[{"id":10553234,"name":"Make It Work","trackName":"Make It Work","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Make It Work","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to want all that shit, now I got it\nI gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\nOh!\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nI used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\nI started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\nI took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\nYou niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\nI used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\nSellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\nA nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\nAnd he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\nYou fuckboy! Fuckboy!\nNiggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?\nI'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4\nShe a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nNigga, so tired of these lame niggas\nKeep changin' on you like late winter\nSpringin' on you for a hoe or somethin'\nMy coat season and game different\nSelf made, self made nigga\nWell dressed, well paid nigga\nI daredevil err'day, nigga\nLike Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!\nTell them niggas I'ma need a minute\nUndefeated, young sneaker nigga\nHundred deep, you never see a nigga\nHennessy in moderation\nBut my niggas drinkin' like them Black Ink niggas\nHah, Dutch Ceaser nigga\nMeanin' I cut and leaf a nigga\nGet it? That's leavin', nigga\nScissors, clippers, please forgive me\nReal nigga, hoes around me\nTake bitches, repeat offender\nHo, ho, please don't let me\nNo, no, Easter pinkin'\nI done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\nSo they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nNiggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\nIt's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\nAll my niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\nHalf my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\nCatchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\nBad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\nNow follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\nFine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\nNow follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\nParkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\nStill headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\nAnd if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\nNow follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work\nIf I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk\nNigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\nCause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.27] I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n[00:10.14] I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n[00:13.40] Oh!\n[00:13.97] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[00:16.95] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[00:19.83] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[00:22.80] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[00:25.55] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[00:28.51] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[00:31.57] Surfboard, surfboard\n[00:34.31] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[00:37.26] I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n[00:40.28] I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n[00:43.19] I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n[00:45.97] You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n[00:48.90] I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n[00:52.23] Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n[00:54.81] A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n[00:57.61] And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n[01:00.58] You fuckboy! Fuckboy!\n[01:03.60] Niggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?\n[01:06.45] I'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4\n[01:09.45] She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga\n[01:12.26] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[01:15.15] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[01:18.08] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[01:20.92] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[01:23.72] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[01:26.73] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[01:29.78] Surfboard, surfboard\n[01:32.53] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[01:35.70] Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas\n[01:37.22] Keep changin' on you like late winter\n[01:38.73] Springin' on you for a hoe or somethin'\n[01:40.18] My coat season and game different\n[01:41.77] Self made, self made nigga\n[01:43.25] Well dressed, well paid nigga\n[01:44.69] I daredevil err'day, nigga\n[01:45.93] Like Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!\n[01:49.07] Tell them niggas I'ma need a minute\n[01:50.56] Undefeated, young sneaker nigga\n[01:51.95] Hundred deep, you never see a nigga\n[01:53.43] Hennessy in moderation\n[01:54.45] But my niggas drinkin' like them Black Ink niggas\n[01:56.34] Hah, Dutch Ceaser nigga\n[01:57.80] Meanin' I cut and leaf a nigga\n[01:59.26] Get it? That's leavin', nigga\n[02:00.67] Scissors, clippers, please forgive me\n[02:02.11] Real nigga, hoes around me\n[02:03.68] Take bitches, repeat offender\n[02:04.95] Ho, ho, please don't let me\n[02:06.51] No, no, Easter pinkin'\n[02:07.83] I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\n[02:09.11] So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n[02:10.47] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[02:13.29] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[02:16.20] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[02:19.19] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[02:21.92] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[02:24.83] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[02:27.98] Surfboard, surfboard\n[02:30.75] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[02:34.15] Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\n[02:36.70] It's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\n[02:39.69] All my niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\n[02:42.52] Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\n[02:45.38] Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\n[02:47.65] Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\n[02:50.42] Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\n[02:53.41] Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\n[02:56.22] Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\n[02:59.29] Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\n[03:02.17] Still headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\n[03:05.05] And if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\n[03:07.84] Now follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work\n[03:11.01] If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk\n[03:13.85] Nigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\n[03:16.60] Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n[03:20.18] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[03:23.16] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[03:26.08] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[03:29.04] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[03:31.88] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[03:34.62] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[03:37.75] Surfboard, surfboard\n[03:40.56] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[03:43.