Dreezy – Big Dreez + lyrics

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Chicken Noodle Soup Lyrics

[Intro]

808 Mafia

Yo

What the fuck is up, man?

You already know this Dreezy, we back in this bitch

And niggas askin’ me stupid shit like who my competition

Ain’t no fuckin’ competition

Y’all in 2018, we in 2020, man, y’all ain’t on shit

Shout out my nigga Southside

That bitch is gon’ have to come with it, for real

I ain’t even fuckin’ around no more, look

[Verse]

Pull in Neiman Marcus right before I spark it

Let the valet park it then I hit Chanel (Foreigns)

LA regardless, all my haters garbage

And they shop at Target or they findin’ sales (Bums)

I’m the new wave, fuck what you say

Got the cross on me like D’usse (Uh-huh)

I keep a nigga with the deuce-deuce

Every hundred on me got a blue face (Blue face)

Bring the AC with the AP (Burr)

The type of bitch a nigga can’t keep

Got the top down, sittin’ waist deep

I’m like, “Can you see me?” They like, “HD” (You see me, ho)

Bad bitches who I fuck with

The rest, I wouldn’t put shit past ’em (At all)

Used to want to be a good girl

Now I’m finessin’ niggas like a rich pastor

First check I got was like 50K

Went and cashed it out and just laid in it (Laid in it)

I don’t care where you roll spliffs

We just dump the ashes, let the maid get it (Ayy, clean that shit up)

Made a name but ain’t chase the fame

Bitches trade respect for a paid gimmick (Fake ass ho)

They sent for me so I came with it

Competition feelin’ like a game scrimmage (I’m winnin’)

I’m up before the cock-a-doodle-doo

At night I make it rain like chicken noodle soup

Got your nigga jumpin’ through the hula hoops

He gave me top at 2, I told him toodle-loo (Bye-bye)

Niggas cappin” like they really in the booth

But they just doin’ somethin’ ’cause it’s cool to do

Heir to the two, shit old to me, it’s probably new to you

I ain’t goin’ back to what I used to do (Never)

Bitches hatin’ on me in an Uber Pool (Bum)

Fuck a nigga, man, I’m super cool

Brought my sis to LA on a Friday

Monday, she was like, “I flew to school”

They know she my sister so she cool in school

Gettin’ money like a Jewish dude

Niggas switchin’ colors like a Rubix Cube

All these bitches switchin’, I’m like, “Who is who?” (Who the fuck is these bitches?)

Mani pedi, meet me at the Bevy

When we throw money, shit look like confetti (Money)

Shooters hangin’ with me out the Chevy

White girl rollin’ doobies like she Lil’ Debby (Ayy, roll that shit)

Lost a legend, RIP to G-Dot

Smokin’ like a teapot, I can’t wait to rerock (My bitch)

Got a ticket with me like a kiosk

Ballin’ like a bi-yotch, flier than a peacock

And I’m ready for bitches to diss me (Yeah)

Got that new-new, I ain’t talkin’ Nipsey (Yeah)

Takin’ shots, you was already tipsy (Pussy)

Still finessin’ the game like a gypsy

Still rockin’ Timberlands like I’m Missy (I be rockin’ that shit)

It get sweet, bro pull up with that glizzy

Pockets on full but my feelings is empty (No hard feelings)

 




Play With Ya Lyrics

[Intro]

Uh, yeah, yeah

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey!)

[Chorus]

Don’t give no fuck off the Henny

Drinkin’ it right out the pitcher (Yeah)

Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)

I’m croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut it)

Hot but he can’t get my number (No)

I curve him as soon as he pitch it (Swerve)

Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent

I did not come to play with you (At all)

Don’t give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it)

I’m drinkin’ it right out the pitcher (Yup)

Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)

I’m croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut it)

Hot but he can’t get my number (No)

I curve him soon as he pitch it (Swerve)

Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent (Drip)

I did not come to play with you (Nah)

[Verse 1]

Indian hair, 40 inches (Long)

Head totoe, it get expensive (Cash)

Cartier lenses for my vision (Barti’)

I see you fake niggas pretending (Rats)

You burnt, you ran out of minutes (You burnt)

Your ho come ’round and get litty (He lit)

President of the bad bitches (Cadet)

They salute the kid like lieutenant (Salute)

