Richard Clare "Rick" Danko (December 29, 1942 – December 10, 1999) was a Canadian musician and singer, best known as a member of The Band.
The third of four sons, Danko was born in Green's Corners, Ontario, a farming community outside of the town of Simcoe, to a musical family of Ukrainian descent.
Growing up in front of the family radio (as his future bandmates also did), he was exposed to country and R&B music at an early age. His musical heroes included Hank Williams and, later, Sam Cooke. He also drew inspiration from the music of his oldest brother, Maurice "Junior" Danko. Danko's younger brother, Terry, also became a musician. After entering the first grade in school, he performed on a 4 string tenor banjo.
Danko formed the Rick Danko Band at the age of 12 or 13, and at 14, he left school to pursue music. At 17, already a five-year music veteran, he booked himself as the opening act for Ronnie Hawkins, an American rockabilly singer whose group, The Hawks, were considered to be one of the best in Canada.[citation needed]
Janis Lyn Joplin (January 19, 1943 – October 4, 1970) was an American singer and songwriter from Port Arthur, Texas. As a youth Joplin was ridiculed by her fellow students due to her unconventional appearance and personal beliefs. She later sang about her experience at school through her song "Ego Rock". Early in her life, Joplin cultivated a rebellious and unconventional lifestyle, becoming a beatnik poet. She began her singing career as a folk and blues singer in San Francisco, playing clubs and bars with her guitar and auto-harp.
Joplin first rose to prominence in the late 1960s as the lead singer of the psychedelic-acid rock band Big Brother and the Holding Company, and later as a solo artist with her more soulful and bluesy backing groups, The Kozmic Blues Band and The Full Tilt Boogie Band. She was one of the more popular acts at the Monterey Pop Festival and later became one of the major attractions to the Woodstock festival and the Festival Express train tour.
Janis Joplin only charted five singles in her life but her hits and other popular songs from throughout her short four year career include "Down On Me", "Bye, Bye Baby", "Coo Coo", "Summertime", "Piece of My Heart", "Turtle Blues", "Ball 'n' Chain", "Try (Just A Little Bit Harder)", "Maybe", "To Love Somebody", "Kozmic Blues", "Work Me, Lord", "Move Over", "Cry Baby", "A Woman Left Lonely" "Get It While You Can", "My Baby", "Trust Me", "Mercedes Benz", "One Night Stand", "Raise Your Hand" and her only number one hit, "Me and Bobby McGee".
Mark Lavon "Levon" Helm (May 26, 1940 – April 19, 2012) was an American rock multi-instrumentalist and actor who achieved fame as the drummer and frequent lead and backing vocalist for The Band.
Helm was known for his deeply soulful, country-accented voice, and creative drumming style highlighted on many of the Band's recordings, such as "The Weight", "Up on Cripple Creek", "Ophelia" and "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down". His 2007 comeback album Dirt Farmer earned the Grammy Award for Best Traditional Folk Album in February 2008, and in November of that year, Rolling Stone magazine ranked him #91 in the list of The 100 Greatest Singers of All Time. In 2010, Electric Dirt, his 2009 follow-up to Dirt Farmer, won the first ever Grammy Award for Best Americana Album, an inaugural category in 2010. In 2011, his live album Ramble at the Ryman was nominated for the Grammy in the same category and won.
On April 17, 2012, his wife and daughter announced on Helm's website that he was "in the final stages of his battle with cancer" and thanked fans while requesting prayers. Two days later, Helm died at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York City.
Malcolm John "Mac" Rebennack, Jr. (born November 21, 1940), better known by the stage name Dr. John (also Dr. John Creaux, or Dr. John the Night Tripper), is an American singer-songwriter, pianist and guitarist, whose music combines blues, pop, jazz as well as zydeco, boogie woogie and rock and roll.
Active as a session musician since the late 1950s, he came to wider prominence in the early 1970s with a wildly theatrical stage show inspired by medicine shows, Mardi Gras costumes and voodoo ceremonies. Rebennack has recorded over 20 albums and in 1973 scored a top-20 hit with the jaunty funk-flavored "Right Place Wrong Time", still perhaps his best-known song.
The winner of five Grammy Awards, Rebennack was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame by singer John Legend on Monday, March 14, 2011.
Born in New Orleans, Louisiana, United States, Dr. John's Acadian ancestry traces back to the imperial territory of Alsace-Lorraine. He claims that his lineage took root in New Orleans sometime in the early 1800s. Growing up in the Third Ward, Dr. John found early musical inspiration in the minstrel tunes sung by his grandfather and a number of aunts, uncles, and cousins who played piano. He did not take music lessons before his teens, he only endured a short stint in choir before getting kicked out. His father, the owner of an appliance store and record shop, exposed him as a young boy to prominent jazz musicians like King Oliver and Louis Armstrong. Throughout his adolescence his father's connections enabled him access to the recording rooms of burgeoning rock artists such as Little Richard and Guitar Slim. From these exposures he advanced into clubs and onto the stage with varying local artists, most notably, Professor Longhair.
John Ringo (b. March 22, 1963) is an American science fiction and military fiction author. He has had several New York Times best sellers. His books range from straightforward science fiction to a mix of military and political thrillers. To date, he has over two million copies of his books in print, and his works have been translated into seven different languages.
Ringo's childhood was spent largely in transit; by the time (1981) he graduated from Winter Park High School in Winter Park, FL, he and his family had spent time in 23 foreign countries, with Ringo alone attending classes at fourteen different schools. Among the countries he spent the most amount of time in were Greece, Iran and Switzerland before settling with his parents and six siblings in Alabama. This amount of travel led to what he refers to as a "wonderful appreciation of the oneness of humanity and a permanent aversion to foreign food."
