Or Nah (Remix) - Ty Dolla $ign Featuring DJ Mustard, The Weeknd & Wiz Khalifa

Or Nah (Remix) - Ty Dolla $ign Featuring DJ Mustard, The Weeknd & Wiz Khalifa

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]

*Wiz laugh*

I got a lotta cash

I don't mind spending it

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

I'ma smoke this joint then I'ma break you off

I'd be lying if I said you ain't the one

All these tattoos in my skin, they turn you on

Lotta smokin', drinkin' – that's the shit I'm on

Heard you not the type that you take home to Mom

Is we fucking when we leave the club or nah?

I ain't spending cash for nothin', I wanna see you take it off

I'ma pop this bottle, you gon' give me brain or nah?

Heard you from the hood, you rep that thang or nah?

Got a lotta ass, you gonna shake that thang or nah?

Heard you smoke blunts, you down with paper planes or nah?

I feel like I'm Tony, you my boss? I'm thinking nah

The whole world, I take it on

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]

Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah?

You can ride my face until you're drippin' cum

Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?

Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

I'm not the type to call you back tomorrow

But the way you wrapping 'round me is a prob

Ain't nobody tryna save ya

Baby, get that paper

Probably got a lot of other bitches owe you favors

Pussy so good, had to save that shit for later

Took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table

She repping XO to the death

I'm tryna make these bitches sweat

I'm tryna keep that pussy wet

I'm tryna fuck her and her friends

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]

You gonna run it for these hunnids, girl, or nah?

Show me, is you really 'bout your money, girl, or nah?

Don't play with a boss, girl, take it all

Take it for a real one, you gon' get it all

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

Is you really 'bout your money or nah?

Can you really take dick or nah?

Can I bring another bitch or nah?

Is you with the shits or nah?

Oh nah, oh nah

Would you ride for a nigga or nah?

Would you die for a nigga or nah?

Would you lie to a nigga or nah?

Oh nah

Can you really take dick or nah?

Can I bring another bitch or nah?

Is you with the shits or nah?

Oh nah, oh nah

Would you ride for a nigga or nah?

Would you die for a nigga or nah?

Would you lie to a nigga or nah?

Oh nah

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]

Girl, make that ass clap for young dollar sign

You already know my money go a long time

I could slide for it, like Nelly

I'ma go as far as you let me

Girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

Can I bring another bitch? Let's have a threesome

Keep saying you's a freak, you gon' prove it or nah?

His bitch keep looking at me, she choosin' or nah?

You a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?

Say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?

You gon' make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

Can you do it like that, on this dick or nah?

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]

You gonna run it for these hunnids, girl, or nah?

Show me, is you really 'bout your money, girl, or nah?

Don't play with a boss, girl, take it all

Take it for a real one, you gon' get it all

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

Is you really 'bout your money or nah?

Can you really take dick or nah?

Can I bring another bitch or nah?

Is you with the shits or nah?

Oh nah, oh nah

Would you ride for a nigga or nah?

Would you die for a nigga or nah?

Would you lie to a nigga or nah?

Oh nah

Can you really take dick or nah?

Can I bring another bitch or nah?

Is you with the shits or nah?

Oh nah, oh nah

Would you ride for a nigga or nah?

Would you die for a nigga or nah?

Would you lie to a nigga or nah?

Oh nah

- Machine Gun Kelly Featuring Wiz Khalifa

Mind of a Stoner - Machine Gun Kelly Featuring Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]

Ok, I lost my job last night

Picked up my paycheck

But 35% of it's gone already cuz Uncle Sam ain't get paid yet

Mom and them bitchin bout this rent

I ain't even gon' say shit

And half of what is left goes to her

(why?) Cuz I ain't use that latex, damn

Cheese sandwich and chips (meal)

Slim just spilled his drink in my Toyota 96 (wheels)

Well at least that blunt is lit

Don't they say life is what you make it?

