Ty Dolla $ign and Post Malone share “Spicy” video

Ty Dolla $ign and Post Malone share “Spicy” video
The single appears on Ty’s recent project Featuring Ty Dolla $ign.

By Jordan Darville

November 25, 2020

It would have been strange if Ty Dolla $ign‘s excellent recent project Featuring Ty Dolla $ign hadn’t featured Post Malone, the rapper who became a pop giant thanks to the Ty-featuring hit “Psycho.” Their 2020 team-up “Spicy” for Featuring seeks to recapture the magic of their smash song, and today the track’s music video dropped. It’s a space cowboy epic, directed by James Larese, and it has everything you want in a western: bar brawls, shootouts, horses with strange operating systems, etc. Check it out above and watch Ty’s recent Tiny Desk Concert here.

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2 Chainz – Can’t Go For That Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Duval)

Easy, ready, willin’, overtime
Where does it stop? (Turn that light down for me)
Where do you dare me to draw the line?
You’ve got the body, now you want my soul
(Light that Bond No. 9 on the counter)
Don’t even think about it, say, no go, yeah
Yeah
We vibin’ now
Vibin’ now

Doin’ such a good job, I pat myself on the back
Flight confirmation, I cash through the app
Ain’t nobody robbin’ me, I answer doors with a strap
Anywhere I go, I put the Soufside on the map
Shorty said she loved me, I said I loved me back
Tried to cuss me out, I ain’t goin’ for that
Nigga said they want my plugs so they can order the packs
But I’m addicted to the trap, you know I’ll never relapse, so

I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that

I called your phone, you ain’t answer yours
I ain’t goin’ for the bull like a Matador
Text me, if I don’t reply quick, you trip
I’m Jefe, I’m highest on the list
Kick it like judo, the numero uno
Yes, I’m the highness
My house so far back in the woods that can’t nobody find us

My driveway so long that you can run out of gas
Keep askin’ me for money, you need to get off your ass

I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (Ooh)
No can do
I can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that

I beat the charge and then I bounce back
Dropped 125 and brought a ounce back
Got the cognac color on the inside
And the Forgiato’s cuffin with the big tires
When your friend come, make sure she keep quiet
Or the next time I see her I’ll be senile
Look around like this must be a mix up
I can’t f*ck with ya if you’re gonna switch up

I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (Ooh)
No can do
I can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that

I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that

Ty Dolla $ign – Lift Me Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug]
Hit me up
Lift me up, pick me up, baby
Yeah
Off the Xanny, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body
I wanna know if you can last no longer, ha
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I’m puttin’ molly in my IV (Hm)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Tent out in Maldives, I’ll be your Hercules
I’ll fuck the shit out of you (Ooh, yeah)
You’ll tell your friends ’bout me (Ah, yeah)
You so possessive, way too jealous
Don’t bring your friends around me (Me)
I had some famous girls, some models, and somе regular hoes (Regular hoеs)
I tell my bitch about ’em, think it’s probably best that she knows (Best that she knows)
I bought a Richard Mille, it’s a Bubba Watson luxury
Drop my new shit, now all these bitches wanna fuck with me (Me)
Another new one in my collection (Collection)
Nothin’ but bad bitches up in my section (My section)
Nothin’ but princess cuts and baguettes (Baguettes)
No commercial, wheels up on the jet
[Chorus: Young Thug, Young Thug & Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body
I wanna know if you can last no longer
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I’m puttin’ molly in my IV (Hm)

[Verse 2: Future]
Private show viewin’ on the runway
Twelve-inch heels, Roberto Cavalli
Eight zips of codeine in a Hi-C
Throwin’ private parties at the penthouse at the Marquee
Bora Bora villa, yeah
Lil’ Kim, Hard Core, dead pres’
You got more Chanel bags than your birthday
Molly and power make you a mermaid
Swimmin’ in Franklins, swimmin’ in Benji
You get your backstroke in Stella McCartney
My gangbangin’ friends gon’ be the ones to protect you
You been turnin’ up ever since that nigga left you
Oh, baby, nasty, all nine karats
Ghost like Casper, doors open backwards
Oh, you a ballerina, tippin’ on marble
Oh, you got paper for your diamonds, oh, and they sparkle
Donald Trump a wrist flick, I’m a misfit, but I’ma keep you in some new shit
Five languages, girl, name it, I buy the shelf out of Ruth Chris
Spaceship got you woozy, every day you wake up is a movie
Every day you gotta prove it, you goin’ to sleep in jacuzzi
[Chorus: Young Thug, Ty Dolla $ign, Young Thug & Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me (Carry me)
Oh, baby, let me down (Let me down), oh, baby, tragedy (Tragedy)
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body (Oh)
I wanna know if you can last no longer (Ooh, yeah)
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I’m puttin’ molly in my IV (Hm)