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make It Work\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Make It Work\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n  start_ms: 7270\n  end_ms: 10140\n- text: I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n  start_ms: 10140\n  end_ms: 13400\n- text: Oh!\n  start_ms: 13400\n  end_ms: 13970\n- text: I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  start_ms: 13970\n  end_ms: 16950\n- text: I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  start_ms: 16950\n  end_ms: 19830\n- text: I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  start_ms: 19830\n  end_ms: 22800\n- text: You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  start_ms: 22800\n  end_ms: 25550\n- text: Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  start_ms: 25550\n  end_ms: 28510\n- text: She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  start_ms: 28510\n  end_ms: 31570\n- text: Surfboard, surfboard\n  start_ms: 31570\n  end_ms: 34310\n- text: She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n  start_ms: 34310\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 40280\n- text: I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n  start_ms: 40280\n  end_ms: 43190\n- text: I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n  start_ms: 43190\n  end_ms: 45970\n- text: You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n  start_ms: 45970\n  end_ms: 48900\n- text: I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n  start_ms: 48900\n  end_ms: 52230\n- text: Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n  start_ms: 52230\n  end_ms: 54810\n- text: A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n  start_ms: 54810\n  end_ms: 57610\n- text: And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n  start_ms: 57610\n  end_ms: 60580\n- text: You fuckboy! 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Fuckboy!\n  Niggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?\n  I'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4\n  She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga\n\n  I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  Surfboard, surfboard\n  She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\n  Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas\n  Keep changin' on you like late winter\n  Springin' on you for a hoe or somethin'\n  My coat season and game different\n  Self made, self made nigga\n  Well dressed, well paid nigga\n  I daredevil err'day, nigga\n  Like Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!\n  Tell them niggas I'ma need a minute\n  Undefeated, young sneaker nigga\n  Hundred deep, you never see a nigga\n  Hennessy in moderation\n  But my niggas drinkin' like them Black Ink niggas\n  Hah, Dutch Ceaser nigga\n  Meanin' I cut and leaf a nigga\n  Get it? That's leavin', nigga\n  Scissors, clippers, please forgive me\n  Real nigga, hoes around me\n  Take bitches, repeat offender\n  Ho, ho, please don't let me\n  No, no, Easter pinkin'\n  I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\n  So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n\n  I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  Surfboard, surfboard\n  She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\n  Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\n  It's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\n  All my niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\n  Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\n  Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\n  Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\n  Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\n  Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\n  Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\n  Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\n  Still headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\n  And if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\n  Now follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work\n  If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk\n  Nigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\n  Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n\n  I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  Surfboard, surfboard\n  She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n"},{"id":14805231,"name":"Make It Work","trackName":"Make It Work","artistName":"Meek Mill, Rick Ross & Wale","albumName":"Make It Work","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to want all that shit, now I got it\nI gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\nOh!\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nI used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\nI started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\nI took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\nYou niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\nI used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\nSellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\nA nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\nAnd he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\nYou fuckboy! Fuckboy!\nNiggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?\nI'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4\nShe a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nNigga, so tired of these lame niggas\nKeep changin' on you like late winter\nSpringin' on you for a hoe or somethin'\nMy coat season and game different\nSelf made, self made nigga\nWell dressed, well paid nigga\nI daredevil err'day, nigga\nLike Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!