After graduation, Ringo joined the U.S. Army and rose to the rank of Specialist as a member of the 82nd Airborne Division. During his four years of active duty, he was assigned to the 1st Battalion 508th Parachute Infantry Regiment which was reflagged into 3rd Battalion, 505th Parachute Infantry Regiment when the 82nd regimentally organized its 3rd Brigade on October 3, 1986, plus two years of reserve duty with the Florida National Guard. Among his awards are the Combat Infantryman Badge, Parachutist Badge, Army Commendation Medal, Good Conduct Medal, Armed Forces Expeditionary Medal (Grenada), and the National Defense Service Medal.
Long distance information, give me Memphis Tennessee
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call
'Cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall
Help me, information, get in touch with my Marie
She's the only one who'd phone me here from Memphis Tennessee
Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge
Just a half a mile from the Mississippi Bridge
Help me, information, more than that I cannot add
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had
But we were pulled apart because her mom did not agree
And tore apart our happy home in Memphis Tennessee
Last time I saw Marie she's waving me good-bye
With hurry home drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye
Marie is only six years old, information please
Good-bye Joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh
He gotta go-pole the pirogue down the bayou
His Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux the place is buzzin'
A Kin-folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style the go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
(*) Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my my-my cher a mi-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Settle down far from town get him a pirogue
And he'll catch all the fish in the bayou
Swap his mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o
(Eva:)
It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love after all that I've done
You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew
Although she's dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you
I had to let it happen, I had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun
So I chose freedom
Running around, trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it to
Chorus:
Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
And as for fortune, and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired
They are illusions
They are not the solutions they promised to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me
Don't cry for me Argentina
(chorus)
Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.
But all you have to do is look at me to know
I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill
On Blueberry Hill where I found you
The moon stood still on Blueberry Hill
And lingered till my dreams came true
The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows we made
Were never to be
Tho' we're apart you're part of me still
For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill
The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows we made
Were never to be
Tho' we're apart you're part of me still
Look around, is this where you wanna be? (Yeah, YMCMB)
We don't gotta play around (no, no, no, no)
And when the sun comes up we gonna be alright
Speak up on it baby we gonna be alright
I want you to know this is big, I'm bigger than life, bigger than life
(Flashy life style)
Oooooh when the sun goes down we gonna be alright
This is we, I'm bigger than life
Uh, The city love me every night
And you're waving to the fans it ain't hard to decide
She know we fly, she pick a flight in no time
I'll be by my own business, why you busy minding mine?
You was on my level we both came from the ghetto
And later were separated, we hate it, I'm glad you made it
When your mountain top they say there is no where to go
But now I'll be chillin' just look around
Perpendicular momma be straight forever, her crib about an hour
Now she out of town
Predicted it be better we change we change the game like quarters
Two dimes together they high five until whatever
I can mention your name but I rather keep it clever
YMCMB I tell ya every letter
She just wanna chill with a star feel
Special no stressing no pressure, I'll bless you
I'm bigger than life
I'm bigger than life
I'm bigger than life
This is we, bigger than life
This is we, bigger than life
Ooooh when the sun goes down it will be, this is will be alright,
This is we, I'm bigger than life
Money on the grind, money on my mind do it big time
Turn your head line, big money nigga, hustle hundreds nigga
Old school nigga, hundred mill nigga
Chandelier lights, persion on the rug, reberta for the bitch, nine for the plug
Counter hundred G's, fifty on the piece cooking up some keys, flip it with some B's [Yeah]
Everyday the same grind, up late nights nigga tryna flip mine, born to shine
Plaques on every shelf blind any whether nigga
With the smith and west [blah]
Million on the whip nigga, shit Gucci bag full of chips nigga
Yeah and I got this game off the flow moving bricks on the low
Hundred G's full of throne uptown off the mound nigga
Shredded down put it down, put it in every town nigga, big money stay poping
I'm bigger than life
I'm bigger than life
I'm bigger than life
This is we, bigger than life
This is we, bigger than life
Ooooh when the sun goes down it will be, this is will be alright,
This is we, I'm bigger than life
Uh, smoking on the good, killing these hoes like glare Underwood
Dreads on the wind, blowin' like ribbon, getting money like a bitch
Um, robyn givings god is my showver take to my destiny
White girl, black girl, I call that referee
I'm differently alive, bullshit a side, red flag in my pocket
I cought a bully eye, I ain't gave fuck about another motherfucker every night
I pray to god that I don't kill a undercover! word to my mother, give the world to my mother, I swear when my mother dies... that's when ima die, fuck bitches get money, young money go hard, skate hard, big B's no honey, got that drop top Maybach, smelling like payback (Payback uh)
I'm bigger than life
I'm bigger than life
I'm bigger than life
This is we, bigger than life
This is we, bigger than life
Ooooh when the sun goes down it will be, this is will be alright,
I just know, I just know, I just know, I just know
That every day is sunshine
Can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong
When every day is sunshine
I was born by the river with the sunblock
Say I'm cooking up the heat so I'mma stay hot
And just like that river, I've been running ever since I know I can't go wrong if I'm on top
I've got the shine on me, when I say me he's'gotta ride for the team 'cause I'm on that
The sun hit me every morning, the club with them models, come and feel 'em like I'm calling
The Don Perrier, probably like a cactus, throwing every Franklin, I'm a Tim Jackson
Action 'the napkins, wet, no cash, got a milly after taxes
I'm on the road to winning, I've been exposed to women
Already know what they getting but with the flow in the middle they gotta think twice
And just know that every day is like sunshine
I know, I know
I just know, I just know, I just know, I just know
That every day is sunshine
Can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong
When every day is sunshine
Every day is sunshine
Every day is sunshine
I'm just playing my position, no intermission in the mission
All of my idols big pimping, all of my rivals been missing
This right here ain't revival, this right here is the birth of an idol
This right here is why I work for the title, I gotta be an icon
My old man had dreams of putting nice, he rest in peace, a lil' bit of him rest in me
Every time that I'm blessed to be '
I work hard, got scars, I got a mother I provide for, I got homies I would die for
A big sis I would lie for but I ain't relying on this record, no
I'm working on my vernacular, I'm tryina have a lil' brains to back it up
I used to roll around town in a maxima, now my next step ' looking spectacular
And that right there is a blessing, truest evil when this shit go wrong, don't stress it
'Cause sometime the uni testing you
I just know, I just know, I just know, I just know
That every day is sunshine
Can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong
When every day is sunshine
Every day is sunshine
Every day is sunshine
Fade those lights, paid that price and did it
Overnight when we shoot that dice
And I'll probably fly, play that game and did it
Hustle from the bottom and get it
Get this money then flip it
Swag, Louis, Gucci, Red Flag
Louboutin, foreign cash, hundred dollars on my kite
Hundred dollars on my flight, hundred Gs every night
I just know, I just know, I just know, I just know
That every day is sunshine
Can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong, can't go wrong
When every day is sunshine
Every day is sunshine
When every day is sunshine
Every day is sunshine
[ Stevie J] + (Future)
DJ Stevie J! (We gon' get to it nigga...)