Ty Dolla $ign – Double R Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, yeah
(Damn, James)
(Off to Neverland)
Ooh-yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
I was deep, I was deep in it
She see the stars, she see the stars in
I got a freak, I got a freak, yeah
I had to park, had to park my shit
Say that man a broke boy, I’m the opposite
Staring in the mirror, she a narcissist
I got hitters with me, they like popping shit
I got red bottoms with the ostrich
Getting toppy in the Dawn
I’m on my boss shit, told that ho don’t gossip
Maybach getting top in the Dawn
Yeah, I’m on my boss shit, told that bitch don’t gossip, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I was laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah
She said she want a rockstar, yeah
She wanna be a popstar, yeah
Folded in the double R, yeah
Rich sex in the double R
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Do the dash in the Lamb’, got her busting on my seats
Get my pants out the mail, I don’t usually wear a crease
Caught a case, I got my gun still, I got a high speed
You won’t catch a nigga broke if he standing by me
I done fucked majority of the models off of IG
And I need some Percocets, yes, just like caffeine
I done took a fuckin’ jet, I ain’t bring an ID
She ain’t fuck-you-when-she-met-you type, she can’t come ’round me
Prada shoes ’cause she proud of me
Lot of blues like I’m bangin’ C
Blow my phone up getting head, I let it ring
Baguettey daddy, baguettey the wedding ring
Gotta go and chase a check, bitch, that is my job
I be laughing to the bank, all blues, haha
Give you head (Nah-nah), give you bread (Nah, nah)
See, I don’t do that in my car

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah
She said she want a rockstar, yeah
She wanna be a popstar, yeah
Folded in the double R, yeah
Rich sex in the double R

Ty Dolla $ign – Nothing Like Your Exes Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh, oh

[Chorus]
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Exes), nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain’t tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin’ like your exes, nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)

[Verse 1]
See that you pull up alone (Up alone)
All in the club with no panties on (Panties on)
You ain’t gotta check your phone
He don’t know what he got at home
We both know that he a clown
Tell by how you walking’ that he don’t dick you down
Don’t you hear my talkin’, baby?
Love me now, I go crazy

[Pre-Chorus]
I can put you in your dream house (House), stylin’ (Stylin’, ooh, yeah)
Now you say he ain’t your boyfriend, you just vibin’
I can put you in an AP, keep you in a CC (Keep you in a CC)
Flowers on your necklace (Ooh, yeah), in Waikiki
Girl, I ain’t nothin’
[Chorus]
Nothin’ like your exes (Exes), nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain’t tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin’ like your exes, nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)

[Verse 2]
Tell ’em you ain’t get the message
Say you in the hills and there ain’t no reception
Funny how you got him stressin’
IG post got the nigga pressured
Usually I don’t save these hoes
But tonight I’m a hero
Hit it ’til you dozin’ off
Got you wakin’ up

[Pre-Chorus]
In the big ass dream house (House), stylin’ (Stylin’, ooh, yeah)
Now you say he ain’t your boyfriend, you just vibin’
I can put you in an AP, keep you in a CC (Keep you in a CC)
Flowers on your necklace (Ooh, yeah), in Waikiki
Girl, I ain’t nothin’

[Chorus]
Nothin’ like your exes (Exes), nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain’t tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin’ like your exes, nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, yeah)
[Outro]
Nothin’ like your—, nothin’ like your exes, ooh-oh
He ain’t tell you that you sexy, lock it down-lock it down
Nothin’ like your—, nothin’ like your exes
He ain’t tell you that you sexy

Ty Dolla $ign shares new song “Spicy” featuring Post Malone

Ty Dolla $ign shares new song “Spicy” featuring Post Malone
The latest single from Ty’s upcoming album Featuring Ty Dolla $ign.

By Jordan Darville

October 21, 2020

(L) photo by Pegah Farahmand Mobarekeh (R) by SUZANNE CORDEIRO/AFP via Getty Images

 

Ty Dolla $ign helped Post Malone become a superstar thanks to a featured verse on the global smash “Psycho.” So it’s only right that Post is returning the favor on “Spicy,” a new song from Ty’s upcoming album Featuring Ty Dolla $ign, which is out this Friday.

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On Apple Music, Ty Dolla $ign discussed the trials and tribulations of getting Post Malone to send you his verse:

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Listen to “Spicy” below. “Spicy” joins the previous Featuring Ty Dolla $ign singles “Ego Death” featuring Kanye West, FKA twigs, and Skrillex, “Expensive” featuring Nicki Minaj, and “By Yourself” with Jhené Aiko and Mustard.

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“I was just like, ‘Yo, we need Post on this one. This is the one.’ So, I called him and he took a f-king hell of a long time to send it back. But, I got it back. Shout out, Post. I was kind of impatient just because we started on this song, me and him, definitely sometime last year. And I’m like, ‘Yo, finish your f-king verse.'”

Ty Dolla $ign is releasing a solo album called Featuring Ty Dolla $ign

Ty Dolla $ign is releasing a solo album called Featuring Ty Dolla $ign
The hilariously-titled new album is out October 23, with the single “By Yourself” featuring Jhené Aiko and Mustard dropping this Friday.

By Jordan Darville

October 14, 2020

Ty Dolla $ign by Nabil

 

Ty Dolla $ign is best known for elevating songs like Post Malone’s “Psycho” and Megan thee Stallion and Nicki Minaj’s “Hot Girl Summer” into chart-topping hits. He’s just as powerful if less commercially successful as a solo artist, something he acknowledged in his FADER interview back in 2018: “I don’t need to, like, jump right to the top and be one of them dudes that next year you don’t hear em,” he said.

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Today, Ty Dolla $ign has announced his latest solo record, the follow-up to the excellent Beach House 3, and its title is one for the books: Featuring Ty Dolla $ign. It’s out on October 23, and its first single, “By Yourself” featuring Jhené Aiko and Mustard, can be heard this Friday.

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“Many people have said that when you see a song that says, ‘featuring Ty Dolla $ign,’ you know it’s gonna be fire,” Ty said in a press release. “As humbled as I am when I hear that, I can’t say I disagree.

