the way you keep harassin' me\n[01:17.08] It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n[01:20.97] Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n[01:23.56] You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n[01:26.67] Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n[01:30.26] We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n[01:33.42] Toxic, toxic, toxic\n[01:35.71] The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n[01:39.15] I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n[01:42.44] Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n[01:46.08] Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n[01:50.85] We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n[01:53.79] We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n[01:57.12] Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n[02:00.18] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[02:02.73] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[02:06.08] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[02:09.35] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[02:12.53] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[02:15.57] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[02:18.87] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[02:21.85] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[02:26.56] Gang, gang, gang\n[02:29.66] Probably fuckin' your mama\n[02:31.05] Three K on my wrist like André\n[02:33.17] Servin' like entrée\n[02:36.13] Yeah, you dig? You dig? 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You dig? 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You dig? 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You dig? You dig?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.41] Internet money, bitch\n[00:03.84] \n[00:12.87] Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n[00:16.02] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:18.93] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[00:22.24] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[00:25.56] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[00:28.57] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[00:31.49] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[00:35.18] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[00:37.92] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[00:41.72] I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n[00:44.48] Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n[00:48.28] I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n[00:51.00] Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n[00:54.90] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:57.76] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[01:01.23] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[01:04.56] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n[01:07.72] You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n[01:10.55] Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n[01:14.55] And the way you keep harassin' me\n[01:17.08] It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n[01:20.97] Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n[01:23.56] You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n[01:26.67] Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n[01:30.26] We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n[01:33.42] Toxic, toxic, toxic\n[01:35.71] The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n[01:39.15] I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n[01:42.44] Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n[01:46.08] Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n[01:50.85] We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n[01:53.79] We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n[01:57.12] Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n[02:00.18] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[02:02.73] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[02:06.08] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[02:09.35] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[02:12.53] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[02:15.57] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[02:18.87] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[02:21.85] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[02:26.56] Gang, gang, gang\n[02:29.66] Probably fuckin' your mama\n[02:31.05] Three K on my wrist like André\n[02:33.17] Servin' like entrée\n[02:36.13] Yeah, you dig? You dig? 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You dig? 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You dig? You dig?\n"},{"id":23860536,"name":"Blastoff (feat. Juice WRLD)","trackName":"Blastoff (feat. Juice WRLD)","artistName":"Internet Money, Trippie Redd, Diplo, Juice WRLD","albumName":"Blastoff (feat. 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You dig? 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You dig? 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You dig? 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You dig? You dig?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.41] Internet money, bitch\n[00:03.84] \n[00:12.87] Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n[00:16.02] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:18.93] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[00:22.24] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[00:25.56] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[00:28.57] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[00:31.49] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[00:35.18] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[00:37.92] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[00:41.72] I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n[00:44.48] Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n[00:48.28] I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n[00:51.00] Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n[00:54.90] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:57.76] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[01:01.23] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[01:04.56] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n[01:07.72] You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n[01:10.55] Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n[01:14.55] And the way you keep harassin' me\n[01:17.08] It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n[01:20.97] Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n[01:23.56] You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n[01:26.67] Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n[01:30.26] We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n[01:33.42] Toxic, toxic, toxic\n[01:35.71] The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n[01:39.15] I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n[01:42.44] Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n[01:46.08] Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n[01:50.85] We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n[01:53.79] We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n[01:57.12] Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n[02:00.18] Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[02:02.73] Do everything I say like your majesty\n[02:06.08] Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[02:09.35] Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[02:12.53] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[02:15.57] Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[02:18.87] Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[02:21.85] Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[02:26.56] Gang, gang, gang\n[02:29.66] Probably fuckin' your mama\n[02:31.05] Three K on my wrist like André\n[02:33.17] Servin' like entrée\n[02:36.13] Yeah, you dig? You dig? 