Get fishin’ on jail, dripping on cell

Rockin’ some shit that I can’t even spell

Louis my shell, new money trail

My F for Fendi, your F is for fail

Strapped up like soldier, ayy

Pop off your top like Coronas (Pop)

Motor sound like it’s a polar

Ice on the choker, my bitch look older

She shakin’ ass like she came from the ‘Nolia (Shake it, shake it)

He a dog, alley paws (Beat him)

I ain’t fightin’ at all (No)

I just tear down the mall (Takin’ shit)

Fuck it, I buy it all (I want it all)

Shit on you like a star (Ugh)

We the youngest involved (Young)

That small voice need a haul, eh

[Chorus]

Don’t give no fuck off the Henny

Drinkin’ it right out the pitcher (Yeah)

Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)

Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut it)

Hot but he can’t get my number (No)

I curve him as soon as he pitch it (Swerve)

Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent

I did not come to play with you (At all)

Don’t give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it)

I’m drinkin’ it right out the pitcher (Yup)

Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)

Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut it)

Hot but he can’t get my number (No)

I curve him soon as he pitch it (Swerve)

Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent (Drip)

I did not come to play with you

[Verse 2]

Can’t wait for a minute, impatient

Go get it, I need it, my fingers is itching (Ugh)

Vacation, I’m living, got so many Benjamins

They think I’m gettin’ it printed (I ain’t)

I came with them racks, you dig? (What’s up?)

This OG, you smoking on mid (Lil’ kid)

Still livin’ in your mama crib

You can’t even come for the kids

Smoke ’em and dump, Louboutin pump

Bloody walkin’, you just bleed once a month (Yeah)

I’m in that Ghost, you can say that whip haunted

I walk in your trap and I do what I want (Do what I want)

Just spend a light 30

I got enough bread to feed you lil’ birdies (Chirp, chirp)

Bought out Diamond District

I’m up in New York, my Milly Rock sturdy

Speakin’ all facts (Turnt)

I get turnt up to the max (Turnt)

I used to jugg it off accents (Runnin’)

Now, I’m back fully, relax (Ugh)

I’m eatin’ spaghetti and catfish

Pull up in that sport back to back (Sktrt)

High as hell, lookin’ like cataracts (I’m high)

I’m in the club throwin’ that kind of racks (Racks)

[Chorus]

Don’t give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it)

Drinkin’ it right out the pitcher (Yeah)

Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)

Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut it)

Hot but he can’t get my number (No)

I curve him as soon as he pitch it (Swerve)

Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent

I did not come to play with you (At all)

Don’t give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it)

I’m drinkin’ it right out the pitcher (Yup)

Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)

Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut it)

Hot but he can’t get my number (No)

I curve him soon as he pitch it (Swerve)

Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent (Drip)

I did not come to play with you (Nah)

[Outro]

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey!)




Chanel Slides Lyrics

[Intro]

Uh

Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Dreezy]

I’ma pull up in a Masi’

Me and the whip got a body (Skrt-skrt)

‘Cause, shit, I don’t need a colonic

I count up a check in a bonnet (I don’t give a fuck)

Kehlani, I got a tsunami

Put it on him when he get a new lining (Splash)

All this drip, don’t need no stylist

Hellcat pussy low mileage (Skrt)

She gotta wad up her tab

Graduated from the U of Finesse (Ha)

Your nigga hit me, wanna give me a check (Now)

I need a salon, bitches is pressed, yeah

I’m fly and finesse (Got ’em)

He pay when he callin’ collect (Got ’em)

Lil’ copy, go back to your desk

I’m hurting these bitches, I ain’t even dressed (God damn shame)

This t-shirt, Versace

This two piece, Cavalli (I know)

He eat me, hibachi

Now that’s some sloppy toppy (Yeah)

Ride like a Kawasaki

This Chanel, not no Huaraches

Talk your shit, I’m on your block

And we ain’t pullin’ no Tekashi (Hell nah)

2018 when I bag it up

Versace gold leaf, this is madded up

I don’t know why niggas mad at us (What?)