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“My approach to music has always been about frequencies, emotions and energy. When I collaborate, whether it’s for my project or someone else’s, it’s always about marrying frequencies. When I create a project and have artists featured on my songs, I don’t pick who the hottest artist is or what’s going to get the most streams, I choose which artist’s frequency is going to work best on the song. I use featured artists with the same precision that I would use any instrument.”

Below, check out the Featuring Ty Dolla $ign artwork.

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Mistah F.a.b. – Another B*tch Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
Another bitch
Dolla $ign

[Pre-Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
I got me a bad bitch, yeah
She don’t deserve a nigga
She finer than a motherf*cker, mane …
She be gettin’ on my nerve, nigga
I told her be cool, she act like she ain’t heard a nigga
What you tryna be cruel?
Damn, what you wanna hurt a nigga?

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch
Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Pump rock, pump rock on that other shit
Blow pop, lollipop on that sucka shit
You a bop, you a bop gon’ and suck a dick
I gain a hoe, then lose a hoe, then go get me another bitch
I slide through the function, all the hoes choose me
I leave up out the function with about a two-piece
I can pull up something wishin’, I can pull up in a loopty
And I still get that coochie from them groupies, they use me
They love a nigga, hug a nigga
Run up and they rub a nigga
Tell me that they miss me and they always thinkin’ bout the nigga
Give me kisses, give me kisses
I’ve been a fly guy, so I’ve always had bitched
But now I’m gettin’ money, yeah I’m stackin’ up my riches
And I keep a couple bands in my britches
And I don’t f*ck with you niggas, don’t f*ck with you bitches
And I’m done f*cking with punk bitches

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch

Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch, yeah
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch
Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
I’m different, I’m different
Two chains on, yeah bitch, I’m acting pimpin’ (Pimpin’)
Hate it for a hoe bitch that didn’t listen
Since you didn’t’ listen, now hoe, we business
Get up out my business
Hey, what is this?
Don’t tell me how to do something if you ain’t did shit
Pretty hoes got the most issues
Garmin, why you all outta, you bitch you
f*ck, shit, damn, I know you wish that I miss you
No, I don’t, I’m not f*cking with you
Tap out, tap out, yep I quit you
Sharp nigga, not a mark nigga
Icebox, where was the heart, nigga?
Tryna play me, hoe, you crazy
Gone out with my brother, then had his baby

[Pre-Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
I got me a bad bitch, yeah
She don’t deserve a nigga
She finer than a motherf*cker, mane …
She be gettin’ on my nerve, nigga
I told her be cool, she act like she ain’t heard a nigga
What you tryna be cruel?
Damn, what you wanna hurt a nigga?

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch
Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch

[Outro: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch in my life
Dolla $ign
I need me another bitch, another bitch in my life
f*ck you, you punk ass bitch

Netflix announces Song Exploder series featuring Alicia Keys, Ty Dolla $ign, and more

Netflix announces Song Exploder series featuring Alicia Keys, Ty Dolla $ign, and more
The show premieres October 2.

By Jordan Darville

September 17, 2020

Song Exploder is a popular podcast hosted by Hrishikesh Hirway that breaks down different songs piece by piece with the musicians who wrote them. On Wednesday, Netflix released a trailer for its Song Exploder TV series, which premiers on October 2. The episodes will feature interviews with artists like Ty Dolla $ign (who discusses his song “LA”), Hamilton‘s Lin-Manuel Miranda, REM’s Michael Stipe (“Losing My Religion”), and Alicia Keys (“3 Hour Drive,” her new song with Sampha).

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Check out the trailer above. Netflix’s Song Exploder is executive produced by Hrishikesh Hirway and Morgan Neville, the director behind the Oscar-winning documentary 20 Feet From Stardom and 2018’s Mr. Rogers doc Won’t You Be My Neighbour?.

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SZA returns with “Hit Different” feat. Ty Dolla $ign, produced by The Neptunes

SZA returns with “Hit Different” feat. Ty Dolla $ign, produced by The Neptunes
After three years, SZA is back with the first taste of her follow-up to Ctrl.

By Shaad D'Souza

September 04, 2020

After what feels like eons, SZA has returned with “Hit Different,” her first taste of new solo music since the release of her cultishly beloved debut album Ctrl back in 2017. A collaboration with Ty Dolla $ign, “Hit Different” was produced by The Neptunes, aka Pharrell Williams and Chad Hugo, and arrives alongside a gorgeous video directed by SZA herself. Watch “Hit Different” above.

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Although Ctrl was released in 2017, SZA has kept busy, collaborating with fellow TDE star Kendrick Lamar on the Black Panther theme song “All The Stars,” DJ Khaled on “Just Us,” Post Malone on “Staring At The Sun,” Cardi B on “I Do,” and Justin Timberlake on “The Other Side,” from Trolls World Tour. It’s been a rocky journey to new solo music from SZA: late last month, she tweeted that Punch, the president of her label Top Dawg Entertainment, was holding the album up. “At this point y’all gotta ask punch,” she wrote, “I’ve done all I can do.” She also described her relationship with Punch as “hostile.” SZA’s working relationship with Punch has been notoriously dicey over the years, with the musician attempting to resign from TDE prior to the release of Ctrl.

