[{"id":11285235,"name":"Panties To The Side","trackName":"Panties To The Side","artistName":"Rich Gang","albumName":"Rich Gang","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I think I fell in love man, hahaha\nShorty cold blooded...\n\nShorty pull her panties to the side\nTold me keep my feelings to the side\nFor them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\nTens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\nShorty pull her panties to the side\nTold me keep my feelings to the side\nFor them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\nTens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n\nTens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\nTens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n\nShe move them panties to the side\nShe give me head while I drive\nThese bitches flyin' in like flies\nMaybach, no roof, turn a bitch, butterfly\nRose gold in that Autobon, I'm gettin' money in real time\nThat big hand on them dollar signs, I'm on west coast rich time\nGet punched out for yo' punchlines, these niggas snitchin' like I did the crime\nI get the cake like the baker man - no Jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man\nThese niggas hood-hoppers, don't give a bitch no options\nI do this shit for my squadron, ain't got no time for no conference\nI call up some real niggas, but they ain't 'bout that talkin'\nI walk in wit' my bitch, fattest ass in the party\n\nAye French we in the club way too much, ya know what I'm sayin'?\nYou know we playin' with new bands, homeboy...\n\nStarted with a stack, then I got 5 mo' (do it right)\nCould have bought a ball team, with all this money I blow\nWalk in stalls, cause these hoes know I'm finna go retarded\nBallin hard no James Harden, Bentley truck to big to park it (skrrt)\nComma get for that work, gettin head blowin purp\nOne hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt\nPussy sweet like apple juice, fuck her til her pussy loose\nAnd when I'm done, pass her to my man, so Ben can see what that pussy do\nAnd she touching herself, what you gone off a molly?\nAnd she thick, and she finer than a mothafucka, lookin like tatted-up Holly\nFuck all night no strings attached, say no on love shit, girl this some fun shit\nDick too long and when I lick this spot I'mma make you cum quick\n\nTens, twenties, fifties, hunnids\nI'm, with the, number, one, stunna\nHands, rubbin, every, time we, doin', numbers (haha)\nGT, vodka, all, summer\nYeah, its time to bring them 'raris out\nScratch that, we bringing them Bugattis out\nI'mma show em how to get this money\nI'm laughin' to the bank, you niggas money funny\nI'mma real nigga, you is a counterfeit\nThrow a hunnid racks, tell her count it bitch\nMoney blowin' like a fountain, bitch\nAll my paper adding up, you only talking shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Panties To The Side\n  artist: Rich Gang\n  album: Rich Gang\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I think I fell in love man, hahaha\n  Shorty cold blooded...\n\n  Shorty pull her panties to the side\n  Told me keep my feelings to the side\n  For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n  Shorty pull her panties to the side\n  Told me keep my feelings to the side\n  For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n\n  She move them panties to the side\n  She give me head while I drive\n  These bitches flyin' in like flies\n  Maybach, no roof, turn a bitch, butterfly\n  Rose gold in that Autobon, I'm gettin' money in real time\n  That big hand on them dollar signs, I'm on west coast rich time\n  Get punched out for yo' punchlines, these niggas snitchin' like I did the crime\n  I get the cake like the baker man - no Jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man\n  These niggas hood-hoppers, don't give a bitch no options\n  I do this shit for my squadron, ain't got no time for no conference\n  I call up some real niggas, but they ain't 'bout that talkin'\n  I walk in wit' my bitch, fattest ass in the party\n\n  Aye French we in the club way too much, ya know what I'm sayin'?\n  You know we playin' with new bands, homeboy...\n\n  Started with a stack, then I got 5 mo' (do it right)\n  Could have bought a ball team, with all this money I blow\n  Walk in stalls, cause these hoes know I'm finna go retarded\n  Ballin hard no James Harden, Bentley truck to big to park it (skrrt)\n  Comma get for that work, gettin head blowin purp\n  One hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt\n  Pussy sweet like apple juice, fuck her til her pussy loose\n  And when I'm done, pass her to my man, so Ben can see what that pussy do\n  And she touching herself, what you gone off a molly?\n  And she thick, and she finer than a mothafucka, lookin like tatted-up Holly\n  Fuck all night no strings attached, say no on love shit, girl this some fun shit\n  Dick too long and when I lick this spot I'mma make you cum quick\n\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids\n  I'm, with the, number, one, stunna\n  Hands, rubbin, every, time we, doin', numbers (haha)\n  GT, vodka, all, summer\n  Yeah, its time to bring them 'raris out\n  Scratch that, we bringing them Bugattis out\n  I'mma show em how to get this money\n  I'm laughin' to the bank, you niggas money funny\n  I'mma real nigga, you is a counterfeit\n  Throw a hunnid racks, tell her count it bitch\n  Money blowin' like a fountain, bitch\n  All my paper adding up, you only talking shit\n"},{"id":12741569,"name":"Panties To The Side","trackName":"Panties To The Side","artistName":"Rich Gang","albumName":"Rich Gang (Deluxe Version)","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I think I fell in love man, hahaha\nShorty cold blooded...