Drag a bitch right out her Acura (Drag)

Left him, his wallet ain’t fat enough? (Left ’em)

Throwin’ out ones, you can add it up

Bet he gon’ eat it like Dracula (Haa)

This ain’t a war, but I’m actin’ up

 

[Pre-Chorus: Dreezy]

You’ll get popped, no Pennywise

Money get stacked up ceiling-high (Uh)

Weekend coupe, no Enterprise

Got it right now, no gettin’ by (Uh)

Brand new drip, Chanel slides

Them mothafuckas hurt, but they still fly (Uh)

No pressure, you ain’t gotta sell that

Wake up next day, I’m still high (Uh)

[Chorus: Dreezy]

Chanel bag, Chanel tag

These weak bitches gon’ steal swag (Uh)

Chanel slides, Chanel fly

Bitch goin’ broke tryna get fly (Uh)

Chanel bag, Chanel tag

These weak bitches gon’ steal swag (Uh)

Chanel slides, Chanel fly

Bitch goin’ broke tryna get fly (Uh)

[Verse 2: Kash Doll]

I’ma pull up in the Porsche

Me and money married, no divorce (Nah)

Makin’ bitches sick with no remorse

You just gotta let it run its course

See I got the drip like its coke (Yeah)

Snortin’ D, I’m runnin’ down your throat

Hands down, you won’t get a vote

Yogi Bears, they don’t want no smoke (Nah uh)

My neck game match my wrist game

Flawless victory like I’m Liu Kang (I’m Liu Kang)

Your ex-boyfriend is my new main

And I’ma slurp it up like its lo mein (Hahaha)

Face it, big, big checks I chase it

Double C’s even when I’m naked

Sittin’ pretty ready for the taking

And I’m waiting

100 grand wrapped in a rubber band (Woo)

Hit Saks Fifth, I’ma pop that (Yeah)

Spent 20 grand on Chanel bags

Such a bad habit, need to stop that

Ain’t nothing changed but the money

Stack it ’till it starts spillin’ on me

I’m the Shug Avery of this, honey (Yeah)

And y’all hoes sure is ugly (Hahahaha)

[Pre-Chorus: Dreezy]

You’ll get popped, no Pennywise

Money get stacked up ceiling-high (Uh)

Weekend coupe, no Enterprise

Got it right now, no gettin’ by (Uh)

Brand new drip, Chanel slides

Them mothafuckas hurt, but they still fly (Uh)

No pressure, you ain’t gotta sell that

Wake up next day, I’m still high (Uh)

[Chorus: Dreezy]

Chanel bag, Chanel tag

These weak bitches gon’ steal swag (Uh)

Chanel slides, Chanel fly

Bitch goin’ broke tryna get fly (Uh)

Chanel bag, Chanel tag

These weak bitches gon’ steal swag (Uh)

Chanel slides, Chanel fly

Bitch goin’ broke tryna get fly (Uh)

 




Showin’ Out Lyrics

[Intro]

‘Mano


OG Parker

[Verse 1]

We high like a fever, I’m in love with your features

I’m on your team, not the bleachers

I’m a snack, I can feed you

Got that ice walkin’, freezin’

We get high like cathedrals

Mansion wake up and season

You my drug, I be fiendin’

I ain’t playin’ ’round

Lay it out, face down, ass up, when I hit your line

Back to back, you know you better answer, we make the same

amount

Cash flow, me and my baby ballin’ out, you can claim me now

This your shit, fuck what niggas talkin’ ’bout

I been lit, learning, man, the fast life’s gettin’ too real

I done been there, done that, want to have somethin’ I feel

Hear them raindrops, think about it, hit me up, 773

Nigga pull up on me, park the whip, and do me like you used to, baby

 

[Pre-Chorus]

When you get it right, nigga, spend the night

Got me feelin’ like ain’t no other nigga that can hit it right

Left me leakin’

I got that water, that Fiji

Bring out that savage like RiRi

I’m good for your body, you need me

[Chorus]

Oh nah, it’s pourin’ down, keep your doors locked

The forecast say ’round 4 o’clock gon’ be stormin’ out

With foreigns, had me soakin’ wet, thought it was a drought

That hard knocked, ain’t use no hands, got me showin’ out

Showin’ out, showin’ out

Took my wrist and flood it out

Showin’ out, showin’ out

It’s pourin’ down

[Verse 2]