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Tish Hyman – What It Feels Like Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & DeJ Loaf)

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 1: Tish Hyman]
I’m from New York City so you know you better come, right
Tourin’ overseas, no sleep ’til sunrise
If that was your girl, then she wasn’t last night
Don’t be mad at me, nigga, that’s your life
Said she love my jewels, wanna know what it feel like
You got too many rules and she lookin’ for the free life
Drop top Rolls, she tryna catch a breeze like
She know I got the gold, she tryna catch a breeze like

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
She know what it feels like
She know Dolla lay the pipe (aw yeah)
Baby got a past (so what?)
She got miles on that ass
Shawty been in mansions
Shawty been in foreigns
I just follow shawty
She told me you’re borin’
Hotel, hotel suite (hotel, hotel, hotel)
I’ma do the Louis supreme
Shoppin’ ’til we fall out (fall out)
We just f**k after we fall out, ooh yeah

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 3: DeJ Loaf]
Chanel bags, Givenchy
The back of the woods, watch you lean on me
Your nigga be purp’ed out
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout I no weed
I been with the same OG’s
Bust down, twin Rollies
Bust ya down, try to rob me
Whoa
Passport, get you stamped
Have you ever flown on a jet?
Baby, let me take you there
Pick a place, we go there
Eeny meeny minie moe
We spend it all ’cause there’s plenty more

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

Tish Hyman – Dreams Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous)

[Verse 1: Tish Hyman]
You say you love me, but you lyin’ and I don’t believe it
I said I don’t want a relationship, and that’s how I treat it
You gettin’ mad cause I don’t call you back
I be busy, on my grind, tryna get these stacks, I
Could never be feelin’ you that much, to give all this up
My money and my pocket is the only one I trust
What do you think? I’m tryna get this bank
I don’t got no time for no mothaf**kin’ games, I

[Pre-Chorus: Tish Hyman]
Love you, love you
Want my heart I
Love you, love you
Want my love, I
Love you, love you
Want my all
But I’m runnin’ down this, runnin’ down this road, I
Love you, love you
Want me there, I
Love you
Think that I don’t care, I
Love you, love you
Want my all
But I’m runnin’ down this, runnin’ down this road

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
With that same old dream
I’m on a mission with that same old dream
I’m out to get it with that same old dream
I’m gon’ be winnin’ with that same old dream

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been dreamin’ ’bout it, thinkin’ ’bout it all day
My mama told me music is a hobby
My ex-girlfriend gave up on me, I never gave up
I kept smokin’ weed every day, then I came up
Hundred to a Chevy, Chevy to a Bimmer
Bimmer to a Porsche, she ain’t mine, she yours
I just want the toppy, you can have her back now
I’m just spendin’ racks now, I’m just blowin’ cash now

[Chorus: Tish Hyman + Ty Dolla $ign]
Love you, love you
Want my heart I
Love you, love you
Want my love, I
Love you, love you
Want my all
But I’m runnin’ down this, runnin’ down this road, I
Love you, love you
Want me there, I
Love you
Think that I don’t care
Love you, love you
Want my all
But I’m runnin’ down this, runnin’ down this road

[Chorus: Tish Hyman +Ty Dolla $ign]
With that same old dream
I’m on a mission with that same old dream
I’m out to get it with that same old dream
I’m gon’ be winnin’ with that same old dream
Tishy, baby, tell ’em what we dreamin’, huh

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Dream so big, can’t get no sleep
Stack money machine, when it hit those beeps
Sounds shallow, but the shit’s so deep
It’s lonely at the top, don’t forget your peeps
Yeah, cause I ain’t rich if he ain’t rich
And she ain’t rich, then we ain’t rich
I hit the road and she ain’t bitch
Over ten in the game and he ain’t switch
I’m havin’ dreams about gettin’ this money
Havin’ nightmares of them gettin’ it from me
Wakin’ up to it, it’s time to go do it
It must be new hundreds if they say I blew it, let’s get it

The only one that I’m searchin’ for is one million
And after that I’m gon’ be searchin’ for two million
I want a threesome with the money (ding)
And I ain’t playin’, this ain’t funny

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
Cause I’m on a mission with that same old dream
I’m out to get it with that same old dream
I’m gon’ be winnin’ with that same old dream
With that same old dream
I’m on a mission with that same old dream
I’m out to get it with that same old dream
I’m gon’ be winnin’ with that same old dream

Mustard – Surface Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Ella Mai)

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: Ella Mai]
Chances, take them, don’t make me the one that got away
Promises, don’t break them, baby, two can play that game
I need to show you some’, show you some’, boy
So I can get to know you, get to know you, boy
So let me show you some’, show you some’, boy
I wanna get to know you

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
I know you got others callin’ your phone whenever you’re alone
But if it’s really me you want, you gotta cut ’em off

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
If you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface
I know you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface
Yeah I’ma have you, runnin’ around, losin’ your mind, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
To get below, below, below, below the surface

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Truth is, right now
You the only one I want, bae, I’m focused (Woah)
Emotions, flowin’ (Flow), girl, you make it so hard to control it
Don’t matter day and night, I swear you’re always on my mind
You said it’s mine, never be nobody else’s
And keep them bitches out my face, you so selfish

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
I know you got others callin’ your phone whenever you’re alone
But if it’s really me you want, you gotta cut ’em off

[Chorus: Ella Mai & Ty Dolla $ign]
If you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface (Surface)
I know you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface (Girl, you got me)
Runnin’ around, losin’ your mind, ooh yeah, ooh yeah (Ooh yeah)
To get below, below, below, below the surface (Get below)

[Verse 3: Ella Mai]
If you really wanna get my presents unwrapped
No sugarcoat, can’t be low, I need all facts
‘Cause baby, you gotta know where my head’s at
Oh, before I show you where my bed’s at, oh
Try, try, try, try, try
Don’t want no lie, lie, lie, lie, lies
Put in the time, time, time, time, time
‘Fore I X you out for crossin’ the line, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
I know you got others callin’ your phone whenever you’re alone
But if it’s really me you want, you gotta cut ’em off

