[{"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":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? 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":"[00:00.88] I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n[00:08.88] I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n[00:11.86] Oh!\n[00:13.74] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[00:16.20] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[00:19.34] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[00:22.22] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[00:25.49] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[00:27.36] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[00:31.03] Surfboard, surfboard\n[00:33.93] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[00:36.65] I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n[00:40.18] I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n[00:43.04] I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n[00:46.29] You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n[00:48.94] I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n[00:51.84] Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n[00:54.80] A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n[00:57.49] And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n[01:00.35] You fuckboy! 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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":3610106,"name":"Work","trackName":"Work","artistName":"Meek 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Riding through the hood hood, back of the back,\n  Started in the front, now they in back in the back.\n  No love for the haters, no racks for the rats,,\n  Half the n****s tell 'em, so we never sell em work,, come and get 'em,\n  Put my money in it so you know it better work,\n\n  ()\n  Riding with statistics, puffing on the pervert,\n  Overtime all you n****s, i'm gonna work!\n  I'm gonna work!\n\n  Overtime all you n****s cause i'm gonna work, work,\n  I'm gonna get anymeans necessary,,. on by my paper like a secretary,\n  I'm gonna work, i'm gonna work, i'm gonna work!\n\n  Got some youngins . that will murder for a new,\n  Hey, you're looking like,\n  It's daddy on your head, shirts,\n  .We are never scared, no!\n  N****s say they're looking for me, they never did,\n  I'm like the,\n  I'm gonna get it in the means necessary,,. on by my paper like a secretary,\n  Get my n****s fit the. rob a bank,\n  He said he's gonna make it home like he never,. d***n!\n  Free my homie rick, and 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Overtime all you n****s, i'm gonna work!\n  I'm gonna work!\n  Overtime all you n****s cause i'm gonna work, work,\n  I'm gonna get anymeans necessary,,. on by my paper like a secretary,\n  I'm gonna work, i'm gonna work, i'm gonna work!\n\n  Gotta go to court tomorrow, DA on my dick so ima get my Audeymar,.\n  Just to make it sick i'm gonna yell it,\n  Just to make a p***s, then go home and break a brick and,\n  I'm gonna work, i'm gonna work, i'm gonna work!\n  The flow is popping like we on the the first,\n  A n***-r cross me, he going to church.\n  Riding through the hood hood, back of the back,\n  Started in the front, now they in back in the back.\n  No love for the haters, no racks for the rats,,\n  Half the n****s tell 'em, so we never sell em work,, come and get 'em,\n  Put my money in it so you know it better work,\n\n  ()\n  Riding with statistics, puffing on the pervert,\n  Overtime all you n****s, i'm gonna work!\n  I'm gonna work!\n\n  Overtime all you n****s cause i'm 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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! Fuckboy!\n[01:04.03] Niggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?\n[01:06.94] I'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4\n[01:09.36] She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga\n[01:12.89] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[01:15.58] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[01:17.70] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[01:20.19] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[01:23.46] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[01:26.94] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[01:29.29] Surfboard, surfboard\n[01:32.79] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[01:35.63] Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas\n[01:37.50] Keep changin' on you like late winter\n[01:39.06] Springin' on you for a hoe or somethin'\n[01:40.69] My coat season and game different\n[01:42.17] Self made, self made nigga\n[01:43.49] Well dressed, well paid nigga\n[01:44.94] I daredevil err'day, nigga\n[01:46.30] Like Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!\n[01:48.81] Tell them niggas I'ma need a minute\n[01:50.69] Undefeated, young sneaker nigga\n[01:52.01] Hundred deep, you never see a nigga\n[01:53.42] Hennessy in moderation\n[01:54.80] But my niggas drinkin' like them black ink niggas\n[01:56.23] Hah, that's cheesy nigga\n[01:57.75] Meanin' I cut and leave a nigga\n[01:59.20] Get 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":"[00:00.88] I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n[00:08.88] I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n[00:11.86] Oh!\n[00:13.74] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[00:16.20] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[00:19.34] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[00:22.22] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[00:25.49] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[00:27.36] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[00:31.03] Surfboard, surfboard\n[00:33.93] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[00:36.65] I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n[00:40.18] I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n[00:43.04] I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n[00:46.29] You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n[00:48.94] I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n[00:51.84] Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n[00:54.80] A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n[00:57.49] And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n[01:00.35] You fuckboy! Fuckboy!