Now let’s go

Have a private party, I was thinkin’ maybe I can invite you

Got good head on him, nigga, he say he don’t even like school

Got it bad for you, baby, can’t nobody hit it like you

Beatin’ the block up

I’m on Rodeo, we shoppin’

He got Off-White on his pocket

Make him put in that work like he clocked in

 

Like Matilda, he lovin’ that chocolate

Took my ex out the picture, we cropped it

Treat me like a queen, Naija

Baby, you don’t have no other option

[Pre-Chorus]

Damn, when you get it right, nigga, spend the night

Got me feelin’ like ain’t no other nigga that can hit it right

Left me leakin’

I got that water, that Fiji

Bring out that savage like RiRi

I’m good for your body, you need me

[Chorus]

Oh nah, it’s pourin’ down, keep your doors locked

The forecast say ’round 4 o’clock gon’ be stormin’ out

With foreigns, had me soakin’ wet, thought it was a drought

That hard knocked, ain’t use no hands, got me showin’ out

Showin’ out, showin’ out

Took my wrist and flood it out

Showin’ out, showin’ out

It’s pourin’ down

[Outro]

‘Mano




Ecstasy Lyrics

[Intro: Jeremih]

Yeah

Cássio

Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Jeremih & Dreezy]

How ’bout later you come over to my spot?

Do anything you want me to, I might

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm

Ain’t tryna wait, I wanna get it on sight


Come put it on me, I’ma take it all night

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm

Iso you up, I’ve been ready, ready

Make me look back, scream, “Zaddy, zaddy”

Yeah, yeah

You know I pop it like a semi (Semi)


Tell me how it feel when you in me (In me)

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm

[Chorus: Jeremih & Dreezy]

E-e-ecstasy (Yeah)

Bring your body to me (Yeah)

Play with all my emotions (Yeah)

Long as we gettin’ closer

F-f-fastasy


Can we live in our dreams?


Come get what I got for ya


Get lost in my water

[Verse 2: Dreezy & Jeremih]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, can we play, no brakes, lights off, anything goes?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck you like a stripper, baby, you can get it, get it, get it anytime you want

Yeah, yeah, I’ma dirty dance for ya lights off, candles lit, put the shadows on the wall

Eyes closed, yeah, can you blame me if I see what I see and I know what I want?

[Chorus: Jeremih & Dreezy]

E-e-ecstasy

Bring your body to me (Bring your body to me)

Play with all my emotions

Long as we gettin’ closer

F-f-fastasy


Can we live in our dreams?


Come get what I got for ya


Get lost in my water

[Verse 3: Dreezy]

Down to catch a body

You know a bitch about it

I saw you on the kitchen table

I do whatever you say, so

Tipsy, bottle-popping

Tell me how you like it

Soon as I’m around

I get in the mood

4 a.m, ain’t get no sleep

Ding, ding, ding, got you so asleep

[Verse 4: Jeremih]

Yeah, down for whatever that you ain’t did never

Last night in ecstasy, so close to Heaven

Turn the room to the jungle like, ooh, ooh, oohh, ah, ah, ah

Swear you was havin’ a baby, you ooh, ooh, oohh, ah, ah, ah

Uh, girl, I don’t get it

How when you naked, you’re dressed to kill

Ain’t hard to tell why, when I got inside, that shit 4th July

[Chorus: Jeremih & Dreezy]

E-e-ecstasy

Bring your body to me (Bring your body to me)

Play with all my emotions

Long as we gettin’ closer

F-f-fastasy


Can we live in our dreams?


Come get what I got for ya


Get lost in my water




Love Someone Lyrics

[Chorus: Jacquees]

When you love someone (When you)

You feel that they can’t do no wrong (No wrong)

I thought that you had my best interests

And you would never hurt me, no (No)

I found out you was shady, though (Shady)

I thought I was your baby, though, yeah (Your baby)

God showed me signs a thousand times

But I wouldn’t let go

[Verse 1: Dreezy]

Heartbreak might be the worst pain I ever felt

And I can’t blame nobody but myself, yeah

I was tryna turn a jack to a king, had to play what I was dealt

I hate it even hit the point we gotta end shit

‘Cause the outcome fucked up the friendship

I can tell that your interests is different

Thinkin’ you can treat me like the bitches you been with

Y’all been in position, you live for attention

I’m on your team, why you get so defensive? (Don’t get that)