[Chorus: Ella Mai & Ty Dolla $ign]
If you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface
I know you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface
Yeah I’ma have you, runnin’ around, losin’ your mind, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
To get below, below, below, below the surface
If you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface (Surface)
I know you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface (Girl, you got me)
Runnin’ around, losin’ your mind, ooh yeah, ooh yeah (Ooh yeah)
To get below, below, below, below the surface (Get below)

Ty Dolla $ign – Hottest in the City Lyrics

Play this song

[Part I]

[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin’ mane
(Yeah, oh no, oh my)
(Ohh)
Yeah, mane, Ty what’s good mane?
Onsight mane, when I see that bitch I’ma…

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Beat the pussy like I’m Joe Jackson (Yeah, ho)
Lick that pussy, stick that pussy, that’s the total package (Yeah, ho)
Pretty brown skin geeked, late for all her classes
‘Cause we wasted half a hour gettin’ head in traffic (Yeah, ho)
Made it rain on her, now that pussy extra splashin’ (Yeah, ho)
In that thang soakin’ wet, I forgot my jacket (Yeah, ho)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
720S Mclaren, my shit go the fastest (Woo)
Got a stain on my shirt from these Cookie ashes (Yeah, ho)
New Versace denim, bust ’em with the cherry ashes (Yeah, ho)
All she want is new Chanel and Celine glasses (Yeah, ho)
Anything she want, anything she want (I’m buyin’ it)
She want sushi, we fly out to Tokyo for lunch (For lunch?)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
Who the hottest in the city? (Now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Hottest, now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah)
Who the hottest in the city? (H-H-H-Hottest, yeah, ho)
Ain’t no nigga in this bitch did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Ain’t no nigga in this bitch did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah, ho)
Who the hottest in the city? (H-H-H-Hottest, yeah, ho)

[Part II]

[Intro: Project Pat]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
SOSer, ain’t no panties under that dressa (Mmhmm)
Nipple rings pokin’ through the shirt, tats on her neck-a
Ass fat like a Mack truck, ready for a wrecka (Ayy)
Rich nigga dick betta, come with a checka

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
I might have to flex her, bust a Rollie on a bitch
Promised her a Tesla if she swallow all the kids
Hands on the dresser, she might let my dogs hit it
That pussy stay wetta when it’s on a raw dick

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Called her ass lit, at the club on that peach Crown (Mmm)
Been a minute boo, ooh that pussy need a beat down (Mmm)
Ritz-Carlton hotel, them sheets need a skeet down (Skeet, skeet)
Ass wide, I got the gun, I had to hold the skreet down

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, for real (Ooh)
Yeah she gon’ hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, for real
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho)
What you lookin’ at? (Yeah, ho, what you lookin’ at?)
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho), I had fun with that (Woo)
Onsight, onsight she know I need that (Bounce that)
Onsight, onsight, like where the weed at? (Yeah, ho)
Onsight, onsight, I cop it off the lot (Yeah, ho)
Screaming “Free 03” til’ they let him out (Yeah, ho)

Kanye West – Butterfly Energy (Song 4) lyrics

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih)

[NOT FULL]

[Chorus]
I don’t feel that she’s mine enough
God, I feel I couldn’t have it [?]
Butterfly in my wrist
You make me run out of my skin
And I don’t feel like
And I know you and mhmm

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
They say, [?], you on, I said “how, Sway?”
I said slavery a choice, they say “how, Ye?”
Just imagine if they caught me on a wild day
Now I’m on fifty blogs gettin’ fifty calls
My wife callin’, screamin’, said we ’bout to lose it all
Had to calm her down ’cause she couldn’t breath
Told her she could leave me now but she wouldn’t leave

And that sundress, ooh, ooh

And I know you and mhmm

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Oh, don’t bring that up, that’s gon’ get me sentimental
You know I’m sensitive, I got a gentle mental
Every time something happened, they want me sentimental
We got an incident but I cover incidentals
You want me working on my messaging
When I’m thinkin like George Jesson but sounding like George Jefferson
Then they questioning my methods then
If you tweakin’ out my texts again then I don’t get reception here
I got the mind state to take us past the stratosphere
I use the same attitude that done got us here
I live for now, I don’t know what happen after here
I live for now, I don’t know what happen after here
Plus, what was meant to be was meant to be
Even publicly I lack the empathy
I ain’t finna talk about it [?] for centuries
One add one is two but me and you, that’s infinity

[Chorus]
I don’t feel that she’s mine enough
God, I feel I couldn’t have it [?]
Butterfly in my wrist
You make me run out of my skin
And I don’t feel like
Man, I know you and [?]

[Outro: Kanye West]
For any guy that ever fucked up
Ever embarassed they girl
Ever embarassed they wife
She told you not to do that shit
She told you yous gon’ fuck the money up
But you didn’t wanna listen, did you?
Now you testing the lords
This what they mean when they say
“For better of for worse”, huh?
For every damn female that stuck with what they do
Through the best times, through the worst times
This for you

Zara Larsson – So Good lyrics

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Zara Larsson]
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

[Verse 1: Zara Larsson]
My love is more potent
Than anything in the cup that you’re holdin’
One little taste will have you open
Aye, I know you want some, you want some
Too strong, no limits
It’s not official, so take your time with it
It go straight to your head, control your mind with it
Aye, I know you want some, you want some

[Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You know I’m the only one that gets you higher
Gets you higher, babe
And you ain’t gotta worry ’cause you know I got it
Know I got it, babe