\n[01:03.34] Niggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for?\n[01:05.71] I'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4\n[01:08.64] She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga\n[01:12.16] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[01:14.86] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[01:17.75] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[01:20.60] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[01:23.66] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[01:26.50] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[01:29.59] Surfboard, surfboard\n[01:32.47] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[01:34.98] Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas\n[01:37.37] Keep changin' on you like late winter\n[01:38.92] Springin' on you for a hoe or somethin'\n[01:40.43] My coat season and game different\n[01:41.87] Self made, self made nigga\n[01:42.96] Well dressed, well paid nigga\n[01:44.44] I daredevil err'day, nigga\n[01:45.56] Like Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!\n[01:47.11] Tell them niggas I'ma need a minute\n[01:48.26] Undefeated, young sneaker nigga\n[01:50.18] Hundred deep, you never see a nigga\n[01:51.76] Hennessy in moderation\n[01:53.06] But my niggas drinkin' like them black ink niggas\n[01:56.03] Hah, that's cheesy nigga\n[01:57.45] Meanin' I cut and leave a nigga\n[01:59.01] Get 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":3604825,"name":"About That Work","trackName":"About That 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work,\n  I'm going to work Overtime on you niggas,\n  'Cause going to work I'm gonna get it any means necessary '\n  Cause you know I'm 'bout my paper like a secretary I'm going to work,\n  I'm going to work I'm going to work,\n  I'm going to work I might go buy a boat tomorrow Just to take a trip\n  Big belly rude boy Bad Jamaican bitch I head straight to Colombia I'm\n  Talking Bogota Ship 'em up to Philly,\n  Milly living like he Gorbachev Not the Reagen Era but a nigga making\n  Cheddar Rayful Edmond in the mirror and I'm never telling The game\n  Sweet soda, seats watermelon Clip full of sunflower seeds in my\n  Mac-11 And I steal a mothafucka's like a student felon Bookbags full\n  Of blocks and them bitches selling I'm going to work,\n  I'm going to work I'm going to work,\n  I'm going to work Riding with the steel Puffing on the purp Overtime\n  On you niggas Going to work I'm going to work,\n  I'm going to work Overtime on you niggas,\n  'Cause going to work I'm gonna get it any means necessary '\n  Cause you know I'm 'bout my paper like a secretary I'm going to work,\n  I'm going to work I'm going to work,\n  I'm going to work Got some youngins that will murder for a new bike\n  Have you looking like you're fresh up out a food fight Spaghetti on\n  Your head, shirt ketchup red Shooting banana clips,\n  We ain't never scared Niggas say they looking for me,\n  They ain't ever there I'm like a Metro Phone Store\n  'Cause I'm everywhere I'm gon' get it any means necessary '\n  Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secretary Gave my nigga fifty\n  Years, forever buried He said he gone make it home like he never\n  Worried Free the homie Rick, and free my homie Brick Doing hard time,\n  Love of the 36 Tried to get her number,\n  Shawty she ain't know me then Wanna\n  Fuck me now, I'm like you dirty bitch!\n  Rookie of the year 'cause I murder shit, murder!\n  And I'm way back, 'cause it's Maybach Riding with the steel Puffing\n  On the purp Overtime on you niggas Going to work I'm going to work,\n  I'm going to work Overtime on you niggas,\n  'Cause going to work I'm gonna get it any means necessary '\n  Cause you know I'm bout my paper like a secretary I'm going to\n  Work, I'm going to work I'm going to work, I'm going to work (work!)\n"},{"id":35704151,"name":"Make It Work","trackName":"Make It Work","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Priorities 5","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, 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: Priorities 5\n  duration_ms: 255000\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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Wale & Rick Ross)","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, 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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That's leavin', nigga\n[02:00.63] Scissors, clippers, please forgive me\n[02:01.98] Real nigga, hoes around me\n[02:03.52] Take bitches, repeat offender\n[02:04.86] Ho, ho, please don't let me\n[02:06.40] No, no, Easter pinkin'\n[02:07.88] I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\n[02:08.83] So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n[02:10.46] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[02:12.37] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[02:15.81] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[02:17.99] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[02:21.74] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[02:24.92] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[02:27.07] Surfboard, surfboard\n[02:29.42] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[02:32.94] Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\n[02:36.65] It's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\n[02:39.33] All these niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\n[02:42.59] Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\n[02:45.19] Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\n[02:47.90] Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\n[02:50.27] Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\n[02:52.67] Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\n[02:55.83] Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\n[02:58.74] Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\n[03:01.75] Still headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\n[03:04.33] And if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\n[03:07.57] 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[03:13.40] Nigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\n[03:16.44] Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n[03:19.31] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[03:22.87] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[03:25.27] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[03:28.78] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[03:31.67] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[03:34.84] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[03:37.50] Surfboard, surfboard\n[03:39.94] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[03:41.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make It Work\n  artist: Meek Mill, Wale, Rick Ross\n  album: 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, 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, 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":"[00:00.06] I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n[00:02.10] I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n[00:04.67] Oh!\n[00:04.73] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[00:07.40] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[00:10.27] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[00:19.35] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[00:34.62] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[00:37.61] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[00:45.55] Surfboard, surfboard\n[00:46.81] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[00:49.77] I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n[00:54.51] I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n[01:01.06] I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n[01:03.78] You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n[01:05.59] I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n[01:08.87] Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n[01:11.30] A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n[01:16.43] And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n[01:20.21] You fuckboy! 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That's leavin', nigga\n[02:48.70] Scissors, clippers, please forgive me\n[02:49.76] Real nigga, hoes around me\n[02:51.27] Take bitches, repeat offender\n[02:53.31] Ho, ho, please don't let me\n[02:54.28] No, no, Easter pinkin'\n[02:55.25] I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\n[02:56.81] So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n[02:59.43] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[03:08.11] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[03:10.77] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[03:13.59] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[03:20.99] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[03:21.49] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[03:23.22] Surfboard, surfboard\n[03:24.03] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[03:27.08] Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\n[03:30.05] It's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\n[03:31.94] All these niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\n[03:40.90] Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\n[03:46.39] Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\n[03:48.12] Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\n[03:52.38] Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\n[03:53.25] Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\n[03:55.22] Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\n[03:58.81] Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\n[04:03.82] Still headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\n[04:05.89] And if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\n[04:10.07] Now follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work\n[04:12.65] If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk\n[04:18.85] Nigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\n[04:22.71] Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n[04:26.75] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[04:37.30] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[04:41.68] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[04:52.66] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[05:00.58] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[05:01.34] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[05:05.08] Surfboard, surfboard\n[05:06.32] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[05:38.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Work Ft Meek Mill & Wale\n  artist: Rick Ross\n  album: Renzel Remixes (Disc 1)\n  duration_ms: 341267\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n  start_ms: 60\n  end_ms: 2100\n- text: I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n  start_ms: 2100\n  end_ms: 4670\n- text: Oh!