[{"id":13944866,"name":"Goodbye","trackName":"Goodbye","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"House Money","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\nYeah, Boss Don shit for that ass\n\nMy favorite rappers was 'Pac, Big, and Jay\nNas and 50 Cent, NWA, yeah\nScreaming, \"Fuck cops\" before them niggas (Way before them niggas)\nMy older brother had me pulling the trigger, yeah\nEvery day I was running from the law (Uh-huh)\nHit out on the competition, I'm coming for them all\nCaught his ass slipping coming from the mall\nHe had his kid so I let him live, but\nIf I see him again he wouldn't get a pass\nBaby want that gelatin, put it in the ass, splash (Splash)\nDuffle full of cash\nYou ever speaking my name, I'm coming for you fast\nYou niggas be lollipops, cotton candy\nColder than winter, hot as Miami\nThe musical mercenary is back, lyrical nigga, please\nI'm murdering you motherfuckers, I make 'em memories, yeah\n\nYou can run with us or get run over\nNo more slipping, we getting older\n.44 in the holster, baby, you can cry on my shoulder\nYeah, we doing what they said we'd never do\nLook out the window with a layer, it's a better view\nIt's over for you niggas\nGoodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\n\nRun with us or get run over\nAll you niggas are dojas\nCome to coca, I'm your broker\nI be having it like Sosa (Scarface)\nShipping it down to Dover (Delaware)\nThat's what got me the crib in Boca (Florida)\nI ain't wearing no Fashion Nova (Faggot)\nY'all niggas should have a chocha (Pussy)\nY'all niggas dun-dun-dun-duns\nI played it back but I love to front\nYou know exactly where we from\nWifey hair getting done, got an 8 ball in her bum\nThere Cam go, me and Charlie Rambo\n40th and Lenox, we play human commando\nWe needed Luchini, no Camp Lo\nYo Max, I don't think they understand though (Tell 'em)\n\nYou can run with us or get run over\nNo more slipping, we getting older\n.44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder\nYeah we doing what they said we'd never do\nLook out the window with a layer, it's a better view\nIt's over for you niggas\nGoodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\n\nI'm a boss, I'm a god\nTaking pictures for the Source, dripping sauce\nForeign cars, maneuver with my ride\nOut my mind for real\nI be in a Uber with a bomb\nGot the drop where you living, make you go move in with your mom\nThis .40'll make you backflip\nMy young bitch dropped out of school but she do my taxes\nI'm on 40th knocking Max shit\nI was starving, can't believe they really tried feed me with rations\nI'm the hottest to come up out Manhattan since Cam was spazzin'\nAll day, I see cameras flashing\nDirt gang, we bandana flagging\nNo talk, we demanding action\nGive a fuck what your man be asking\nYou was the toughest, them shots went off and you ran the fastest\nVacationing down in Florida, they caught him in Tampa lacking\nBiggavel' when you come home, they gotta bring Grand Cru back\nI just need a location to move it, I can move that\nNiggas singing like Dru Hill before we even drew that\nThey violated, couldn't recognize him, they like \"Who that?\"\nPray that my niggas shoot back\n\nYou can run with us or get run over\nNo more slipping, we getting older\n.44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder\nYeah we doing what they said we'd never do\nLook out the window with a layer, it's a better view\nIt's over for you niggas\nGoodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Goodbye\n  artist: Max B\n  album: House Money\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\n  Yeah, Boss Don shit for that ass\n\n  My favorite rappers was 'Pac, Big, and Jay\n  Nas and 50 Cent, NWA, yeah\n  Screaming, \"Fuck cops\" before them niggas (Way before them niggas)\n  My older brother had me pulling the trigger, yeah\n  Every day I was running from the law (Uh-huh)\n  Hit out on the competition, I'm coming for them all\n  Caught his ass slipping coming from the mall\n  He had his kid so I let him live, but\n  If I see him again he wouldn't get a pass\n  Baby want that gelatin, put it in the ass, splash (Splash)\n  Duffle full of cash\n  You ever speaking my name, I'm coming for you fast\n  You niggas be lollipops, cotton candy\n  Colder than winter, hot as Miami\n  The musical mercenary is back, lyrical nigga, please\n  I'm murdering you motherfuckers, I make 'em memories, yeah\n\n  You can run with us or get run over\n  No more slipping, we getting older\n  .44 in the holster, baby, you can cry on my shoulder\n  Yeah, we doing what they said we'd never do\n  Look out the window with a layer, it's a better view\n  It's over for you niggas\n  Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\n\n  Run with