Real niggas! (... by any means necessary)
Rich niggas! (We were born like this)
Fly shit!
I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out
Fuck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out
Fuck what y'all talkin' about, fuck what y'all talkin' about...
Fuck what y'all talkin' about, fuck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out
I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin' out
Fuck what y'all talkin' about
Quarter-mill for the car, quarter-mill on the arm
Black Double-R, back the fuck off
Drophead, cut your head off, hard top, no soft
Wet pussy turn me on when it keep me hard
King shit, Versace tiles, I ain't dryin' off
Marble floors, you dusty niggas couldn't walk on
Jesus walked on water, so I'mma walk on charters
Private jets, baguettes, only fuck with ballers
All this, half a mill, first week of August
I ain't even doin' shows, I'm just workin' on the album
Forty for the feesha, I just payed my mama's Visa
You in the club breathin', that Ten X, you niggas Beavis
She give me +butt, head+ – get brain like a genius
I got that dope shit, the 80s chrome Alpinas
(White Beamer) - my son gon' inherit this flow
You niggas gumball drops on the bottom of my sole
Young nigga, we Rich Gang, came up from that rich game
Picture me rollin' down Biscayne, black Double-R with your bitch, mane
With that top off and that drop head, pull up on ‘em, they drop dead
Niggas talkin' that bird shit, when them birds came, they was not dead
And I was out there with that work from the 15th to the 1st
My clique mean and they merk, we'll let them clips squeeze like dirt
When it come to them dollars, nigga, why bother? These niggas don't want no problems
‘Cause I'll kill all y'all dead, put a price on your head, get your brain, I doubt it (WHOOO!)
I be on that fly shit – M-O-B that mob shit
Boy, I'm talkin' G5 shit, 50 racks for that ride, shit
That ain't yours, that's my bitch, you clocked out and I signed in
We young niggas, we grindin', we shinin' like diamonds (WHOA!)
Make them pop ten bottles like, "give me ten more"
I'm in the club passin' weed to the bitches, like “hit this shit”
Your stupid ass outside talkin' ‘bout “get me in! ” Should've known I was a fool, when I moved
When I pulled up in that Bentley - told y'all I was gangster, still somethin' like a pimp
Don't say I didn't – million-dollar flow, got a lot of dough, brand new clothes
VIP for niggas like me, wish a motherfucker would touch that rope
(Rappers, hustlers, dealers, killers, thugs, goons, beasts, guerillas)
(Money, cars, jewels, chinchillas, jets, cribs, condos, villas)
Say that, then... (hold up), goddamn right, bitch I've been fly since way back when
That's right, I am YMCM, Grave Street, play that, there
Burnin' up the track like a motherfuckin' matchstick, you know that's him
Tryna shine when you come around stars like us, they do look dim
Ain't got your game tight, ain't got your swag up, shame on them
Your legs too little and your T-Shirt big; nigga, go to the gym
For the love of my clique, we up in this bitch
So sorry that your girl's suckin' my dick, throwin' money in the air like I'm sick of this shit
We be on our fly shit!
You see us right! Fly shit!
Swag or die... and we high
Haha... Rich Gang
DJ Stevie J!
Red everything, Red (Red)Bentley
Chop a n*gga down and tell his momma red send me
Rack(Rack)in my pocket, What colour is that motherf*cker
Same colour as your insides motherf*cker
You know we bang money, bang bang bang money
Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang dummy
And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags
For the money motherf*cker, Wall street cash
Red jet, Hoppin' with my red flag
Pretty red bitch, with my teeth tatt
Holla respect the stuntin' in my digery-dash
Stay fly out the paw Young Money cash
We bang money, bang bang bang money
Cash Money Young Money bitch we flip cash
Blood line on my bloods see we see and smash
Tony guns ak's n*gga spit and dash
High Life, Carbine with a extra mag
Hit the curve, bad bitch n*gga dig and dash
My life has never been the same since the cash
My life ain't been the same since I bust this ass
Teardrop gangster, High life gangster
Cash Money Young Money bitch we the gangsters
You find me on the choppa with my choppa 9's choppers you can roof bitch
ready chop em
We laugh into the bank bitch
High life more money in the bank bitch
You know we do it 24, shit
More ho's out the paw when we blow bitch
Red everything, Red (Red)Bentley
Chop a n*gga down and tell his momma red send me
Rack(Rack)in my pocket, What colour is that motherf*cker
Same colour as your insides motherf*cker
You know we bang money, bang bang bang money
Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang dummy
And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags
For the money motherf*cker, Wall street cash
Run up on this Bentley wish a motherf*cker would
I leave your ass in Louisiana off in the woods
Choppa sinister city, bad boy since the Diddy
And my Phantom like a stripclub, ass and titties
I fuck rats, top models and regular ho's
Take a ball player picture Nas in my regular clothes
And you could have her back, I don't swear ho's
I put that on my hood like the crown on the cadillac
Teardrop gangster, only got one
But if I counted all the bodies they drip to my louis vuitton
All red Yeezy's, yeah the flame edition
The say I'm out of my mind like I got a cocaine addiction
Cuz when I was young I had Young Money
N*ggas try to stress me out so I tatted it on my tummy
Never been a Skylar, Far from a dummy
But you disrespect my clip I let the chopper red rumming
Yeah, And we bang money, bang bang bang money
50 round drum a nigga try to take this chain from me
You was go and kill me I'd already be dead
Don't make me come to your hood and paint that motherfucker red
Red everything, Red (Red)Bentley
Chop a n*gga down and tell his momma red send me
Rack(Rack)in my pocket, What colour is that motherf*cker
Same colour as your insides motherf*cker
You know we bang money, bang bang bang money
Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang dummy
And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags
For the money motherf*cker, Wall street cash
Sinister reds hat, Tilt that bitch to the right
You know how them bullets travel, Motherfucker book a flight.