\n  start_ms: 4670\n  end_ms: 4730\n- text: I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  start_ms: 4730\n  end_ms: 7400\n- text: I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  start_ms: 7400\n  end_ms: 10270\n- text: I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  start_ms: 10270\n  end_ms: 19350\n- text: You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  start_ms: 19350\n  end_ms: 34620\n- text: Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  start_ms: 34620\n  end_ms: 37610\n- text: She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  start_ms: 37610\n  end_ms: 45550\n- text: Surfboard, surfboard\n  start_ms: 45550\n  end_ms: 46810\n- text: She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n  start_ms: 46810\n  end_ms: 49770\n- text: I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n  start_ms: 49770\n  end_ms: 54510\n- text: I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n  start_ms: 54510\n  end_ms: 61060\n- text: I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n  start_ms: 61060\n  end_ms: 63780\n- text: You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n  start_ms: 63780\n  end_ms: 65590\n- text: I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n  start_ms: 65590\n  end_ms: 68870\n- text: Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n  start_ms: 68870\n  end_ms: 71300\n- text: A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n  start_ms: 71300\n  end_ms: 76430\n- text: And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n  start_ms: 76430\n  end_ms: 80210\n- text: You fuckboy! 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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":24233770,"name":"WORK ft MEEK MILL & WALE","trackName":"WORK ft MEEK MILL & WALE","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Renzel Remixes","duration":341.26365,"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":"[00:00.06] I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n[00:02.10] I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n[00:04.67] Oh!\n[00:04.73] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[00:07.40] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[00:10.27] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[00:19.35] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[00:34.62] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[00:37.61] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[00:45.55] Surfboard, surfboard\n[00:46.81] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[00:49.77] I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n[00:54.51] I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n[01:01.06] I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n[01:03.78] You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n[01:05.59] I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n[01:08.87] Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n[01:11.30] A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n[01:16.43] And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n[01:20.21] You fuckboy! 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That's leavin', nigga\n[02:48.70] Scissors, clippers, please forgive me\n[02:49.76] Real nigga, hoes around me\n[02:51.27] Take bitches, repeat offender\n[02:53.31] Ho, ho, please don't let me\n[02:54.28] No, no, Easter pinkin'\n[02:55.25] I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis\n[02:56.81] So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me\n[02:59.43] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[03:08.11] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[03:10.77] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[03:13.59] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[03:20.99] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[03:21.49] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[03:23.22] Surfboard, surfboard\n[03:24.03] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[03:27.08] Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party\n[03:30.05] It's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada\n[03:31.94] All these niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly\n[03:40.90] Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money\n[03:46.39] Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk!\n[03:48.12] Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach\n[03:52.38] Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga\n[03:53.25] Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga\n[03:55.22] Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog\n[03:58.81] Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off\n[04:03.82] Still headbussin' bitches, now I break you off\n[04:05.89] And if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law\n[04:10.07] Now follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work\n[04:12.65] If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk\n[04:18.85] Nigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert\n[04:22.71] Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk\n[04:26.75] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[04:37.30] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[04:41.68] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[04:52.66] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[05:00.58] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[05:01.34] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[05:05.08] Surfboard, surfboard\n[05:06.32] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[05:38.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: WORK ft MEEK MILL & WALE\n  artist: Rick Ross\n  album: Renzel Remixes\n  duration_ms: 341264\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n  start_ms: 60\n  end_ms: 2100\n- text: I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n  start_ms: 2100\n  end_ms: 4670\n- text: Oh!