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You dig? 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You dig? 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You dig? You dig?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.41]Internet money, bitch\n[00:03.84]\n[00:12.87]Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n[00:16.02]Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:18.93]Do everything I say like your majesty\n[00:22.24]Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[00:25.56]Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[00:28.57]Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[00:31.49]Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[00:35.18]Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[00:37.92]Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[00:41.72]I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n[00:44.48]Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n[00:48.28]I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n[00:51.00]Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n[00:54.90]Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[00:57.76]Do everything I say like your majesty\n[01:01.23]Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[01:04.56]Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n[01:07.72]You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n[01:10.55]Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n[01:14.55]And the way you keep harassin' me\n[01:17.08]It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n[01:20.97]Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n[01:23.56]You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n[01:26.67]Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n[01:30.26]We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n[01:33.42]Toxic, toxic, toxic\n[01:35.71]The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n[01:39.15]I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n[01:42.44]Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n[01:46.08]Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n[01:50.85]We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n[01:53.79]We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n[01:57.12]Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n[02:00.18]Baby, come and have a blast with me\n[02:02.73]Do everything I say like your majesty\n[02:06.08]Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n[02:09.35]Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n[02:12.53]Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n[02:15.57]Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n[02:18.87]Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n[02:21.85]Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n[02:26.56]Gang, gang, gang\n[02:29.66]Probably fuckin' your mama\n[02:31.05]Three K on my wrist like André\n[02:33.17]Servin' like entrée\n[02:36.13]Yeah, you dig? You dig? 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You dig? You dig?\n  start_ms: 156130\n  end_ms: 158900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 158900\nplain: |-\n  Internet money, bitch\n  Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\n  Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\n  I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n  Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n  I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n  Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n\n  You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n  Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n  And the way you keep harassin' me\n  It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n\n  Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n  You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n  Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n  We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n\n  Toxic, toxic, toxic\n  The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n  I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n  Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n\n  Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n  We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n  We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n  Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\n  Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\n  Gang, gang, gang\n  Probably fuckin' your mama\n  Three K on my wrist like André\n  Servin' like entrée\n  Yeah, you dig? You dig? You dig?\n"},{"id":12334686,"name":"Blastoff (Instrumental) (Instrumental)","trackName":"Blastoff (Instrumental) (Instrumental)","artistName":"Internet Money","albumName":"B4 The Storm (Instrumental)","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nick, you're stupid","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.33] Nick, you're stupid\n[00:16.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blastoff (Instrumental) (Instrumental)\n  artist: Internet Money\n  album: B4 The Storm (Instrumental)\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nick, you're stupid\n  start_ms: 12330\n  end_ms: 16030\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 16030\nplain: Nick, you're stupid\n"},{"id":7127096,"name":"Blastoff (feat. Juice Wrld & Trippie Redd)","trackName":"Blastoff (feat. Juice Wrld & Trippie Redd)","artistName":"Internet Money feat. Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd","albumName":"Blastoff (feat. 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You dig? 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You dig? You dig?\n  start_ms: 156190\n  end_ms: 158630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 158630\nplain: |-\n  Internet money, bitch\n\n  Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\n  Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\n  I cannot show these bitches no sympathy\n  Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me\n  I was just fortunate, got the remedy\n  Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (uh)\n\n  You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me\n  Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out\n  And the way you keep harassin' me\n  It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh\n\n  Uh, yeah, time is of the essence\n  You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend\n  Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (uh)\n  We're a mess and our life's a wreck (hey)\n\n  Toxic, toxic, toxic\n  The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'\n  I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic\n  Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter\n\n  Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars\n  We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers\n  We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama\n  Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas\n\n  Baby, come and have a blast with me\n  Do everything I say like your majesty\n  Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy\n  Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me\n\n  Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me\n  Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me\n  Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me\n  Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese\n\n  Gang, gang, gang\n  Probably fuckin' your mama\n  Three K on my wrist like André\n  Servin' like entrée\n  Yeah, you dig? You dig? You dig?\n"}]