Choppa made them niggas dance, motherfucking boogie nights
All of you suckas pussy, None of you pussy's tight
I rep that red flag, That's right that red flag
I still got blood money, I'm counting red cash
I'm in my skinny jeans, with my red Vans
I'm with a bad bitch, with a red ass
Talk crazy nigga, highway to heaven
Automatic start, Automatic weapon
Momma need a dress, You gon' need reference
I let Marley shoot 'em, Cuz I'm an convicted fellon
Sharp Shooter nigga, yeah shots perfect
You have a gog of blood, Bubble up and burp it
I'm in that new coupe, Ball head nigga
I'm Piru, All red nigga
Yeaaah black wall Cash Money paint the town red,
Yeah, We paint the town red.
I tell em motherfucking, Eeeey
Black wall Cash Money paint the town red,
Yeah, We paint the town red
Tell em holla at me
Hit your town in these whips
Sun shining (Bleehh)
You know what it is, pimpin' king in the building
All about the millions, no time to play with children
Call me when you grown up, nigga, I'm an owner
Them Ferraris doin' doughnuts on the corner
I went for mine, nickels, dimes, choppers,.9s,.45s
Went to prison, did my time, got back out and still I shine
This year is mine, nigga, give it up, step aside
I'mma ride 'til I die, all bullshit aside
Think I'm faking? Come and try - just prepare to be surprised
If you lookin' for some drama, it's my pleasure to oblige
We believe in the now, what I rep I be about
That's the reason why I'm hot, from a little to a lot
I ain't asked for permission, I just mashed for a minute
First the business, then the cash, then the club, then the bitches
Stay your ass out the kitchen, it's too hot, shit, you not
Know you niggas gettin' mad cause you see I'm gettin' guap
I'm just makin' my way, we can parlay
I'm so about my business, 'bout that money always
That's how we do it all day, all day, all night
We can do it all day, okay? Alright, alright
I'm just makin' my way, we can parlay
I'm so about my business, 'bout that money always
That's how we do it all day, all day, all night
We can do it all day, okay? Alright, alright
Lost on this island, nigga
Deep in this ocean, nigga
Money and power, nigga
Fuck 'em, we focused, nigga
Fuckin' these models, nigga
Game, we roped it, nigga
Flowers and bottles, nigga
Get it and smoke it, nigga
Yeah... Stunna Man game plan
Mastermind, 100 mill' nigga, in my hand
Landin' in the sand with the pork, nigga
Mussolini business, we came up, nigga
Gave the game to my lil' nigga
Real nigga, kill or be killed nigga
You know a deal is a deal, nigga
And them houses we build, nigga
Business is business, homie
Cause we be the business, homie
Yeah, this is Su Wu business homie
See we get it and flip it, homie
Two white girls in my bed, one still up, one asleep
I'm on the balcony smokin', on the phone with my girl
She like: "I know somebody over there, cause nigga
You never go on the balcony"
What's poppin'
I'll make you bow down and welcome me
I played my cards right and your girlfriend dealt with me
Mama, I'm a motherfucker when I get the alc' in me
But I just popped a Perc
And you know can't mix that medicine with alcohol
Don't get yourself involved
I see you pussies getting old - menopause
Too much pussy on the road - I'm homesick
AK-47 right under my armpit
We them niggas that they act like - get the facts right
Cat-eyed Benz, cat-eyed Beamer, cat fight
Cat-eyed bitch in a cat suit with tattoos
This the realest shit in the streets
Untouchable empire
The only niggas breaking Backwoods was in the Bentleys baby
Believe it
Let's get this motherfucking money
(Rich gang)
I'm down to fill these empty sacks
I'm down to fill these empty sacks
My little niggas gonna set me straight
My little niggas gonna set me straight
Trying to flip these 50 plates
It's time to flip these 50 plates
This little jewel gonna set me straight
This little jewel gonna set me straight
Chrome wheels on my 68
Double M strong in fifty states
My Mexicans gonna get me straight
But that phone bill it can't be late
Six mil in that interstate
I'm down to fill these empty sacks
Grinding nigga wanna beat this case (Boss)
Gun charge in New York state
Ho niggas up in my face
Painkillers take pain away
Raaa them sticks come, they bang away
Raaa bang, bang, bang anyway
Big wheels on my big V8
Fuck with me you wanna get this cake
Diamonds fill my empty sacks
[These hundred bills just made my day
Strip club is where we meet
Big booty is how she eats
Them fuck niggas she know they fake
I'm in the club get to flip my pays
My lil niggas gonna set me straight
My lil niggas gonna set me straight
My Cuban blood he got that weight