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You be stuck on it ’cause my love so good
So you keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelin’s, all emotional
My love, my love
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is…

[Verse 2: Zara Larsson]
My love ain’t runnin’ out
Got a endless supply, there’ll never be a drought
I put you to sleep, you’ll never leave the house
Aye, I know you want, know you want some

[Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You know I’m the only one that gets you higher
Gets you higher, babe (high, babe)
And you ain’t gotta worry ’cause you know I got it
Know I got it, babe (you be)

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You be stuck on it ’cause my love so good
So you keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelin’s, all emotional
My love, my love
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
(Dolla, Dolla $ign)
Yeah, girl, your love so good, girl
Got me comin’ back for seconds, what’s good, girl?
Got me clearin’ out my schedule, tryna link up
Girl, you know you ’bout to get that thang beat up
When I pull up, you know what I came for
Dolla lay the pipe, keep some dope D for you
Put your body straight to sleep
I got you wakin’ up thankin’ me

[Chorus: Zara Larsson & Ty Dolla $ign]
You be stuck on it ’cause my love so good
You got me stuck on that, your love so good
So you keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelin’s, all emotional (Oooh, yeah)
My love, my love (My love)
So good, so good, so good, so good (So good)
You know my love is (Yeah)
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

Zaytoven – What You Think lyrics

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih & OJ da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fall with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

Ty Dolla $ign – Stare (feat. Pharrell Williams & Wiz Khalifa) lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your hoe
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
911, I bust ’em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin’
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin’ a deal, uh
Just got through poppin’ the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that’s somethin’ I can give
Dolla don’t want no mo’ kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don’t want no mo’ friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act’ in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin’ and shit

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your hoe
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin’, you creamin’
‘Cause Dolla hittin’ it, gettin’ it
Get ya outta here, he hittin’ it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that’s all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that’s Off-White
Guess the supermodels only fuck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act’ right
If I fuck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I’m not them, I’m that guy
Spaceships, I’m that high
Superfly, I’m that fly
So, understand why…pshh

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
Keep goin’ through your phone
Keep stackin’ up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin’, let the money grow
Kush smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
‘Bout the hoes, we don’t bite niggas
All the shit that I been through, I can’t even explain
Smokin’ O’s to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can’t carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain’t stayin’ at the Marriott
Presidential, that’s my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin’ weed soon as your man get up
She with me ’cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can’t say that I blame her (uh)
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper (yeah)
I’m coppin’ a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I’m takin’ them pics with my haters (wow)
Don’t need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don’t think I’m sweet ’cause I’m famous (no)
My niggas cockin’ and aimin’ (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

Ty Dolla $ign – Drugs (feat. Wiz Khalifa) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh yeah
Right now sounds

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
You know we pop champagne and Rosé
Spilled that shit all on my Balmain
Yeah, jump in with the campaign, yeah
Popping Xans on aeroplanes
We all cruise through, we got red leather
Whip that wrist on your bitch and make her head better
She been having too much fun, she a bad weather
Save me with that [?] and look back at it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
I don’t need no plug, I don’t need no plug
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
(Young Khalifa, man)
Walkin’ straight into the club, been here with all of my thugs
I said I’m rollin’ up drugs, told her it is what it is and it was what it was
She leave with me just because, say she in need of some love
And if Khalifa the one, hit her so good that she don’t wanna leave in the mornin’
Got your own girl, yeah, I know you grown
You came here alone ’cause you don’t get along with your home girl
Diamonds, they all on me dancin’, I’m like just what is the chance
To pick you up sometime and show you that I am the man
I really don’t care for them bands, I’m spendin’ them, baby girl

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah (that’s kinda hard, bro)
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs (yeah, aw, c’mon Khalifa)
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
Hit you with that 23, roll a brown when you’re on your back
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Yeah, yeah, got my own
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Yeah, yeah, got my own
I don’t need no plug, I don’t need no plug
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs, yeah

Ty Dolla $ign – So Am I (feat. Damian Marley & Skrillex) lyrics

[Intro: Damian Marley]
I don’t know if this sh all for you

[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
Girl, you’re looking for somebody
Somebody you can call on
Call on when you need it done right
If you’re looking for a real one

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
So am I (yeah)
So am I
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ll make this sh all for you

[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, you’re looking for somebody
Somebody you can call on
Call on when you need it done right
If you’re looking for a real one

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Said you wasn’t comin’ over, but you happy that you came, yeah Said you wasn’t gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
(Put it on her tongue, yeah)
Didn’t think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah
And you was just about to leave, ain’t you’re glad that you stayed, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Damian Marley]
And if you’re searching for the truth, but you’re so smart that you obvious know a lie
Baby, so am I
You’re sick and tired of a lover who do wrong, even though they know the right
Baby, so am I
And if you’re searching for somebody who is willing to stay more than overnight
Baby, so am I
And if you needing some support, instead of someone coming home to pick a fight
Baby, so am I

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
So am I
(Yeah, owee)
So am I
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Said you wasn’t comin’ over, but you’re happy that you came, yeah Said you wasn’t gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
Didn’t think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah
And you was just about to leave, ain’t you’re glad that you stayed, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So am I

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Roots, roots
Too real to the roots
Roots, roots, roots
Too real to the roots

Ty Dolla $ign – Lil Favorite (feat. MadeinTYO) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Skrrt, skrrt, yeah
Sound, sound, sound

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’ with you on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, I can’t trust no one so I be on my lonely
She say I fuck around, that’s why she keep ignorin’ me
You tyin’ up my line, but baby, that’s the old me
I’m dealin’ with a lot, this liquor keep on pouring
I beat a case, they tried to make me do the whole thing
So when you say you love me, girl, you gotta show me