Then I’m tryna make it money

And ride through my hood clean as Easter Sunday, that’s wassup, uh

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky

All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky

One time

All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky

All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky

One time

For the bullshit that you came from

Worked hard to get away from

But the devils there and you just can't seem to shake em

Two times

For them long nights that you stayed up

Thinkin about that paper

Crush it, lick it, split it, light it, blaze up

From the mind of a stoner, from the mind of a stoner

Simple thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner

Just the mind of a stoner, the mind of a stoner

Simpler thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner, oh

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]

Parents aren't doin much now since little brother got locked up

And I’m stuck smokin this mid waiting for the weed man to get stocked up

And my girl cancelled on me, said something else popped up

And I can't get with my ex now cuz her ring finger all rocked up,damn

No one likes you when your 23 without a plan

Sit around in apartments all day smokin weed and I’m like

"bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe"

Till I (skkrrrrrrttt) out in my Subaru and in the rear view is them lights

I'm talking about red white and blue

The same color as our flag

The one's that they say salute

But the ones that's whoopin my ass

And the same days that I’m happy

Is the same days that I’m mad

Cuz I can't go 24 hours without shit happening to my ass, get high

[Hook]

[Outro talking: Machine Gun Kelly]

Rollin up this weed

Thinkin about life

And you know what?

I'm good, yeah!

Feeling Myself - ​will.i.am, Featuring French Montana, Miley Cyrus & Wiz Khalifa

Feeling Myself - ​will.i.am, Featuring French Montana, Miley Cyrus & Wiz Khalifa

[Intro]

W-W-W-Willpower

Mustard on the beat, ho

[Hook: will.i.am & Miley Cyrus]

I be everywhere everybody know me

Super, super fresh with a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck

Givenchy keep the chicks in check

All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib

Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed

She give me IQ, that mean she give me head

I just give her beats, I don't give her bread

Cause we be in the club, bottles on deck

And god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself

Cause I'm gon' get it all, and I'mma throw it up

Like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself

Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me

The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit

You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit

You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

[Verse 1: French Montana]

I be everywhere, everybody know me

Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me

I get busy like a one line

In the drop getting head baby never mind

We gettin' money why you playing with it

Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it

Slick Rick looking at the mirror

Big Daddy Kane bitch like Shakira

1.5 custom made car

Me and Will table looking like the bar

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem

And I don't give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

[Verse 2: will.i.am]

And I don't give a fuck that's my whole M.O

I rock the whole globe with no problemo

Been rocking coats since my first demo

And now I'm banging hoes in the Continental

And I done seen me slidin' out my dope ride

I open up the doors, suicide

I came from the bottom, the sewer side

I made it to the top cause I do it fly

Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish

I see the whole game from my third iris

I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate

To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus

[Verse 3: Miley Cyrus]

Now everybod trippin' like they poppin' molly

Up in the club, is where you'll find me

I do it real big never do it tiny

If you about that bullshit please don't remind me

I step in this motherfucker just to make it work

I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk

Shake, shake that shit like a, like an expert

Shake, shake that shit like a, like an expert

[Hook: will.i.am & Miley Cyrus]

I be everywhere everybody know me

Super, super fresh with a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck

Givenchy keep the chicks in check

All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib

Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed

She give me IQ, that mean she give me head

I just give her beats, I don't give her bread

Cause we be in the club, bottles on deck

And god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself

Cause I'm gon' get it all, and I'mma throw it up

Like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself

Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me

The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit

You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit

You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist

Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist

Women in your dreams sleep in my bed

So I don't need your brains I need my ass kissed

But all my homies like give me some head

Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red

Takes shots till our chests burn

We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it started

The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball

The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star

The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know

The bigger the bank, that's more hoes, nigga

And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes

Coppin' them old schools and puttin' foreigns on the road

Real talk and if my fuel get low

I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

[Hook: will.i.am & Miley Cyrus]

I be everywhere everybody know me

Super, super fresh with a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck

Givenchy keep the chicks in check

All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib

Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed

She give me IQ, that mean she give me head

I just give her beats, I don't give her bread

Cause we be in the club, bottles on deck

And god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself

Cause I'm gon' get it all, and I'mma throw it up

Like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself

Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me

The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit

You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit

You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

23 - Mike WiLL Made-It - Featuring Juicy J, Miley Cyrus & Wiz Khalifa

23 - Mike WiLL Made-It - Featuring Juicy J, Miley Cyrus & Wiz Khalifa

[Hook: Miley Cyrus]