us or get run over\n  All you niggas are dojas\n  Come to coca, I'm your broker\n  I be having it like Sosa (Scarface)\n  Shipping it down to Dover (Delaware)\n  That's what got me the crib in Boca (Florida)\n  I ain't wearing no Fashion Nova (Faggot)\n  Y'all niggas should have a chocha (Pussy)\n  Y'all niggas dun-dun-dun-duns\n  I played it back but I love to front\n  You know exactly where we from\n  Wifey hair getting done, got an 8 ball in her bum\n  There Cam go, me and Charlie Rambo\n  40th and Lenox, we play human commando\n  We needed Luchini, no Camp Lo\n  Yo Max, I don't think they understand though (Tell 'em)\n\n  You can run with us or get run over\n  No more slipping, we getting older\n  .44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder\n  Yeah we doing what they said we'd never do\n  Look out the window with a layer, it's a better view\n  It's over for you niggas\n  Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\n\n  I'm a boss, I'm a god\n  Taking pictures for the Source, dripping sauce\n  Foreign cars, maneuver with my ride\n  Out my mind for real\n  I be in a Uber with a bomb\n  Got the drop where you living, make you go move in with your mom\n  This .40'll make you backflip\n  My young bitch dropped out of school but she do my taxes\n  I'm on 40th knocking Max shit\n  I was starving, can't believe they really tried feed me with rations\n  I'm the hottest to come up out Manhattan since Cam was spazzin'\n  All day, I see cameras flashing\n  Dirt gang, we bandana flagging\n  No talk, we demanding action\n  Give a fuck what your man be asking\n  You was the toughest, them shots went off and you ran the fastest\n  Vacationing down in Florida, they caught him in Tampa lacking\n  Biggavel' when you come home, they gotta bring Grand Cru back\n  I just need a location to move it, I can move that\n  Niggas singing like Dru Hill before we even drew that\n  They violated, couldn't recognize him, they like \"Who that?\"\n  Pray that my niggas shoot back\n\n  You can run with us or get run over\n  No more slipping, we getting older\n  .44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder\n  Yeah we doing what they said we'd never do\n  Look out the window with a layer, it's a better view\n  It's over for you niggas\n  Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\n"},{"id":6126723,"name":"Goodbye (feat. Cam'ron & Dave East)","trackName":"Goodbye (feat. Cam'ron & Dave East)","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"House Money","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\nYeah, Boss Don shit for that ass\n\nMy favorite rappers was 'Pac, Big, and Jay\nNas and 50 Cent, NWA, yeah\nScreaming, \"Fuck cops\" before them niggas (Way before them niggas)\nMy older brother had me pulling the trigger, yeah\nEvery day I was running from the law (Uh-huh)\nHit out on the competition, I'm coming for them all\nCaught his ass slipping coming from the mall\nHe had his kid so I let him live, but\nIf I see him again he wouldn't get a pass\nBaby want that gelatin, put it in the ass, splash (Splash)\nDuffle full of cash\nYou ever speaking my name, I'm coming for you fast\nYou niggas be lollipops, cotton candy\nColder than winter, hot as Miami\nThe musical mercenary is back, lyrical nigga, please\nI'm murdering you motherfuckers, I make 'em memories, yeah\n\nYou can run with us or get run over\nNo more slipping, we getting older\n.44 in the holster, baby, you can cry on my shoulder\nYeah, we doing what they said we'd never do\nLook out the window with a layer, it's a better view\nIt's over for you niggas\nGoodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\n\nRun with us or get run over\nAll you niggas are dojas\nCome to coca, I'm your broker\nI be having it like Sosa (Scarface)\nShipping it down to Dover (Delaware)\nThat's what got me the crib in Boca (Florida)\nI ain't wearing no Fashion Nova (Faggot)\nY'all niggas should have a chocha (Pussy)\nY'all niggas dun-dun-dun-duns\nI played it back but I love to front\nYou know exactly where we from\nWifey hair getting done, got an 8 ball in her bum\nThere Cam go, me and Charlie Rambo\n40th and Lenox, we play human commando\nWe needed Luchini, no Camp Lo\nYo Max, I don't think they understand though (Tell 'em)\n\nYou can run with us or get run over\nNo more slipping, we getting older\n.44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder\nYeah we doing what they said we'd never do\nLook out the window with a layer, it's a better view\nIt's over for you niggas\nGoodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\n\nI'm a boss, I'm a god\nTaking pictures for the Source, dripping sauce\nForeign cars, maneuver with my ride\nOut my mind for real\nI be in a Uber with a bomb\nGot the drop