\n  start_ms: 4670\n  end_ms: 4730\n- text: I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n  start_ms: 4730\n  end_ms: 7400\n- text: I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n  start_ms: 7400\n  end_ms: 10270\n- text: I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n  start_ms: 10270\n  end_ms: 19350\n- text: You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n  start_ms: 19350\n  end_ms: 34620\n- text: Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n  start_ms: 34620\n  end_ms: 37610\n- text: She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n  start_ms: 37610\n  end_ms: 45550\n- text: Surfboard, surfboard\n  start_ms: 45550\n  end_ms: 46810\n- text: She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n  start_ms: 46810\n  end_ms: 49770\n- text: I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n  start_ms: 49770\n  end_ms: 54510\n- text: I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n  start_ms: 54510\n  end_ms: 61060\n- text: I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n  start_ms: 61060\n  end_ms: 63780\n- text: You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n  start_ms: 63780\n  end_ms: 65590\n- text: I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n  start_ms: 65590\n  end_ms: 68870\n- text: Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n  start_ms: 68870\n  end_ms: 71300\n- text: A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n  start_ms: 71300\n  end_ms: 76430\n- text: And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n  start_ms: 76430\n  end_ms: 80210\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, 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":35439837,"name":"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? 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":"[00:00.03] I used to want all that shit, now I got it\n[00:02.17] I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga\n[00:04.66] Oh!\n[00:04.75] I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick\n[00:07.43] I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz\n[00:10.25] I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick\n[00:19.34] You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit\n[00:34.60] Like oh Lord, oh Lord!\n[00:37.67] She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard\n[00:45.57] Surfboard, surfboard\n[00:46.81] She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it\n[00:49.78] I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back\n[00:54.55] I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack\n[01:01.01] I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack\n[01:03.73] You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked\n[01:05.51] I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack\n[01:08.87] Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke\n[01:11.39] A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four\n[01:16.49] And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke\n[01:20.29] You fuckboy! 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the n****s tell 'em, so we never sell em work,, come and get 'em,\nput my money in it so you know it better work,\n\n()\nriding with statistics, puffing on the pervert,\novertime all you n****s, i'm gonna work!\ni'm gonna work!\n\novertime all you n****s cause i'm gonna work, work,\ni'm gonna get anymeans necessary,,. on by my paper like a secretary,\ni'm gonna work, i'm gonna work, i'm gonna work!\n\ngot some youngins . that will murder for a new,\nhey, you're looking like,\nit's daddy on your head, shirts,\n.we are never scared, no!\nn****s say they're looking for me, they never did,\ni'm like the,\ni'm gonna get it in the means necessary,,. on by my paper like a secretary,\nget my n****s fit the. rob a bank,\nhe said he's gonna make it home like he never,. d***n!\nfree my homie rick, and free my homie brick,\ndo it hard time, love the 36.\ntrying to get a number, shawty she ain't on me,\nwanna f***k me now, i'm like too dirty b***h!\nrookie of the year cause i murder s***t, murder!\nin the way back, cause it's,\n\n()\nrun with the, puffing on a pervert,\novertime all you n****s, i'm gonna work!\ni'm gonna work!\novertime all you n****s cause i'm gonna work, work,\ni'm gonna get it in the means necessary,,. on by my paper like a secretary,","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '- Work ft Rick Ross (Prod by Lex Luger) ( (DatPiff Exclusive)'\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Dreamchasers\n  duration_ms: 282859\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  rolling, we're rolling!\n  yeah!\n\n  ()\n  riding with statistics, puffing on the pervert,\n  overtime all you n****s, i'm gonna work!\n  i'm gonna work!\n  overtime all you n****s cause i'm gonna work, work,\n  i'm gonna get anymeans necessary,,. on by my paper like a secretary,\n  i'm gonna work, i'm gonna work, i'm gonna work!\n\n  gotta go to court tomorrow, DA on my dick so ima get my Audeymar,.\n  just to make it sick i'm gonna yell it,\n  just to make a p***s, then go home and break a brick and,\n  i'm gonna work, i'm gonna work, i'm gonna work!\n  the flow is popping like we on the the first,\n  a n***-r cross me, he going to church.\n  riding through the hood hood, back of the back,\n  started in the front, now they in back in the back.\n  no love for the haters, no racks for the rats,,\n  half the n****s tell 'em, so we never sell em work,, come and get 'em,\n  put my money in it so you know it better work,\n\n  ()\n  riding with statistics, puffing on the pervert,\n  overtime all you n****s, i'm gonna work!\n  i'm gonna work!\n\n  overtime all you n****s cause i'm gonna work, work,\n  i'm gonna get anymeans necessary,,. on by my paper like a secretary,\n  i'm gonna work, i'm gonna work, i'm gonna work!\n\n  got some youngins . that will murder for a new,\n  hey, you're looking like,\n  it's daddy on your head, shirts,\n  .we are never scared, no!\n  n****s say they're looking for me, they never did,\n  i'm like the,\n  i'm gonna get it in the means necessary,,. on by my paper like a secretary,\n  get my n****s fit the. rob a bank,\n  he said he's gonna make it home like he never,. d***n!\n  free my homie rick, and free my homie brick,\n  do it hard time, love the 36.\n  trying to get a number, shawty she ain't on me,\n  wanna f***k me now, i'm like too dirty b***h!\n  rookie of the year cause i murder s***t, murder!\n  in the way back, cause it's,\n\n  ()\n  run with the, puffing on a pervert,\n  overtime all you n****s, i'm gonna work!\n  i'm gonna work!\n  overtime all you n****s cause i'm gonna work, work,\n  i'm gonna get it in the means necessary,,. on by my paper like a secretary,\n"}]