\nTell them niggas I'ma need a minute\nUndefeated, young sneaker nigga\nHundred deep, you never see a nigga\nHennessy in moderation\nBut my niggas drinkin' like them black ink niggas\nHah, that's cheesy nigga\nMeanin' I cut and leave a nigga\nGet it? That's leavin', nigga\nScissors, clippers, please forgive me\nReal nigga, hoes around me\nTake bitches, repeat offender\nHo, ho, please don't let me\nNo, no, Easter pinkin'\nI done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\nSo they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nNiggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\nIt's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\nAll these niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\nHalf my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\nCatchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\nBad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\nNow follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\nFine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\nNow follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\nParkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\nStill headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\nAnd if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\nNow follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work\nIf I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk\nNigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\nCause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.98] I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n[00:09.91] I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n[00:12.06] Oh!\n[00:14.15] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[00:16.86] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[00:19.72] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[00:22.65] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[00:25.63] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[00:28.62] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[00:31.64] Surfboard, surfboard\n[00:34.70] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[00:37.80] I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n[00:42.21] I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n[00:44.22] I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n[00:46.43] You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n[00:49.59] I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n[00:52.48] Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n[00:55.07] A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n[00:58.05] And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n[01:01.00] You fuckboy! 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That's leavin', nigga\n[02:00.92] Scissors, clippers, please forgive me\n[02:02.42] Real nigga, hoes around me\n[02:03.75] Take bitches, repeat offender\n[02:05.22] Ho, ho, please don't let me\n[02:06.56] No, no, Easter pinkin'\n[02:08.00] I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\n[02:09.39] So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n[02:10.85] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[02:13.18] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[02:16.19] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[02:18.95] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[02:22.44] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[02:25.45] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[02:27.94] Surfboard, surfboard\n[02:30.94] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[02:34.18] Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\n[02:36.44] It's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\n[02:39.51] All these niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\n[02:42.67] Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\n[02:45.32] Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\n[02:47.62] Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\n[02:50.24] Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\n[02:53.06] Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\n[02:55.77] Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\n[02:58.99] Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\n[03:02.08] Still headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\n[03:04.72] And if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\n[03:07.62] Now follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work\n[03:10.58] If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk\n[03:13.48] Nigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\n[03:16.70] Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n[03:19.30] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[03:22.76] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[03:25.93] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[03:28.66] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[03:31.62] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[03:34.65] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[03:37.55] Surfboard, surfboard\n[03:40.28] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[03:46.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make It Work\n  artist: Meek Mill, Rick Ross & Wale\n  album: Make It Work\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n  start_ms: 7980\n  end_ms: 9910\n- text: I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n  start_ms: 9910\n  end_ms: 12060\n- text: Oh!\n  start_ms: 12060\n  end_ms: 14150\n- text: I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  start_ms: 14150\n  end_ms: 16860\n- text: I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  start_ms: 16860\n  end_ms: 19720\n- text: I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  start_ms: 19720\n  end_ms: 22650\n- text: You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  start_ms: 22650\n  end_ms: 25630\n- text: Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  start_ms: 25630\n  end_ms: 28620\n- text: She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  start_ms: 28620\n  end_ms: 31640\n- text: Surfboard, surfboard\n  start_ms: 31640\n  end_ms: 34700\n- text: She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n  start_ms: 34700\n  end_ms: 37800\n- text: I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n  start_ms: 37800\n  end_ms: 42210\n- text: I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n  start_ms: 42210\n  end_ms: 44220\n- text: I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n  start_ms: 44220\n  end_ms: 46430\n- text: You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n  start_ms: 46430\n  end_ms: 49590\n- text: I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n  start_ms: 49590\n  end_ms: 52480\n- text: Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n  start_ms: 52480\n  end_ms: 55070\n- text: A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n  start_ms: 55070\n  end_ms: 58050\n- text: And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n  start_ms: 58050\n  end_ms: 61000\n- text: You fuckboy! 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Fuckboy!\nNiggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?\nI'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4\nShe a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nNigga, so tired of these lame niggas\nKeep changin' on you like late winter\nSpringin' on you for a hoe or somethin'\nMy coat season and game different\nSelf made, self made nigga\nWell dressed, well paid nigga\nI daredevil err'day, nigga\nLike Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!