This the realest shit in the streets
Untouchable empire
The only niggas breaking Backwoods was in the Bentleys baby
Believe it
Let's get this motherfucking money
(Rich gang)
I'm down to fill these empty sacks
I'm down to fill these empty sacks
My little niggas gonna set me straight
My little niggas gonna set me straight
Trying to flip these 50 plates
It's time to flip these 50 plates
This little jewel gonna set me straight
This little jewel gonna set me straight
Chrome wheels on my 68
Double M strong in fifty states
My Mexicans gonna get me straight
But that phone bill it can't be late
Six mil in that interstate
I'm down to fill these empty sacks
Grinding nigga wanna beat this case (Boss)
Gun charge in New York state
Ho niggas up in my face
Painkillers take pain away
Raaa them sticks come, they bang away
Raaa bang, bang, bang anyway
Big wheels on my big V8
Fuck with me you wanna get this cake
Diamonds fill my empty sacks
[These hundred bills just made my day
Strip club is where we meet
Big booty is how she eats
Them fuck niggas she know they fake
I'm in the club get to flip my pays
My lil niggas gonna set me straight
My lil niggas gonna set me straight
My Cuban blood he got that weight
Talk to me baby, tell me who I am
Tell my nigga I said what's up, when you get a chance
Tell my bitch I said what's up, when you get a chance
She said when can you do it, we can do it when you can
Girl I'm all about the angels
Come down from heaven, you angel
Pop that pussy every angle
I swear I love my angel, my angel
You might not believe me, think that I'm trippin', but nigga I saw angel
I did, I did, that trip was big, I mean she was off the chain
I wasn't stalkin' but couldn't stop lookin', like she called my name,
Man if I get a chance she might notice I'm fly like I'm off the plane
I'm aimin' my move, you know what I mean,
In order to be sacreligious, to look like them religious jeans
Blame her mother, but don't tell her dad
Bitch have got a, heavenly body, but one hell of an ass
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some Millzy in it
Ain't no hands inside her body, but I bet she feel me in it
That bathroom in danger when we desoliving anger
I work her ass out so good she got rid of her trainer
Talk to me, bad bitches they honk to me
She a TV-shot non-stop now watch that pussy walk to me
Fuck ‘em all girl, we gon' make them sweat
Our top down and it ain't even at webby yet, so
Talk to me baby, tell me who I am
Tell my nigga I said what's up, when you get a chance
Tell my bitch I said what's up, when you get a chance
She said when can you do it, we can do it when you can
Girl I'm all about the angels
Come down from heaven, you angel
Pop that pussy every angle
I swear I love my angel, my angel
Okay now do me like a favour, or do me like a chore
Or do me in your favourite red bottoms, oh lord
She gon' learn today, I taught that pussy a lesson
I beat that up like I just made hell, kiss that pussy whenever do tell
Give her that package, you got mail
When it kind of your love I'll take that (?)
I'm lookin' for you girl, and do shit a molly world
I'm want a rotten fish, old Tuna spoil you girl
She makes that ass clap, like a naughty girl
duce you to some better things I can show you girl
Lights on, but take that Prada off, I beat it like a xylophone
No phones, but I can be the one that you're calling on
Talk to me baby, walk with me baby
Then we can take a long ride in this charcoal Mercedes
I'm the boss you my lady
You keep it wet, I go underwater swimming
I be a shark for you baby
Talk to me baby, tell me who I am
Tell my nigga I said what's up, when you get a chance
Tell my bitch I said what's up, when you get a chance
She said when can you do it, we can do it when you can
Girl I'm all about the angels
Come down from heaven, you angel
Pop that pussy every angle
I swear I love my angel, my angel
Man I got pussy from my angel, head from my angel
I spent a night in heaven, me and Elvis split a Mango
She had that aquafina mermaid wet wet
I heard the love gods hollerin' out, “Man, we got next”
Her physique is unique like the clothes from botique
Hit that ass 'til she peak and can't speak
She got wings on that pussy, she's so fucking fly
And everybody say she's dope, but this another high
Talk to me baby my lady and my friend too
Notice flower bomb the scent when she breeze through
Bitches hatin' cause we sitting on top
When you walk the block the traffic stop
The 2-seater that i copped, that's for me and you
Drop the top back, your hair breezing through
I lay my stunt down proper, top (?) original (?)