I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on

Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on

[Juicy J]

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

So get like me

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

So get like me

[Verse 1: Miley Cyrus]

I be in the club standing on the couch

In them Wolf Greys like it's my house

Drinking out the bottle, I got no respect

Looking like a model, who just got a check

I back it up, cause I don't give a fuck

If you're a lame, that's a shame you can't hang with us

I'm MC Hammer fly, you can't touch

J's so fly I should work at Flight Club

[Bridge: Miley Cyrus]

Put on my J's and dance the whole night away

I’m naughty by nature like I’m Hip-Hop Hooray

With my hands in the sky, I wave ‘em from side to side

My feet on the floor, I’m ’bout to turn up now

[Hook: Miley Cyrus]

I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on

Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on

[Juicy J]

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

So get like me

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

So get like me

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

I be rockin' J's or

I be rockin' Taylors

I got lots of flavors, my kick game is major

More kicks than the players, call me up I'm scorin'

Hit it like a free throw, tongue out like I'm Jordan

Smiley, Miley, come swing the thing right by me

Gotta a joint if you wanna get stoned, got choppers if they wanna try me

Pro athlete I'm not no wannabe

Waitress asked how many bottles? I said 23

[Bridge: Miley Cyrus]

Put on my J's and dance the whole night away

I’m naughty by nature like I’m Hip-Hop Hooray

With my hands in the sky, I wave ‘em from side to side

My feet on the floor, I’m ’bout to turn up now

[Hook: Miley Cyrus]

I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on

Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on

[Juicy J]

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

So get like me

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

So get like me

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

I stay showin' out, my kick game is a beast

I got thirty pair of J's that ain't never been released

Flu game twelve, Space Jam 11

On the hype beast sick, they gon' need a paramedic

Turn up, turn up, turn up, I get trippy, I stay live

All this purple in my cup, match them grape 5's

I'm so high, I got three bitches that go bi

I'm so fly, I'm gettin' head like a blow dryer

[Bridge: Miley Cyrus]

Put on my J's and dance the whole night away

I’m naughty by nature like I’m Hip-Hop Hooray

With my hands in the sky, I wave ‘em from side to side

My feet on the floor, I’m ’bout to turn up now

[Hook: Miley Cyrus]

I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on

Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on

[Juicy J]

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

So get like me

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

So get like me

Young Thug, 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa, & PnB Rock – Gang Up Lyrics

Young Thug, 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa, & PnB Rock – Gang Up Lyrics

[Intro: PnB Rock]

Oh yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: PnB Rock]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

2 Chainz (Yeah)

I'm a villain that's winning

With precision, I'm killing

Represent the religion

Ended up independent

Took my car to the clinic

Let 'em check all the vitals

Middle finger to rivals

Michael Jackson, my idol

Still ducked in a pie hole

Talk to the plug, every day except Cinco de Mayo

I still got me a Carlo

Still got money, Carlo

Your car running so bad, it stink up the Apollo

Call my rollie a Ralo

Call my AP a app

I ain't talking seat-belts when I say that I'm strapped

I'm in love with my side hoe

I sneak up through the side door

I'ma show you what we ride for

I'ma show you what we die for

[Hook: PnB Rock]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]

I'm in my same lane, lane that ain't gon' ever change up

I blow the brain out the range like a Taz Angel

Here's R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, got the stain up

We had your main on us, now we got stains on us

And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin' (What we gotta do?)

Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western

Yeah, I just had sex with one of your best friends

Then that fast and furious started nesting

Say I'm bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)

Is you staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are

Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke

He know that Instagram shit, are you gon' post that?

[Hook: PnB Rock]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]

Yeah, I'm always with my gang

We always ready to ride 'case for the squad, we'll do anything

Stay down, we'll never change

We always gon' stay the same

Put you in check, when you outta place

I try to tell 'em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang

We do what we gotta do and don't complain-plain-plain

I'm on the road, I'm probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane

Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang

I got the world on my back

I put your girl on her back

I did it all on my own

Now there ain't no turning back

And my whole squad got my back

And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said "Facts"

Gang, gang, gang

[Hook: PnB Rock]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up