where you living, make you go move in with your mom\nThis .40'll make you backflip\nMy young bitch dropped out of school but she do my taxes\nI'm on 40th knocking Max shit\nI was starving, can't believe they really tried feed me with rations\nI'm the hottest to come up out Manhattan since Cam was spazzin'\nAll day, I see cameras flashing\nDirt gang, we bandana flagging\nNo talk, we demanding action\nGive a fuck what your man be asking\nYou was the toughest, them shots went off and you ran the fastest\nVacationing down in Florida, they caught him in Tampa lacking\nBiggavel' when you come home, they gotta bring Grand Cru back\nI just need a location to move it, I can move that\nNiggas singing like Dru Hill before we even drew that\nThey violated, couldn't recognize him, they like \"Who that?\"\nPray that my niggas shoot back\n\nYou can run with us or get run over\nNo more slipping, we getting older\n.44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder\nYeah we doing what they said we'd never do\nLook out the window with a layer, it's a better view\nIt's over for you niggas\nGoodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Goodbye (feat. Cam'ron & Dave East)\n  artist: Max B\n  album: House Money\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\n  Yeah, Boss Don shit for that ass\n\n  My favorite rappers was 'Pac, Big, and Jay\n  Nas and 50 Cent, NWA, yeah\n  Screaming, \"Fuck cops\" before them niggas (Way before them niggas)\n  My older brother had me pulling the trigger, yeah\n  Every day I was running from the law (Uh-huh)\n  Hit out on the competition, I'm coming for them all\n  Caught his ass slipping coming from the mall\n  He had his kid so I let him live, but\n  If I see him again he wouldn't get a pass\n  Baby want that gelatin, put it in the ass, splash (Splash)\n  Duffle full of cash\n  You ever speaking my name, I'm coming for you fast\n  You niggas be lollipops, cotton candy\n  Colder than winter, hot as Miami\n  The musical mercenary is back, lyrical nigga, please\n  I'm murdering you motherfuckers, I make 'em memories, yeah\n\n  You can run with us or get run over\n  No more slipping, we getting older\n  .44 in the holster, baby, you can cry on my shoulder\n  Yeah, we doing what they said we'd never do\n  Look out the window with a layer, it's a better view\n  It's over for you niggas\n  Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\n\n  Run with us or get run over\n  All you niggas are dojas\n  Come to coca, I'm your broker\n  I be having it like Sosa (Scarface)\n  Shipping it down to Dover (Delaware)\n  That's what got me the crib in Boca (Florida)\n  I ain't wearing no Fashion Nova (Faggot)\n  Y'all niggas should have a chocha (Pussy)\n  Y'all niggas dun-dun-dun-duns\n  I played it back but I love to front\n  You know exactly where we from\n  Wifey hair getting done, got an 8 ball in her bum\n  There Cam go, me and Charlie Rambo\n  40th and Lenox, we play human commando\n  We needed Luchini, no Camp Lo\n  Yo Max, I don't think they understand though (Tell 'em)\n\n  You can run with us or get run over\n  No more slipping, we getting older\n  .44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder\n  Yeah we doing what they said we'd never do\n  Look out the window with a layer, it's a better view\n  It's over for you niggas\n  Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\n\n  I'm a boss, I'm a god\n  Taking pictures for the Source, dripping sauce\n  Foreign cars, maneuver with my ride\n  Out my mind for real\n  I be in a Uber with a bomb\n  Got the drop where you living, make you go move in with your mom\n  This .40'll make you backflip\n  My young bitch dropped out of school but she do my taxes\n  I'm on 40th knocking Max shit\n  I was starving, can't believe they really tried feed me with rations\n  I'm the hottest to come up out Manhattan since Cam was spazzin'\n  All day, I see cameras flashing\n  Dirt gang, we bandana flagging\n  No talk, we demanding action\n  Give a fuck what your man be asking\n  You was the toughest, them shots went off and you ran the fastest\n  Vacationing down in Florida, they caught him in Tampa lacking\n  Biggavel' when you come home, they gotta bring Grand Cru back\n  I just need a location to move it, I can move that\n  Niggas singing like Dru Hill before we even drew that\n  They violated, couldn't recognize him, they like \"Who that?\"\n  Pray that my niggas shoot back\n\n  You can run with us or get run over\n  No more slipping, we getting older\n  .44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder\n  Yeah we doing what they said we'd never do\n  Look out the window with a layer, it's a better view\n  It's over for you niggas\n  Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\n"}]