Talk to me baby, tell me who I am
Tell my nigga I said what's up, when you get a chance
Tell my bitch I said what's up, when you get a chance
She said when can you do it, we can do it when you can
Girl I'm all about the angels
Come down from heaven, you angel
Pop that pussy every angle
Swear I be sitting here thinking 'bout the shit that we've been through
And all I know is girl I owe you 100, 100, 100 favors
I owe you 100 favors, 100, 100, 100 favors
Niggas all talk, it'll never change
Keep on choosin do your thang
All them favors, I call her like a driver
Drowning in that pussy, and I'm a soul survivor
Vodka, hunned flavors, GT watermelon
She always do me favors, and I don't never tell her
GT yellow mango, I love to drink juice
Owe her 100 favors, I call her my 100 proof
Man I heard about an angel
Now I'm sitting here sippin' on the last bit of vodka
All I ever see is your face
Swear I be sitting here thinking bout the shit that you've been doing
And all I know is girl I'll owe 100, 100, 100 favors
I give you 100 favors, 100, 100, 100 favors
Now I'm sitting here sippin' on the last bit of GT
All I ever see is your face 100 favors
Prices with the life, rollin on them dice
Spent a mill on a flight
Flew back and she bounced back
High speed, all gold
Lord of the ring, we live that life big time
Big time, 100 times I gave my bitch the sunshine
Harley Davis, Harley Davis,
Twin cam, I gave my bitch a 100 favors
You was a college student abusing the credit union
The music was way too loud, the tuition was fuckin stupid
And me I was runnin' wild hittin' licks in my mothers' Buick
Confusing, you like my style even though I was broke and doing
Stick em ups, you wanna pick em up
Inside your Civic Plus the difference was
I wasn't rich as fuck you still would depend on us
And I missed the crush that we had every time winter December come
And we had tempers and arguments, disagreements and senses from
Cupid himself, and I'm shootin' himself
And the paramedics won't come even if you scream for help
Don't let love die, you regroovin' yourself
And I'm losing now too looking at you boo hoo from what's dealt
So as I reminisce the coupon that we used to split at Baileys
On your mothers couch your little brother in the alley
You say K. Dot your page got that pay that Birdman and Jay got
One day you'll reap what you sow, now I reap for us both
Talk to me baby, tell me who I am
Tell my nigga I said what's up, when you get a chance
Tell my bitch I said what's up, when you get a chance
She said when can you do it, we can do it when you can
Girl I'm all about the angels
Come down from heaven, you angel
Pop that pussy every angle
I swear I love my angel, my angel
You might not believe me, think that I'm trippin', but nigga I saw angel
I did, I did, that trip was big, I mean she was off the chain
I wasn't stalkin' but couldn't stop lookin', like she called my name,
Man if I get a chance she might notice I'm fly like I'm off the plane
I'm aimin' my move, you know what I mean,
In order to be sacreligious, to look like them religious jeans
Blame her mother, but don't tell her dad
Bitch have got a, heavenly body, but one hell of an ass
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some Millzy in it
Ain't no hands inside her body, but I bet she feel me in it
That bathroom in danger when we desoliving anger
I work her ass out so good she got rid of her trainer
Talk to me, bad bitches they honk to me
She a TV-shot non-stop now watch that pussy walk to me
Fuck ‘em all girl, we gon' make them sweat
Our top down and it ain't even at webby yet, so
Talk to me baby, tell me who I am
Tell my nigga I said what's up, when you get a chance
Tell my bitch I said what's up, when you get a chance
She said when can you do it, we can do it when you can
Girl I'm all about the angels
Come down from heaven, you angel
Pop that pussy every angle
I swear I love my angel, my angel
Okay now do me like a favour, or do me like a chore
Or do me in your favourite red bottoms, oh lord
She gon' learn today, I taught that pussy a lesson
I beat that up like I just made hell, kiss that pussy whenever do tell
Give her that package, you got mail
When it kind of your love I'll take that (?)
I'm lookin' for you girl, and do shit a molly world
I'm want a rotten fish, old Tuna spoil you girl
She makes that ass clap, like a naughty girl
duce you to some better things I can show you girl
Lights on, but take that Prada off, I beat it like a xylophone
No phones, but I can be the one that you're calling on
Talk to me baby, walk with me baby
Then we can take a long ride in this charcoal Mercedes
I'm the boss you my lady
You keep it wet, I go underwater swimming
I be a shark for you baby
Talk to me baby, tell me who I am
Tell my nigga I said what's up, when you get a chance
Tell my bitch I said what's up, when you get a chance
She said when can you do it, we can do it when you can
Girl I'm all about the angels
Come down from heaven, you angel
Pop that pussy every angle
I swear I love my angel, my angel
Man I got pussy from my angel, head from my angel
I spent a night in heaven, me and Elvis split a Mango
She had that aquafina mermaid wet wet
I heard the love gods hollerin' out, “Man, we got next”
Her physique is unique like the clothes from botique
Hit that ass 'til she peak and can't speak
She got wings on that pussy, she's so fucking fly
And everybody say she's dope, but this another high
Talk to me baby my lady and my friend too
Notice flower bomb the scent when she breeze through
Bitches hatin' cause we sitting on top
When you walk the block the traffic stop
The 2-seater that i copped, that's for me and you
Drop the top back, your hair breezing through
I lay my stunt down proper, top (?) original (?)
Talk to me baby, tell me who I am
Tell my nigga I said what's up, when you get a chance
Tell my bitch I said what's up, when you get a chance
She said when can you do it, we can do it when you can
Girl I'm all about the angels
Come down from heaven, you angel
Pop that pussy every angle
Look around, is this where you wanna be? (Yeah, YMCMB)
We don't gotta play around (no, no, no, no)
And when the sun comes up we gonna be alright
Speak up on it baby we gonna be alright
I want you to know this is big, I'm bigger than life, bigger than life
(Flashy life style)
Oooooh when the sun goes down we gonna be alright
This is we, I'm bigger than life
Uh, The city love me every night
And you're waving to the fans it ain't hard to decide
She know we fly, she pick a flight in no time
I'll be by my own business, why you busy minding mine?