You say I turn nothin’ into big shit

Always get caught up in the slick shit

I took it personal

But I’ma carry on like a terminal

Could forget but some shit is irreversable

And tell that new ho you with I see her lurkin’ on me (I see you, lil’ ho)

‘Cause I been that bitch

I’ll straight end that shit (I’ll take that shit)

I already seen the phone calls and the addy, you don’t wanna make

me get at sis (You don’t wanna make me pull up)

The most we ain’t speakin’

So long, you ain’t in my recents

Love you enough to be there when you need me

But I love me enough to know when it ain’t equal

[Chorus: Jacquees]

When you love someone (When you)

You feel that they can’t do no wrong (No wrong)

I thought that you had my best interests

And you would never hurt me, no (No)

I found out you was shady, though (Shady)

I thought I was your baby, though, yeah (Your baby)

God showed me signs a thousand times

But I wouldn’t let go

[Verse 2: Dreezy]

I had to get you up out of my system

I was losing myself, couldn’t risk it, yeah

I thought I was trippin’

Had me feeling guilty when I was the victim

Whenever you say you need me, knew to call on me quick

Was your leadin’ lady, you was followin’ bitches

Crazy how IG hoes who not in the picture got me arguin’ with you

Yeah, and you can put it all on the line for a nigga, he’ll still switch

But every nigga wanna go hard, say how they on some real shit

Tellin’ me to control my emotions

Never own up to the shit when you bogus

We smile for the cameras but losin’ the focus

Your comments ain’t matchin’ the actions you showin’

Half this shit is just different

It feelin’ like somethin’ been missing

I gotta make my best decision

When it’s said and done I’ma have to live with it

Not everybody deserve your affection

Write you a paragraph, delete the message

Everything I ever said, know I meant

Put a guard on my heart, now I gotta protect it

[Chorus: Jacquees]

When you love someone (When you)

You feel that they can’t do no wrong (No wrong)

I thought that you had my best interests

And you would never hurt me, no (No)

I found out you was shady, though (Shady)

I thought I was your baby, though, yeah (Your baby)

God showed me signs a thousand times

But I wouldn’t let go

When you love someone (When you)

You feel that they can’t do no wrong (No wrong)

I thought that you had my best interests

And you would never hurt me, no (No)

I found out you was shady, though (Shady)

I thought I was your baby, though, yeah (Your baby)

God showed me signs a thousand times

But I wouldn’t let go




Cash App Lyrics

[Chorus: Dreezy]

Peel the top back and just sit in the trunk

Well connected, I got just what you want

Hit the Cash App, fuck a check up and run

Come and match that, OG smoke in my blunt

I’m not on tour but in your city, bougie bitches rollin’ up

Throw it in the air, we don’t give a fuck

Stickin’ to the code like it’s where we from

I’m ridin’ with my day one

[Verse 1: Dreezy]

Ain’t no key to the ignition, VVS drippin’

Up now, I swore on my bitches

Pretty lil’ tits and they skinny

Swing my inches, I ain’t just cute in the pictures (It’s real)

You broke, I ain’t payin’ attention (Lil’ ho)

With the gang, bring the ’Tron and the Henny

Gucci new duffle, buy my bitch a mini

The foreign two tone, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Whitney

Big ball, ballin’ like tip-off

Callin’ no sick offs, Louis V flip-flops

I got season like Salt Bae

Racks on me blue just like Bombay

It feel like feds watchin’

Twenty racks up in my damn pocket

I send up with everybody

Turn the high heel to a red bottom

Off-White but I don’t got a stain

Young with that money, but no, I ain’t Wayne

Car like my nigga, I cut off the brain

Thought I switched the whip, it’s a red, not the paint (Skrrt skrrt)

Big Dreez, I’m the chosen (Big Dreez)

I don’t take L’s, I smoke ’em

Young Oprah, bag like Moka

All around the world, nigga, ain’t no local

 

[Chorus: Dreezy]

Peel the top back and just sit in the trunk

Well connected, I got just what you want

Hit the Cash App, fuck a check up and run

Come and match that, OG smoke in my blunt

I’m not on tour but in your city, bougie bitches rollin’ up

Throw it in the air, we don’t give a fuck

Stickin’ to the code like it’s where we from

I’m ridin’ with my day one

[Verse 2: Offset]

