Phenomenal by Eminem
Let me self-empower you
When you're down and they're tryna clown
the fuck out of you
When you feel like you're running out of fuel
I'll show you how to use doubter's fuel
I am phenomenal.
Married To The Money by Trey Songz
[Pre-Hook: Trey Songz]
RIP to the Speaker Knockers
All they wanna do is count commas
You know that I'm married to the guapa
You couldn't see the money with binoculars
[Hook: Trey Songz]
It feels like my lady is the money
I wish I could have a baby with the money
I can't leave the house without her on me
You know that I'm married to the money (x5)
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
I had a fake chain, I was 16
I gave they ass some Timbs, but them shits clean
I remember stealing candy from Andrew's
Getting whip-its from my aunty's, some damn food
I'm the [?] and my homies skipped school
Even in her hooptie, I'm still cool
I'm from the 3rd man the crip called comma
Ain't seen my other crib and everyone in 4 months
I spend this money rappin' that boy like so what?
Cash shoes with the cash dudes, go nuts
Ain't nothin' gonna come between you and I
You the only one I need in my life
[Hook: Trey Songz]
It feels like my lady is the money
I wish I could have a baby with the money
I can't leave the house without her on me
You know that I'm married to the money, the money
[Verse 2: Chisanity]
I don't know what these niggas talkin' 'bout
These niggas must be tired, they run their mouth
I got some hitters by the phone
Just in case we don't get along
And all I rock is designer
Bet your bitch that I'mma ride her
Girl that handsome boy
Play that pussy, girl play it for a [?]
They ain't want me when I had a Monte Carlo
Now they on my page askin' me to follow
I'm a nigga trigga' all up in Chicago
We gon' get to the money that's the motto
[Hook] + [Pre-Hook] + [Hook]
Sweet Escape by Alesso
We drive so far to get away
Never look back
We don't care about nothing else
A sweet escape
Gotta break free, like a shooting star
Let the skyline guide us
We don't care about nothing else
A sweet escape
Feels like heaven
Nothing can stop us now
We run away, a sweet escape
Nothing can hold us down
Just like a wave that never breaks
Nothing can stop us now
And if you fall, I'll pick you up
I'll follow you 'till the end of time
We run away, a sweet escape
Nothing can stop us now
Nothing can stop us now
Nothing can stop us now
Nothing can stop us now
All lights go out and fade away
Never lose faith, leave all of your fears behind
A sweet escape
Gotta break free, with an opened heart
Let the sunshine find us
We don't care about nothing else
A sweet escape
Feels like Heaven
Nothing can stop us now
We run away, a sweet escape
Nothing can hold us down
Just like a wave that never breaks
Nothing can stop us now
And if you fall, I'll pick you up
I'll follow you 'till the end of time
We run away a sweet escape
Nothing can stop us now
Nothing can stop us now
Nothing can stop us now
Nothing can stop us now
And if you fall, I'll pick you up
I'll follow you 'till the end of time
We run away, a sweet escape
Nothing can stop us now
Bang Bang by Troy Ave
[Intro: Troy Ave]
Bang, bang, BSB Gang, you heard it? Got 'em
[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
Why these niggas frontin'? They gon' make me slow
I ain't never frontin', run down and dump 'em
You ain't really tough, you a bluff, nigga
Our bitches roll hotter than you sucka niggas
[Hook: Troy Ave]
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
Bang, bang, BSB the gang
I'm gettin' money, you should do the same
[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
Chillin' in my crib, whippin' coco
Just me and my dawg, it's a fo' fo'
Then I get a call like, "What up, bro?" ("Hey, what up?")
We found out where he live, got the whole dough (Word?)
Lay up on his flo', spray 'em on the flo'
A nigga blowin' smoke, ain't no neighbors saw (I don't know)
Tell a friend, he tell a friend, small issue, all issues
I'm big on revenge, nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Nigga, you talkin' like you just moved a couple bricks
Yeah, them Brooklyn niggas do be 'bout that bullshit
I got a couple shooters ridin' with a couple straps
Ten shots a piece, we don't need more than that
Since a shorty I had drama with all kind of niggas
Squashed the beef, then doubled back so I could line the nigga
He just moved to that spot, how they find that?
Get the drop, let it pop, niggas, time that
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Troy Ave]
People say I sound like Fif, okay dummy
I guess I sound like I'm just gettin' money
Let me check, yup, money I got
I made it off the block to a Bentley drop
Whippin', sellin' powder, now I got the power
[50 Cent]
100k an hour, my paper stack like a tower
Stripper bitch, she shake it, she shake it, I make it shower
The fucks you wanna fly, we shoot the shit out a coward
Come on
[Hook]
Bad Blood by Taylor Swift
'Cause baby now we got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look at what you've done
'Cause baby now we got bad blood
(Hey!) Now we got problems
And I don't think we can solve them
You made a really deep cut
And baby now we got bad blood
(Hey!) Did you have to do this?
I was thinking that you could be trusted
Did you have to ruin what was shining now it's all rusted
Did you have to hit me where I'm weak baby I couldn't breathe
I rubbed it in so deep
Salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me
Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times
You and I
'Cause baby now we got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look at what you've done
'Cause baby now we got bad blood
(Hey!) Now we got problems
And I don't think we can solve them
You made a really deep cut
And baby now we got bad blood
(Hey!) Did you think we'd be fine?
Still got scars on my back from your knife
So don't think it's in the past
These kind of wounds they last and they last
Now did you think it all through?
All these things will catch up to you
And time can heal but this won't
So if you come in my way, just don't
Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times
You and I
'Cause baby now we got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look at what you've done
'Cause baby now we got bad blood
(Hey!) Now we got problems
And I don't think we can solve them
You made a really deep cut
And baby now we got bad blood
(Hey!) Band-aids don't fix bullet holes
You say sorry just for show
You live like that, you live with ghosts (Ghosts)
Band-aids don't fix bullet holes (Hey!)
You say sorry just for show (Hey!)
You live like that, you live with ghosts (Hey!)
Hm, if you love like that blood runs bad
'Cause baby now we got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look at what you've done
'Cause baby now we got bad blood
(Hey!) Now we got problems
And I don't think we can solve them (Think we can solve them)
You made a really deep cut
And baby now we got bad blood
('Cause now we got bad blood) 'Cause baby now we got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look at what you've done (Look at what you've done)
'Cause baby now we got bad blood (Woah)
Now we got problems
And I don't think we can solve them
You made a really deep cut
And baby now we got bad blood (Hey!)
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