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’m done with chasin’ love, I’m fuckin’ with you only
I’m tryna make it, so I don’t end up your homie

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’ with you on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, said I fuck around, I swear that’s what she told me
All she wanna do is lay up and on me
Got a bag, then we blew it all together
Got a bag, then we ran up that Margiela
Put lil’ shawty in a pearl and diamond necklace
Got a Porsche and I dri-ive reckless (skrrt)

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’m done with chasin’ love, I’m fuckin’ with you only
I’m tryna make it so I’m down and up your homie

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’, wishin’ on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 3: MadeinTYO]
Ooh, Louis on her belt, never leave her by herself
Ooh, diamonds too damn cold, they’ll never melt (bling blaow)
Playin’ Speaker Knockerz on my lonely (skrrt skrrt)
She my lil’ favorite, that’s my homie (yuh)
Bands in my pocket, yeah you know I got it (yuh)
That’s my lil’ favorite bih, don’t stop it (ooh)
She be rockin’ Prada with Balenciaga (sauce)
Pull up in that foreign playin’ Lady Gaga (skrrt skrrt)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’ with you on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt

Ty Dolla $ign – In Your Phone (feat. Lauren Jauregui) lyrics

[Intro]
Hahaha
Dun De-e-e-e-al

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong (wrong)
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)
You always in your phone (oh)
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tell me what you’re waiting for
You wanna jump in the ‘Rari
Show me your passport
I can be out in your past calls
You be all on my nerves
But your love is the best
But you already do more
But I want you to say less
Chic-chic boom, too many problems
You been doomed, too many wild thoughts
Yeah, sometimes you a challenge
I wanna even the score
I want madness

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Lauren Jauregui]
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong (do me wrong)

[Verse 2: Lauren Jauregui]
Tick tick on you, too many others
When I’m in the room, I feel the eyes on me
Got some nerve saying I’m the challenge
But I know, I know that you know, I’ve been damaged
You be honest, your love is the best
But I get so in my head when you keep shit to yourself
Why you always in your phone? Can’t you talk to me?
‘Cause I know that you need it more then I’m out this crib, I can’t ignore

[Chorus: Lauren Jauregui + Ty Dolla $ign]
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong

Ty Dolla $ign – Don’t Sleep On Me (feat. Future & 24hrs) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleepin’ on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleepin’ on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleepin’ on me
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Stop sleeping on (Stop sleepin’ on me)
Stop sleeping on
Stop sleep on me (Ooh-yeah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Please don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t sleep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Got my piece on me (Got my piece)
Cause you know I’m crazy (You know I’m crazy)
Crazy over you
Out my mind, ain’t no tellin’ what I’ll do
Girl, we both made that promise, I ain’t switchin’ up
Stay solid even when I got my money up
I remember when you fucked me in the Beamer truck
I was running out of gas, only had two bucks
Always came up on the wheels, never on the bus
Always did our own shit, fuck what everybody does
We was geekin’ off a molly at the festival
Now I’m in a booty club, throwing all the ones

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t cheat)
Don’t let me find out (No, no, no, no no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
You can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermés all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 2: Future]
I just went out with some ooh, ooh
She hit me up with some ooh juice
Champagne at the photoshoot
Celebrating, no curfew
Straight shots, never curve you
G63 when you swerve through
Droppin’ points on you, ma
Grateful tatted on my arm
Jealous bitches be despised
What the fuck they from?
Who hide them?
Fuck the nigga, check the iTunes
Turned they goons all to my goons
No sleep gang
I’ll drop you off where I found you
Only pain we recognize is pills (pills)
Xans, xans got you dozin’ off
Manolos, Hublots, got you showing off
Xans, xans, got you dozin’ off
Tennis bracelet, diamond chain, got you goin’ off

[Bridge: Future]
We make love the first time we seen
We make love and not wise with the sneak
We make love the first time we seen
We make love and not wise with the sneak

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t cheat)
Don’t let me find out (No, no, no, no, no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
You can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermés all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
She play Twenty in the hills when she lonely
She said, “Twenty, do you want to fuck my homie?”
All my bitches bad, and they ain’t got no stomach
Gucci jacket cost me fifty-four hundred
Aye, Twenty, tell Dolla, I fuck with him
You work and I see you up next to him
Don’t sleep on me
That’s my only fear
She said, “Twenty, boy, this your year”

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t cheat)
Don’t let me find out (No, no, no, no, no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermés all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, you know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do
You know I’m crazy
Crazy over you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do

DJ Mustard – Why’d You Call? (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & iLoveMakkonnen) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off playing, lies you were saying
Started off laughing, then I start to believe
Said you were stayin’ but you were lying
You’re thinking bout leaving, walking out on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
You be actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off at backstage, ended up at the hotel
Started off fucking now like oh well
You said that’s my pussy, said that’s your dick
You’ve been thinking ’bout cheating, creeping on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
Now you actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you
Can you tell me why?

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?