Maybach coupe with an empty tank (Hey)

Shoot out the roof with the gang (Shoot)

Strips of the blues, you can catch this flame (Flame)

Hide the dope in the dashboard frame (Dope)

Cartier frames and Cartier bangles (Cartier)

I’m famous, still twistin’ my fingers (Fingers)

The Kel-Tec show you what pain is (Kel’)

Offset, you know what my name is (Hey)

Drip drop, watch don’t tick tock

Bags of the Ziploc, cash in the shoebox (Shoebox)

My dawgs keep quiet, they don’t bark a lot (Hrr)

Fishtail the Lam’ out the parking lot (Skrrt)

Fuck her in the mouth then swap it out (Ugh)

Big stone carats and they pokin’ out (Stones)

Bankroll knots on juggernaut (Knots)

Baow, now he got a blood clot (Baow)

My diamonds a puddle of Fiji (Water)

Not a cup full of water, it’s Easter (Mud)

Since I dropped in the water, I been beastin’ (Beastin’)

Once again, cross the border, it’s easy (easy)

Got the Glock for the plot and the demons (Plot)

I’m in the Wraith but it feel like it’s Venus (Stars)

From the trap but we rock out arenas (Rock out)

We blind you, niggas ain’t seein’ us

[Chorus: Dreezy]

Peel the top back and just sit in the trunk

Well connected, I got just what you want

Come and match that, OG smoke in my blunt

I’m not on tour but in your city, bougie bitches rollin’ up

Throw it in the air, we don’t give a fuck

Stickin’ to the code like it’s where we from

I’m ridin’ with my day one




RIP Aretha Lyrics

[Intro]

Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Big Dreez
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]

Ayy, in y’all wallet like Lemony Snicket

I don’t fuck with cuz but the work was a ticket

Popped off the tag and I can’t even fit it

I’m smoking on loud so I probably don’t hear you (Shhh)

Make a nigga say my name when he in it

I married his will but I’m not Jada Pinkett

I’m counting up, counting up, it’s finger lickin’

You know I’ma eat, I don’t need no utensils (Eat it up)

I get attention, he need Ritalin

Rollie my wrist, I can’t fuck with no minute man

OG diet, body looking like cinnamon

I’m the nigga and these niggas be feminine

I’m smoking on G in a Tesla (Yes)

Treat the world like it’s my bitch, better not touch her

Pretty little bitch, I might fuck round and bust ya

Niggas know I get my coin like an usher

Tweak with the gang, you ain’t big enough

Won’t give a fuck if a bitch ain’t feeling us (What the fuck, bitch?)

Kicking that hoe out my section

Ain’t throwing no bread if them strippers ain’t thick enough

Can’t let ’em pipe, had to tell ’em just give it up

Nigga stay he still wanna lick it up

I don’t care if I’m that Benz truck

I’m still hit my plug like, “Nigga, come fill it up” (Gas)

[Chorus]

Franklins, Aretha (Rest up)

Two seat, at least (Gone)

Ice on anemic (Froze)

You ain’t eating, bulimic

Rollie on, ain’t got no time for a bitch (Who?)

Gotta remind me a bitch (Big Dreez)

Dripping on fan in this shit

If I want it, he gon’ buy me this shit (Spin this shit)

Franklins, Aretha (That rat)

Two seat, at least (Skrrt)

Ice on anemic

You ain’t eating, bulimic

Rollie on, ain’t got no time for a bitch (What?)

Gotta remind me a bitch (Big Dreez)

Dripping on fan in this shit

If I want it, he gon’ buy me this shit (Spin this shit)

[Verse 2]

Checked your resume and you ain’t official

A knock-off hoe substituting the teacher (Who the fuck is that bitch?)

Heard you sent for me but ain’t want a mission

Put paper on you, bitch, you don’t want a extra
Bitch, you just running in circles (Silly ass)

Y’all should come up when I search you (Who is this?)