\n\nShorty pull her panties to the side\nTold me keep my feelings to the side\nFor them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\nTens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\nShorty pull her panties to the side\nTold me keep my feelings to the side\nFor them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\nTens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n\nTens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\nTens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n\nShe move them panties to the side\nShe give me head while I drive\nThese bitches flyin' in like flies\nMaybach, no roof, turn a bitch, butterfly\nRose gold in that Autobon, I'm gettin' money in real time\nThat big hand on them dollar signs, I'm on west coast rich time\nGet punched out for yo' punchlines, these niggas snitchin' like I did the crime\nI get the cake like the baker man - no Jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man\nThese niggas hood-hoppers, don't give a bitch no options\nI do this shit for my squadron, ain't got no time for no conference\nI call up some real niggas, but they ain't 'bout that talkin'\nI walk in wit' my bitch, fattest ass in the party\n\nAye French we in the club way too much, ya know what I'm sayin'?\nYou know we playin' with new bands, homeboy...\n\nStarted with a stack, then I got 5 mo' (do it right)\nCould have bought a ball team, with all this money I blow\nWalk in stalls, cause these hoes know I'm finna go retarded\nBallin hard no James Harden, Bentley truck to big to park it (skrrt)\nComma get for that work, gettin head blowin purp\nOne hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt\nPussy sweet like apple juice, fuck her til her pussy loose\nAnd when I'm done, pass her to my man, so Ben can see what that pussy do\nAnd she touching herself, what you gone off a molly?\nAnd she thick, and she finer than a mothafucka, lookin like tatted-up Holly\nFuck all night no strings attached, say no on love shit, girl this some fun shit\nDick too long and when I lick this spot I'mma make you cum quick\n\nTens, twenties, fifties, hunnids\nI'm, with the, number, one, stunna\nHands, rubbin, every, time we, doin', numbers (haha)\nGT, vodka, all, summer\nYeah, its time to bring them 'raris out\nScratch that, we bringing them Bugattis out\nI'mma show em how to get this money\nI'm laughin' to the bank, you niggas money funny\nI'mma real nigga, you is a counterfeit\nThrow a hunnid racks, tell her count it bitch\nMoney blowin' like a fountain, bitch\nAll my paper adding up, you only talking shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Panties To The Side\n  artist: Rich Gang\n  album: Rich Gang (Deluxe Version)\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I think I fell in love man, hahaha\n  Shorty cold blooded...\n\n  Shorty pull her panties to the side\n  Told me keep my feelings to the side\n  For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n  Shorty pull her panties to the side\n  Told me keep my feelings to the side\n  For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n\n  She move them panties to the side\n  She give me head while I drive\n  These bitches flyin' in like flies\n  Maybach, no roof, turn a bitch, butterfly\n  Rose gold in that Autobon, I'm gettin' money in real time\n  That big hand on them dollar signs, I'm on west coast rich time\n  Get punched out for yo' punchlines, these niggas snitchin' like I did the crime\n  I get the cake like the baker man - no Jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man\n  These niggas hood-hoppers, don't give a bitch no options\n  I do this shit for my squadron, ain't got no time for no conference\n  I call up some real niggas, but they ain't 'bout that talkin'\n  I walk in wit' my bitch, fattest ass in the party\n\n  Aye French we in the club way too much, ya know what I'm sayin'?\n  You know we playin' with new bands, homeboy...\n\n  Started with a stack, then I got 5 mo' (do it right)\n  Could have bought a ball team, with all this money I blow\n  Walk in stalls, cause these hoes know I'm finna go retarded\n  Ballin hard no James Harden, Bentley truck to big to park it (skrrt)\n  Comma get for that work, gettin head blowin purp\n  One hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt\n  Pussy sweet like apple juice, fuck her til her pussy loose\n  And when I'm done, pass her to my man, so Ben can see what that pussy do\n  And she touching herself, what you gone off a molly?\n  And she thick, and she finer than a mothafucka, lookin like tatted-up Holly\n  Fuck all night no strings attached, say no on love shit, girl this some fun shit\n  Dick too long and when I lick this spot I'mma make you cum quick\n\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids\n  I'm, with the, number, one, stunna\n  Hands, rubbin, every, time we, doin', numbers (haha)\n  GT, vodka, all, summer\n  Yeah, its time to bring them 'raris out\n  Scratch that, we bringing them Bugattis out\n  I'mma show em how to get this money\n  I'm laughin' to the bank, you niggas money funny\n  I'mma real nigga, you is a counterfeit\n  Throw a hunnid racks, tell her count it bitch\n  Money blowin' like a fountain, bitch\n  All my paper adding up, you only talking shit\n"},{"id":14812889,"name":"Panties To The Side","trackName":"Panties To The Side","artistName":"Rich Gang, French Montana, Tyga, Bow Wow, Gudda Gudda","albumName":"Rich Gang","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I think I fell in love man, hahaha\nShorty cold blooded...