Dice SoHo – SSP (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Desiigner) lyrics

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 1: Dice SoHo]
Ayy, walk on the court smellin’ like gelato
Bust down Rollie and I’m [?]
Ice in my face ’cause I know it’s my time
Cut the bitch off, she got outta line
New bitch ass soft as a cushion
Hoochies call me like, “We gotta keep pushin’”
They tryna get time in the feds
Shit fucked up, will chop off my head (hey)
Remember school days with Brody and Lex
I done had a couple homies that switched, I done see my pop break down a brick
I just sent the hoe to break down a trick, ayy
Now hand that’s puttin’ hand on the ground
Mama trippin’, thought it wasn’t gon’ work
My dog turn his back on me, that shit hurt
Fuck it, I ain’t trippin’, she could be worse
Hop in the drop top, while I skrrt
I been a real nigga since birth (ayy, yeah)
Ayy, Travis stopped fuckin’ with me ’cause of hoes
Fuck it, it’s a lifestyle that I chose, that’s how it goes

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
That’s how I [?] perform, uh
I like to hold the chrome, yeah
I feel like Macauley Culkin, uh
I like it home alone, uh
I’m from the hood where them niggas be trappin’ on the block
And they trappin’ at home, uh
First she had next, now break up, yeah
Face down, ass up, legs up, yeah
Face look pretty with no make up, yeah
I look good, I stay up, yeah
I count cash, no pay cut, yeah
I cook crack, I bake up, yeah
I took my service gone, uh
I got a mobile phone, uh
I’m trappin’ home alone, uh
Nigga, I got a chrome

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Bridge: Dice SoHo]
Woah, get the dough is all I know
So, yeah, ’cause they gon’ hate regardless
No love for these bitches, I’m heartless
Secure the bag, that’s a goal, goal

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

Ty Dolla $ign – Clout (feat. 21 Savage) lyrics

Hitmaka!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
“Draco hold how many?” What your friends say
Yagi makin’ moves like sensei
“Don’t nobody move,” that’s what I say
FN blow the cherry off your sundae, oooh
I’m a full time finesser, ain’t no chancin’ it
Hundred hangin’ off my neck like a chandelier
I got moves to make, I got somethin’ in the Wraith
Sellin’ candy bars, sound like me when I was eight
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Balenciaga book bag, OG gas in the pouch
Double G slippers, Prada rugs in the house
Baby girl, what you gonna do for this clout?
You gonna bust it open, put this (ooh) in your mouth (21)
Drip-drop, she gonna suck on the tip-top
Lip-locked, Trojan smile I need a big sock
Do it for the game, never for the fame
Bitch, I lie and cheat (yeah), this shit in my veins
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ten bands on my feet, hundred bands on my wrist
You ain’t ready for this shit, nooo
You ain’t ready for this clout
Ay, keep my name out your mouth
Are you stupid? Are you dumb? Are you stupid? Psh!
Watch your mouth, watch your mouth
You ain’t ready for this clout, you ain’t ready for this clout, nooo

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

Ty Dolla Sign – Pineapple lyrics

[Intro]
Cash Money AP
Hitmaka!
It’s Gucci!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yellow diamond ring on my fist like a pineapple
Shaped like a coke bottle, so I threw a dime on it
Shine on her, grind on her, I might wine and dine her
Buy the bitch designer, I’m major, they minor
Ty Dolla $ign, Beach House to the trap house
She might need a chiropractor, Imma beat her back out
Coupe, yellow watch, yellow riding round with Cinderella
Big booty thick, bezzel, Miss Lady, got her sh*t together

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pineapple rover, pineapple soda
Got a thick yellow bitch, pineapple on low
Might drive a ‘rari, yeah, I’m coming over
Might pick you up, then bend you over
Jump out the car (skrt), shop ’til you drop
I play guitar, yeah, Dolla rock
I know you got some good n*gger, from how you walk
I’mma just hit it right now, yeah, in the parking lot

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 3: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Pineapple sweet
Pineapple sweet, we geeked
Fuckin’ up racks, wanna put Chanel on her feet
Pineapple coupe with the engine (skrrt skrrt)
Pineapple souped with the Hemi
Pineapple seats, dark tinted
Pineapple roof, roof, roof (roof)
The Patek was flooded
The double cup muddy
All of a sudden
Ya’ll nigga ballin and stuntin (yeah)
That what she wanted, (oh yeah) that what she wanted (yeah)
Ain’t no opponents, ball player like the Hornets

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

Ty Dolla $ign – Pineapple (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
CashMoneyAP
Hitmaka!
It’s Gucci!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yellow diamond ring on my fist like a pineapple
Shaped like a coke bottle, so I threw a dime on it
Shine on her, grind on her, I might wine and dine her
Buy the bitch designer, I’m major, they minor
Ty Dolla $ign, Beach House to the trap house
She might need a chiropractor, Imma beat her back out
Coupe, yellow watch, yellow riding round with Cinderella
Big booty thick, bezzel, Miss Lady, got her shit together

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pineapple rover, pineapple soda
Got a thick yellow bitch, pineapple on low
Might drive a ‘rari, yeah, I’m coming over
Might pick you up, then bend you over
Jump out the car (skrt), shop ’til you drop
I play guitar, yeah, Dolla rock
I know you got some good pussy, from how you walk
I’mma just hit it right now, yeah, in the parking lot

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 3: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Pineapple sweet (yeah)
Pineapple sweet, we geeked (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ up racks (yeah), wanna put Chanel on her feet (yeah, yeah)
Pineapple coupe with the engine (skrrt skrrt)
Pineapple souped with the Hemi
Pineapple seats, dark tinted (yeah)
Pineapple roof, roof, roof (roof)
The Patek was flooded (flooded)
The double cup muddy (muddy)
All of a sudden
Ya’ll nigga ballin and stuntin (yeah)
That what she wanted, (oh yeah) that what she wanted (yeah)
Ain’t no opponents (no), ball player like the Hornets (ball)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

Zaytoven, Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih – What You Think (feat. OJ Da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fall with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?