I’m on your screen, no commercial (I’m live)

He kissing me, say I’m a Hershey

We fully loaded (Skrrt), body built like Coca-Cola

I’m repping the game, no controller

Can’t put my line in your Motorola

I’m got some lil titties, don’t need a bra

No bitch, I don’t give a fuck ’bout the blogs

Ooh yeah, bluffed as fuck

Faded up, look like I’m smoking a log (Smoking, yeah)

Choking in front

I walk in the venue and I’m throwing up money (Yeah)

Done with y’all hoes

I’m duffing ’em off like I’m flicking a blunt (Yeah)

 

[Pre-Chorus]

Stone hard, Knievel (Flex it)

Rat hoes, policing (Flex)

On fire, a phoenix (Yeah yeah yeah)

True shit, bulimic (Ayy)

[Chorus]

Franklins, Aretha (Rest up)

Two seat, at least (Gone)

Ice on anemic (Froze)

You ain’t eating, bulimic

Rollie on, ain’t got no time for a bitch (Who?)

Gotta remind me a bitch (Big Dreez)

Dripping on fan in this shit

If I want it, he gon’ buy me this shit (Spin this shit)

Franklins, Aretha

Two seat, at least (Skrrt)

Ice on anemic

You ain’t eating, bulimic

Gotta remind me a bitch (Big Dreez)

Tripping on fan in this shit

If I want it, he gon’ buy me this shit (Spin this shit)




No Love Lyrics

[Intro: Dreezy & Derez De’Shon]

What you want from me?

Gave you everything

Put my feelings in the bag

He gets no love, no love, no love

No love, no love

You gets no love from me

No love, no love

No love

(We got London On Da Track)

You get no love

[Verse 1: Dreezy]

All my niggas ’round me on top now, but we came up from the bottom

Ain’t never gotta come ask for it, I already know that I got ’em

Bitch flaked, I remained solid, turned a quarter to a dollar

Dreez sip baby bottles like it’s hollow

Bitches dissin’, I got sis’ whole body lit, but I gotta go a little harder

I count it up for a minute

Soon as bitches thinkin’ they got it, I’m gassing the pedal

I done fell in love with a nigga, in love with a bitch, which I wasn’t on shit when I met ’em (Crazy)

Remember the day they took in my homie, I hit up her pops, ain’t know what to tell him (Damn)

And we killers and felons

Say you got water, gon’ aim at your melon

Been a minute since commitment, it’s hard to trust, yeah

We got dirt on each other, we from the mud, yeah

I tried my niggas like my blood, yeah, real bitches goin’ up

Real niggas on go, ain’t no goin’ back broke

[Chorus: Dreezy & Derez De’Shon]

What you want from me?

I gave you everything I had and it took my soul from me

I put my feelings in the bag, he gets no love from me

No love, no love

Yeah, you gets no love from me

What you want from me?


I gave you everything I had and it took my soul from me


I put my feelings in the bag, you get no love from me


You get no love from me

[Verse 2: Derez De’shon]

They say more money more problems, I swear I got ’em

Lookin’ at all these empty bottles, I got a problem

And I keep poppin’ these pills, yeah, I’m the pill popper

And I keep gettin’ into it with my bitch and fallin’ out with my partners

Just got a text from my mama

She said her pipes done froze and bust, she need to borrow a few dollars (Uh)

I’ve been on the road so much I swear I ain’t seen my son or daughter

I stay in and out of the MoneyGram

I spent a lot on the JPay

They done put my partners under the jail

I’m tryna to make sure that they straight

Pop the Perc’ like I got two fates

Would swear you actin’ niggas too fake

Let my partner stay with me for two days and he stole from me

Niggas so funny

They say they down until you’re down, then you a nobody

Derez De’Shon

[Chorus: Dreezy & Derez De’Shon]

What you want from me?

I gave you everything I had and it took my soul from me

I put my feelings in the bag, he gets no love from me

No love, no love

Yeah, you gets no love from me

What you want from me?


I gave you everything I had and it took my soul from me


I put my feelings in the bag, you get no love from me


No love, 
no love, no love


You get no love from me

[Post-Chorus: Dreezy & Derez De’Shon]

No love, no love, no love, no love
You get no love from me

No love, no love, no love, no love
You get no love from me

[Outro: Dreezy]

Yeah, yeah

Everything I had

Feelings in the bag

No love




Where Them $ @ Lyrics

[Intro]

Where the money?

Dance like a strip-
Dance like a stripper

Yeah, they talkin’ ’bout we ain’t got them muthafuckin bags boys

While we drippin’ and draped up


Ya understand me?