\n\nShorty pull her panties to the side\nTold me keep my feelings to the side\nFor them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\nTens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\nShorty pull her panties to the side\nTold me keep my feelings to the side\nFor them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\nTens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n\nTens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\nTens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n\nShe move them panties to the side\nShe give me head while I drive\nThese bitches flyin' in like flies\nMaybach, no roof, turn a bitch, butterfly\nRose gold in that Autobon, I'm gettin' money in real time\nThat big hand on them dollar signs, I'm on west coast rich time\nGet punched out for yo' punchlines, these niggas snitchin' like I did the crime\nI get the cake like the baker man - no Jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man\nThese niggas hood-hoppers, don't give a bitch no options\nI do this shit for my squadron, ain't got no time for no conference\nI call up some real niggas, but they ain't 'bout that talkin'\nI walk in wit' my bitch, fattest ass in the party\n\nAye French we in the club way too much, ya know what I'm sayin'?\nYou know we playin' with new bands, homeboy...\n\nStarted with a stack, then I got 5 mo' (do it right)\nCould have bought a ball team, with all this money I blow\nWalk in stalls, cause these hoes know I'm finna go retarded\nBallin hard no James Harden, Bentley truck to big to park it (skrrt)\nComma get for that work, gettin head blowin purp\nOne hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt\nPussy sweet like apple juice, fuck her til her pussy loose\nAnd when I'm done, pass her to my man, so Ben can see what that pussy do\nAnd she touching herself, what you gone off a molly?\nAnd she thick, and she finer than a mothafucka, lookin like tatted-up Holly\nFuck all night no strings attached, say no on love shit, girl this some fun shit\nDick too long and when I lick this spot I'mma make you cum quick\n\nTens, twenties, fifties, hunnids\nI'm, with the, number, one, stunna\nHands, rubbin, every, time we, doin', numbers (haha)\nGT, vodka, all, summer\nYeah, its time to bring them 'raris out\nScratch that, we bringing them Bugattis out\nI'mma show em how to get this money\nI'm laughin' to the bank, you niggas money funny\nI'mma real nigga, you is a counterfeit\nThrow a hunnid racks, tell her count it bitch\nMoney blowin' like a fountain, bitch\nAll my paper adding up, you only talking shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Panties To The Side\n  artist: Rich Gang, French Montana, Tyga, Bow Wow, Gudda Gudda\n  album: Rich Gang\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I think I fell in love man, hahaha\n  Shorty cold blooded...\n\n  Shorty pull her panties to the side\n  Told me keep my feelings to the side\n  For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n  Shorty pull her panties to the side\n  Told me keep my feelings to the side\n  For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds\n\n  She move them panties to the side\n  She give me head while I drive\n  These bitches flyin' in like flies\n  Maybach, no roof, turn a bitch, butterfly\n  Rose gold in that Autobon, I'm gettin' money in real time\n  That big hand on them dollar signs, I'm on west coast rich time\n  Get punched out for yo' punchlines, these niggas snitchin' like I did the crime\n  I get the cake like the baker man - no Jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man\n  These niggas hood-hoppers, don't give a bitch no options\n  I do this shit for my squadron, ain't got no time for no conference\n  I call up some real niggas, but they ain't 'bout that talkin'\n  I walk in wit' my bitch, fattest ass in the party\n\n  Aye French we in the club way too much, ya know what I'm sayin'?\n  You know we playin' with new bands, homeboy...\n\n  Started with a stack, then I got 5 mo' (do it right)\n  Could have bought a ball team, with all this money I blow\n  Walk in stalls, cause these hoes know I'm finna go retarded\n  Ballin hard no James Harden, Bentley truck to big to park it (skrrt)\n  Comma get for that work, gettin head blowin purp\n  One hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt\n  Pussy sweet like apple juice, fuck her til her pussy loose\n  And when I'm done, pass her to my man, so Ben can see what that pussy do\n  And she touching herself, what you gone off a molly?\n  And she thick, and she finer than a mothafucka, lookin like tatted-up Holly\n  Fuck all night no strings attached, say no on love shit, girl this some fun shit\n  Dick too long and when I lick this spot I'mma make you cum quick\n\n  Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids\n  I'm, with the, number, one, stunna\n  Hands, rubbin, every, time we, doin', numbers (haha)\n  GT, vodka, all, summer\n  Yeah, its time to bring them 'raris out\n  Scratch that, we bringing them Bugattis out\n  I'mma show em how to get this money\n  I'm laughin' to the bank, you niggas money funny\n  I'mma real nigga, you is a counterfeit\n  Throw a hunnid racks, tell her count it bitch\n  Money blowin' like a fountain, bitch\n  All my paper adding up, you only talking shit\n"},{"id":614379,"name":"Panties To the Side","trackName":"Panties To the Side","artistName":"Rich Gang feat. 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