You was on my level we both came from the ghetto
And later were separated, we hate it, I'm glad you made it
When your mountain top they say there is no where to go
But now I'll be chillin' just look around
Perpendicular momma be straight forever, her crib about an hour
Now she out of town
Predicted it be better we change we change the game like quarters
Two dimes together they high five until whatever
I can mention your name but I rather keep it clever
YMCMB I tell ya every letter
She just wanna chill with a star feel
Special no stressing no pressure, I'll bless you
I'm bigger than life
I'm bigger than life
I'm bigger than life
This is we, bigger than life
This is we, bigger than life
Ooooh when the sun goes down it will be, this is will be alright,
This is we, I'm bigger than life
Money on the grind, money on my mind do it big time
Turn your head line, big money nigga, hustle hundreds nigga
Old school nigga, hundred mill nigga
Chandelier lights, persion on the rug, reberta for the bitch, nine for the plug
Counter hundred G's, fifty on the piece cooking up some keys, flip it with some B's [Yeah]
Everyday the same grind, up late nights nigga tryna flip mine, born to shine
Plaques on every shelf blind any whether nigga
With the smith and west [blah]
Million on the whip nigga, shit Gucci bag full of chips nigga
Yeah and I got this game off the flow moving bricks on the low
Hundred G's full of throne uptown off the mound nigga
Shredded down put it down, put it in every town nigga, big money stay poping
I'm bigger than life
I'm bigger than life
I'm bigger than life
This is we, bigger than life
This is we, bigger than life
Ooooh when the sun goes down it will be, this is will be alright,
This is we, I'm bigger than life
Uh, smoking on the good, killing these hoes like glare Underwood
Dreads on the wind, blowin' like ribbon, getting money like a bitch
Um, robyn givings god is my showver take to my destiny
White girl, black girl, I call that referee
I'm differently alive, bullshit a side, red flag in my pocket
I cought a bully eye, I ain't gave fuck about another motherfucker every night
I pray to god that I don't kill a undercover! word to my mother, give the world to my mother, I swear when my mother dies... that's when ima die, fuck bitches get money, young money go hard, skate hard, big B's no honey, got that drop top Maybach, smelling like payback (Payback uh)
I'm bigger than life
I'm bigger than life
I'm bigger than life
This is we, bigger than life
This is we, bigger than life
Ooooh when the sun goes down it will be, this is will be alright,
Oh Oh naa Ohhh, ayee yaa
Ooh I know we started wrong,
Wish the things I said was gone,
Oh then I could still make love to you
Leave our towels in the bathroom,
Pictures in the living room,
Dishes in the kitchen, Girl let's just,
Burn this house down, girl
Leave everything inside
Burn this house down, Ohhh ohh uhh
Burn this house down, Oh naa
It'll never be the same,
Let's burn our house down,
Leaving everything behind now,
I think I fell in love man, hahaha
Shorty cold blooded...
Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
She move them panties to the side
She give me head while I drive
These bitches flyin' in like flies
Maybach, no roof, turn a bitch, butterfly
Rose gold in that Autobon, I'm gettin' money in real time
That big hand on them dollar signs, I'm on west coast rich time
Get punched out for yo' punchlines, these niggas snitchin' like I did the crime
I get the cake like the baker man - no Jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man
These niggas hood-hoppers, don't give a bitch no options
I do this shit for my squadron, ain't got no time for no conference
I call up some real niggas, but they ain't 'bout that talkin'
I walk in wit' my bitch, fattest ass in the party
Aye French we in the club way too much, ya know what I'm sayin'?
You know we playin' with new bands, homeboy...
Started with a stack, then I got 5 mo' (do it right)
Could have bought a ball team, with all this money I blow
Walk in stalls, cause these hoes know I'm finna go retarded
Ballin hard no James Harden, Bentley truck to big to park it (skrrt)
Comma get for that work, gettin head blowin purp
One hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt
Pussy sweet like apple juice, fuck her til her pussy loose
And when I'm done, pass her to my man, so Ben can see what that pussy do
And she touching herself, what you gone off a molly?
And she thick, and she finer than a mothafucka, lookin like tatted-up Holly
Fuck all night no strings attached, say no on love shit, girl this some fun shit
Dick too long and when I lick this spot I'mma make you cum quick
Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids
I'm, with the, number, one, stunna
Hands, rubbin, every, time we, doin', numbers (haha)
GT, vodka, all, summer
Yeah, its time to bring them 'raris out
Scratch that, we bringing them Bugattis out
I'mma show em how to get this money
I'm laughin' to the bank, you niggas money funny
I'mma real nigga, you is a counterfeit
Throw a hunnid racks, tell her count it bitch
Money blowin' like a fountain, bitch
Sitting on top of this motherfucking hill
Rich Gang
Fully loaded
Looking at life from a good year blimp, boy
Size me up, guarantee you gonna lose
From hundred to hundreds bills
Project like the high life
Straight from the ' of a murder, we call it jungle, nigga
Pain came with this game
Young, rich, and wild
Famous and dangerous
And money was the motivation
We took the trips then came back and did the flips (*bird call*)
Fell in love with it
A bunch of niggas getting it
Yeah, Rich Gang (stay popping)
We eat when we sleep, boy
Flashy lifestyle, boy, paradise on earth
Smoke all day, nigga
Rich Gang, 100
Bitch, I slapped the fucker, crowded out the pistols
Shake the dog shitter, I ain't playing with you
I'm a constant rocker put it up your pussy poppin'
Seen that girl from Cancun, now the motherfuckers, they feel high
I got big ass houses, plenty calls
I'm a gorilla with, y'all niggas spit monkey balls
I leave them a broken home, affected them collar bones
And a friend like Donkey Kong
You the global home system, most niggas got chrome too
Don't fuck with the Don, cursing in church, telling you wrong, mister
Pull it out then get out in public, breathe to your face, nigga, do it till you love me
If you can't open your pants, get up my nigga, you showing that
Pull a confession, whole gang, stressing about that shit
Bring it on, get it over, I throw your ass all over