\nTell them niggas I'ma need a minute\nUndefeated, young sneaker nigga\nHundred deep, you never see a nigga\nHennessy in moderation\nBut my niggas drinkin' like them black ink niggas\nHah, that's cheesy nigga\nMeanin' I cut and leave a nigga\nGet it? 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Fuckboy!\n  Niggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?\n  I'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4\n  She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga\n\n  I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  Surfboard, surfboard\n  She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\n  Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas\n  Keep changin' on you like late winter\n  Springin' on you for a hoe or somethin'\n  My coat season and game different\n  Self made, self made nigga\n  Well dressed, well paid nigga\n  I daredevil err'day, nigga\n  Like Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!\n  Tell them niggas I'ma need a minute\n  Undefeated, young sneaker nigga\n  Hundred deep, you never see a nigga\n  Hennessy in moderation\n  But my niggas drinkin' like them black ink niggas\n  Hah, that's cheesy nigga\n  Meanin' I cut and leave a nigga\n  Get it? That's leavin', nigga\n  Scissors, clippers, please forgive me\n  Real nigga, hoes around me\n  Take bitches, repeat offender\n  Ho, ho, please don't let me\n  No, no, Easter pinkin'\n  I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\n  So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n\n  I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  Surfboard, surfboard\n  She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\n  Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\n  It's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\n  All these niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\n  Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\n  Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\n  Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\n  Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\n  Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\n  Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\n  Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\n  Still headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\n  And if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\n  Now follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work\n  If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk\n  Nigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\n  Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n\n  I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  Surfboard, surfboard\n  She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n"},{"id":14014676,"name":"Make It Work (feat. 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Fuckboy!\nNiggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?\nI'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4\nShe a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nNigga, so tired of these lame niggas\nKeep changin' on you like late winter\nSpringin' on you for a hoe or somethin'\nMy coat season and game different\nSelf made, self made nigga\nWell dressed, well paid nigga\nI daredevil err'day, nigga\nLike Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!\nTell them niggas I'ma need a minute\nUndefeated, young sneaker nigga\nHundred deep, you never see a nigga\nHennessy in moderation\nBut my niggas drinkin' like them black ink niggas\nHah, that's cheesy nigga\nMeanin' I cut and leave a nigga\nGet it? 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Fuckboy!\nNiggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?\nI'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4\nShe a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nNigga, so tired of these lame niggas\nKeep changin' on you like late winter\nSpringin' on you for a hoe or somethin'\nMy coat season and game different\nSelf made, self made nigga\nWell dressed, well paid nigga\nI daredevil err'day, nigga\nLike Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!\nTell them niggas I'ma need a minute\nUndefeated, young sneaker nigga\nHundred deep, you never see a nigga\nHennessy in moderation\nBut my niggas drinkin' like them black ink niggas\nHah, that's cheesy nigga\nMeanin' I cut and leave a nigga\nGet it? That's leavin', nigga\nScissors, clippers, please forgive me\nReal nigga, hoes around me\nTake bitches, repeat offender\nHo, ho, please don't let me\nNo, no, Easter pinkin'\nI done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\nSo they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nNiggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\nIt's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\nAll these niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\nHalf my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\nCatchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\nBad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\nNow follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\nFine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\nNow follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\nParkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\nStill headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\nAnd if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\nNow follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work\nIf I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk\nNigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\nCause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.81] I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n[00:08.89] I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n[00:11.81] Oh!\n[00:13.73] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[00:16.18] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[00:19.35] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[00:22.23] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[00:25.42] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[00:27.39] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[00:31.10] Surfboard, surfboard\n[00:33.91] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[00:36.64] I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n[00:40.16] I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n[00:43.06] I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n[00:46.30] You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n[00:48.92] I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n[00:51.88] Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n[00:54.78] A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n[00:57.46] And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n[01:00.33] You fuckboy! 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Fuckboy!\nNiggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?\nI'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4\nShe a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nNigga, so tired of these lame niggas\nKeep changin' on you like late winter\nSpringin' on you for a hoe or somethin'\nMy coat season and game different\nSelf made, self made nigga\nWell dressed, well paid nigga\nI daredevil err'day, nigga\nLike Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!\nTell them niggas I'ma need a minute\nUndefeated, young sneaker nigga\nHundred deep, you never see a nigga\nHennessy in moderation\nBut my niggas drinkin' like them Black Ink niggas\nHah, Dutch Ceaser nigga\nMeanin' I cut and leaf a nigga\nGet it? That's leavin', nigga\nScissors, clippers, please forgive me\nReal nigga, hoes around me\nTake bitches, repeat offender\nHo, ho, please don't let me\nNo, no, Easter pinkin'\nI done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\nSo they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nNiggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\nIt's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\nAll my niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\nHalf my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\nCatchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\nBad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\nNow follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\nFine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\nNow follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\nParkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\nStill headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\nAnd if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\nNow follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work\nIf I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk\nNigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\nCause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.27] I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n[00:10.14] I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n[00:13.40] Oh!\n[00:13.97] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[00:16.95] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[00:19.83] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[00:22.80] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[00:25.55] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[00:28.51] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[00:31.57] Surfboard, surfboard\n[00:34.31] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[00:37.26] I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n[00:40.28] I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n[00:43.19] I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n[00:45.97] You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n[00:48.90] I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n[00:52.23] Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n[00:54.81] A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n[00:57.61] And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n[01:00.58] You fuckboy! 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Fuckboy!\nNiggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?\nI'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4\nShe a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nNigga, so tired of these lame niggas\nKeep changin' on you like late winter\nSpringin' on you for a hoe or somethin'\nMy coat season and game different\nSelf made, self made nigga\nWell dressed, well paid nigga\nI daredevil err'day, nigga\nLike Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!\nTell them niggas I'ma need a minute\nUndefeated, young sneaker nigga\nHundred deep, you never see a nigga\nHennessy in moderation\nBut my niggas drinkin' like them Black Ink niggas\nHah, Dutch Ceaser nigga\nMeanin' I cut and leaf a nigga\nGet it? That's leavin', nigga\nScissors, clippers, please forgive me\nReal nigga, hoes around me\nTake bitches, repeat offender\nHo, ho, please don't let me\nNo, no, Easter pinkin'\nI done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\nSo they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\nNiggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\nIt's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\nAll my niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\nHalf my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\nCatchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\nBad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\nNow follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\nFine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\nNow follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\nParkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\nStill headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\nAnd if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\nNow follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work\nIf I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk\nNigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\nCause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n\nI used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\nI used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\nI used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\nYou niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\nLike oh Lord, oh Lord!\nShe ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\nSurfboard, surfboard\nShe want the money, tell that hoe to work for it","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.27] I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n[00:10.14] I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n[00:13.40] Oh!\n[00:13.97] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[00:16.95] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[00:19.83] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[00:22.80] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[00:25.55] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[00:28.51] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[00:31.57] Surfboard, surfboard\n[00:34.31] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[00:37.26] I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n[00:40.28] I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n[00:43.19] I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n[00:45.97] You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n[00:48.90] I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n[00:52.23] Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n[00:54.81] A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n[00:57.61] And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n[01:00.58] You fuckboy! 