(I’ll run and get my bitch some money)

[Chorus]

Where them dollars at? (Dollars)

Where them ballers at? (Ballers)

Where them callers at? (Callers)

Yeah, yeah

Fuck a dollar bill (Fuck it)

Where them hundreds at? (Hundreds)

Blow it like a fan (Oh, oh, oh)

Yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Where them dollars at? (Whoa)

Where them ballers at? (Whoa)

Where them callers at? (Whoa)

Yeah, yeah

Fuck a dollar bill (Oh)

Where them hundreds at? (Oh)

Blow it like a fan (Oh)

 

[Bridge]

Dance- Dance like a stripper, dance like a stripper

Keep ya hands off if you ain’t tippin’ (Hold back)

Please don’t touch if you ain’t tippin’

Keep ya hands off if you ain’t tippin’

[Verse 1]

He say he love me when I’m drunk ’cause I get freaky off the liquor (Oh)

I’m rollin’ up the ‘Woods like I’m allergic to the Swishers (Yup)

A bitch was tryna hate, I saw her drive off in a pick up (Haha)

Ya nigga only see me on the weekend like I’m SZA (That’s it)

Yeah, I need my bread upfront (Slow down)

I spend a hundred like ones (Yeah)

Ain’t no broke bitch in my section (Oh)

Do ’em like Kobe, no passin’ (Oh)

Hood, but he say its sexy (Yeah)

Threw so much cash, she got up

Said, “Dreezy you a blessing” (Ain’t that a ho?)

I just keep on pourin’ liquor

And I’m VIP’n, ignoring niggas (Yeah)

All my bitches with me rollin’

Got more smoke than all them niggas (Yeah)

Doors flippin’, foreign whippin’ (Skrt-cha)

Whole life had to go and get it (Yeah)

Get you checked you tried to stunt

I got three five in my blunt (Who want smoke?)

 

[Chorus]

Where them dollars at? (Dollars)

Where them ballers at? (Ballers)

Where them callers at? (Callers)

Yeah, yeah

Fuck a dollar bill (Fuck it)

Where them hundreds at? (Hundreds)

Blow it like a fan (Oh, oh, oh)

Yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Where them dollars at? (Whoa)

Where them ballers at? (Whoa)

Where them callers at? (Whoa)

Yeah, yeah

Fuck a dollar bill (Oh)

Where them hundreds at? (Oh)

Blow it like a fan (Oh)

[Bridge]

Dance- Dance like a stripper, dance like a stripper

Keep ya hands off if you ain’t tippin’ (Hold back)

Please don’t touch if you ain’t tippin’

Keep ya hands off if you ain’t tippin’

[Verse 2]

Yeah, got a money bag (Bag)

I’ma go and get that sack and I’ma run it back (I’ma run it back)

Pull up with some bad bitches, probably brought a hundred racks

(Yeah)

Niggas try to touch, we on yo’ ass, it ain’t none of that (No sir)

Yeah, paper on me, Jansport

Pull up in a Transporter (Skrt)

Bitches, they don’t like me

‘Cause I think that I’m so damn important (Ha)

Red light, no camcorder

Put you niggas in order (Yeah)

 

Gotta peach like I’m in Atlanta, Georgia (Bet)

Outside like bubblegum

And the insides like Peppermint (Right)

Louie V with my Vetement

And my bezel lookin like two tens (Drip)

Dope girl like I’m sellin it

Send ’em off like I’m mailin it

Need Hennessey and my section lit

When I leave, countin’ up presidents

[Chorus]

Where them dollars at? (Dollars)

Where them ballers at? (Ballers)

Where them callers at? (Callers)

Yeah, yeah

Fuck a dollar bill (Fuck it)
Where them hundreds at? (Hundreds)
Blow it like a fan (Oh, oh, oh)

Yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Where them dollars at? (Whoa)

Where them ballers at? (Whoa)

Where them callers at? (Whoa)

Yeah, yeah

Fuck a dollar bill (Oh)

Where them hundreds at? (Oh)

Blow it like a fan (Oh)

[Bridge]

Dance- Dance like a stripper, dance like a stripper

Keep ya hands off if you ain’t tippin’ (Hold back)

Please don’t touch if you ain’t tippin’

Keep ya hands off if you ain’t tippin’

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