With and AT4 on my shoulder, that'll hold
Cop at ready, high five, nigga?? runnin' up every block I walk
I spit fire every time I talk, fuck around, spit this shit off the wall
And knock all your eyebrows off
I'm fucking retarded, ain't no helping me
You ' either you leave, I'mma stay, you gonna be bleeding again
I'm holding your hand, this buzzer is friend, a nigga keep taking them plans
This what the fuck I'm talking about right there, kid
You fucking killed them, immortalize them
Think they can open your casket up, nigga, you sure was ugly
Did good, boss is gonna be happy
Theres a few women out here
That got that million dollar pussy
Sometimes they come from a very struggling environment
Boarding pass that flight
But make sure you on it cause im here
And im thinking about that shit you said the other night when you text me
And said "when im off of your time, you better turn up, you got all the plugs, even wayne came to yo house"
Gold bottles in my kitchen
Candles in my restroom
And i sent her ass to my best room
That fire place got chest room
Two guests, indian or you gotta be arabic
That hour glass look mighty round
Is it real or did you inherit it
Phone calls on phone calls
Girl i keep that work going
All you gotta do is lick them lips
Girl gon and keep that flirt going
First night, popped it off
All you did was look
You was cool once you realize you wasn't fucking with no crook
Baby i dont kiss and brag
Ima follow your lead
I see the pussy got a tag on it
Go on and let that milli breathe
Champagne on her nipple
Dripping on my pistol
Fuck her like i miss her
I just met her and dismissed her
Marble on my counter
Mollys on my counter
Roses in my yard
Dying by the day
Trying water every seed
Showing off my seeds
Water all my seeds
Watch em grow to kids
Keys to the 'Gatti
Keys to the 'Rari
Keys to the Lambo
Keys to the Mansion
Keys to the Penthouse
Hmm hmm hmm
You contagious
I can taste it
You need to fuck me like you love me
From your face is on this back, You know your into me
You a fein to me
You into me
You Into Me
Million Dollar Pussy (TapOut)
Million Dollar Pussy (TapOut)
And I'm gon make her Tap Out
Tap out, Tap Out, Tap out, Tap Out
It ain't nothin but cigars, audemars
Got too many foreigns, you need a passport to walk in my garage
It ain't nothin', nigga {uh-huh}, ain't nothin', nigga {uh-huh}
Take a lifetime to spend money this long - nigga, we been on
(Uh, nigga, we been on; we done came up)
(From them red cups to them gold bottles, livin' on islands, caked up, uh)
It ain't nothin', nigga {uh-huh}, ain't nothin', nigga {uh-huh}
(Stuntin' on niggas and taking their broads)
Okay, you know that we be in the club all night (all night) - throwin' up this money
Got my niggas to my right (my right) - throwin' up this money
Yeah these bitches know what I like (I like) - all about my money
Gotta get this money; you talking 'bout nigga? We been on, yeah
Nigga, we been on, yeah
Nigga, we been on, yeah
We been on, yeah
Okay, I'm getting high in this bitch, I'm O-mas in this bitch
I'm taking shots in this bitch, call that O-net in this bitch
I got my red cup in this bitch, yeah I'm turnt up in this bitch
I say "fuck your dress code" I got my J's on in this bitch
I'm ballin' hard in this bitch, I brought my A game to this bitch
And I would take your girl but I got the baddest chicks in this bitch
And I got her up all night fuckin' her to my love songs
She know she know all my love songs, smoke some
Yeah, N-O... best out'chea, nigga
Flamed up in this bitch, turnt up in this bitch
GT gold bottles, make it rain up in this bitch
Rich Gang up in this bitch, them thangs up in this bitch
Five star, high life, she get a flight straight to some dick
That tall model is my bitch, G5 for long trips
Nicki Minaj, Paris Hilton like five up in this bitch
AP a new whip, jets moving them bricks
Show niggas how to flip hundreds, Italien on my shit
Uhh, I can't fuck with broke hoes, T-shirt wide as Yayo
I pay these hoes no mind and your ho on my payroll
I say fuck nigga don't say nothin, fuck nigga don't say nada
All these niggas full of shit I just thank God they ain't pinatas
Bitch, I'm too high in this bitch, I'm on shrooms in this bitch
Got a question for Molly, do you remember our first kiss?
Bitch, it's Tunechi up in this bitch a.k.a two rubbers
Yea!
Birdman! Pussy
Sittin' on this muthafuckin' hill
Rich Gang, beanerz day
All day! One hundred
I believe dreams come true
I believe dreams come true
I believe dreams come true
Cos my ass woke up in that Bugatti Coupé
That bitch ain't got a roof
This 1.5 on a a coupé
Rich gang, nigga dreams come true
Bad bitch, I make her dreams come true
Rich gang, nigga dreams come true
Dope boy, I'm a dream come true
I believe dreams come true
I believe dreams come true
Can't wait for the Rolls Royce to make the coupé
I'm lying on a mil, that's the truth
Spent five thousand dollars on some shoes
That's what you call stuntin'
I turn in none, Ran into my freak bucket
Then turn a pussy, ran into my cute puppet
No ventriloquist, i make it talk to me (Hii!)
I'm the richest nigga in my hood
10 chains on me, smoking Cali good
Private plane luggage never necessary
I can take you where they never could
That super fly shit is mandatory
Chasing all this money, I just can't avoid it
Jesus piece's only keeping me anointed
Getting richer, niggas highly disappointed
But erm...
And I done seen dreams come true
Bentley truck 'bout to drop, give me two
Presidential rollies for my whole crew
Me and bird see the world through a birds eye view
Man we started from the bottom now we here
GT V bottles at the table, no beer
Hustlers' my career, never had fear
I'm flying on a lear high, rest in peace Aaliyah
Man I spent 3.5 Million on a crib
Young hot boy, had to get how I live
The main question is, why am I always smiling and I'm living?
I was born with the drive, now a nigga get driven
Young Money!
And I done seen dreams come through
11 hundred cantana, sock on the new shoe
Moving birds out the coupé
The sun do shine, we can knock him off for the loop
Stunna Island! Out the pound homie
Stunna Island! With my rounds homie
Moving eleven, strapped with a mack
A hundred G's in a dufflebag stacked
White doves, and we serving out of Bentley
Uptown, moving round, now we filthy
Paint the whole town
Red on that brown, lay 'em all down (Brraa!)
Yeaa!
Party never stops
Nightlife poppin'
Take that shit to the mansion nigga
Stunna island where we hold it down, put it down