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That's leavin', nigga\n  start_ms: 119260\n  end_ms: 120670\n- text: Scissors, clippers, please forgive me\n  start_ms: 120670\n  end_ms: 122110\n- text: Real nigga, hoes around me\n  start_ms: 122110\n  end_ms: 123680\n- text: Take bitches, repeat offender\n  start_ms: 123680\n  end_ms: 124950\n- text: Ho, ho, please don't let me\n  start_ms: 124950\n  end_ms: 126510\n- text: No, no, Easter pinkin'\n  start_ms: 126510\n  end_ms: 127830\n- text: I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\n  start_ms: 127830\n  end_ms: 129110\n- text: So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n  start_ms: 129110\n  end_ms: 130470\n- text: I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  start_ms: 130470\n  end_ms: 133290\n- text: I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  start_ms: 133290\n  end_ms: 136200\n- text: I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  start_ms: 136200\n  end_ms: 139190\n- text: You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  start_ms: 139190\n  end_ms: 141920\n- text: Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  start_ms: 141920\n  end_ms: 144830\n- text: She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  start_ms: 144830\n  end_ms: 147980\n- text: Surfboard, surfboard\n  start_ms: 147980\n  end_ms: 150750\n- text: She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n  start_ms: 150750\n  end_ms: 154150\n- text: Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\n  start_ms: 154150\n  end_ms: 156700\n- text: It's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\n  start_ms: 156700\n  end_ms: 159690\n- text: All my niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\n  start_ms: 159690\n  end_ms: 162520\n- text: Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\n  start_ms: 162520\n  end_ms: 165380\n- text: Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\n  start_ms: 165380\n  end_ms: 167650\n- text: Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\n  start_ms: 167650\n  end_ms: 170420\n- text: Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\n  start_ms: 170420\n  end_ms: 173410\n- text: Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\n  start_ms: 173410\n  end_ms: 176220\n- text: Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\n  start_ms: 176220\n  end_ms: 179290\n- text: Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\n  start_ms: 179290\n  end_ms: 182170\n- text: Still headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\n  start_ms: 182170\n  end_ms: 185050\n- text: And if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\n  start_ms: 185050\n  end_ms: 187840\n- text: Now follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work\n  start_ms: 187840\n  end_ms: 191010\n- text: If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk\n  start_ms: 191010\n  end_ms: 193850\n- text: Nigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\n  start_ms: 193850\n  end_ms: 196600\n- text: Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n  start_ms: 196600\n  end_ms: 200180\n- text: I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  start_ms: 200180\n  end_ms: 203160\n- text: I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  start_ms: 203160\n  end_ms: 206080\n- text: I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  start_ms: 206080\n  end_ms: 209040\n- text: You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  start_ms: 209040\n  end_ms: 211880\n- text: Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  start_ms: 211880\n  end_ms: 214620\n- text: She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  start_ms: 214620\n  end_ms: 217750\n- text: Surfboard, surfboard\n  start_ms: 217750\n  end_ms: 220560\n- text: She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n  start_ms: 220560\n  end_ms: 223110\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 223110\nplain: |-\n  I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n  I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n  Oh!\n\n  I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  Surfboard, surfboard\n  She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\n  I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n  I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n  I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n  You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n  I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n  Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n  A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n  And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n  You fuckboy! Fuckboy!\n  Niggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?\n  I'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4\n  She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga\n\n  I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  Surfboard, surfboard\n  She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\n  Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas\n  Keep changin' on you like late winter\n  Springin' on you for a hoe or somethin'\n  My coat season and game different\n  Self made, self made nigga\n  Well dressed, well paid nigga\n  I daredevil err'day, nigga\n  Like Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!\n  Tell them niggas I'ma need a minute\n  Undefeated, young sneaker nigga\n  Hundred deep, you never see a nigga\n  Hennessy in moderation\n  But my niggas drinkin' like them Black Ink niggas\n  Hah, Dutch Ceaser nigga\n  Meanin' I cut and leaf a nigga\n  Get it? That's leavin', nigga\n  Scissors, clippers, please forgive me\n  Real nigga, hoes around me\n  Take bitches, repeat offender\n  Ho, ho, please don't let me\n  No, no, Easter pinkin'\n  I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\n  So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n\n  I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  Surfboard, surfboard\n  She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n\n  Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\n  It's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\n  All my niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\n  Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\n  Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\n  Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\n  Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\n  Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\n  Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\n  Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\n  Still headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\n  And if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\n  Now follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work\n  If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk\n  Nigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\n  Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n\n  I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  Surfboard, surfboard\n  She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n"}]