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Scream & Shout [Rmx]

will.i.am

Still Smokin and Leaned Out

the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by

hear is retreat
And I'll bet all the cash on me that we getaway clean
I'm too raw all I eat with my sushi is soy
I'm moving step by step like a wind up

funny
But when it all appears then they wanna be buddies
Swear you can only get rich by being lucky
I just wanna send my parents somewhere hot and sunny

blessings I name them one by one
One by one 
One by one 
All the bad belle people them running 
One by one 
One by one 
Coz my fire don Dey burn 
Now I am

right now fuck nigga we ready right now


Get on my P’s, My Q’s, My O’s new money go spend it on fire

I’m on the way right now big drake on me and we

drake had to get it geeked
I just need designer on me
Hanging in a room full of niggas
But I’m still in my VLone Tee
Still feeling VLonely
Still a nigga

that I bring, aye
Met her from Japan, got on all the golden rings
They try to hate on me, yet the play me on repeat
Die rich, die rich, money in my bank

Yeh until I took a half n doubled up
I hit the block with two
Like double dutch
Junkies knock at my door
Momma fussin
All a nigga wanted was sum money

Feeling like Drake, feeling like Drake
Get out my way, get out my way
Feeling like Drago, sucker want beef?
Turn him to a taco
If he dies, then he

Cause I make my money extend
Lil bitch
I make my money extend
I make my money extend
I was down bad need a hand
But no one would give me a hand
While you

Rome
Wait I gotta set some shit straight
I used to live on section 8
Now my tennis court right by the lake
Wait my community came with a gate
Wait they

Shoot to improve from project to project
But I can't help thinking, "Is all this hard work nonsense?"
Cause it's nice to say that money is no object

the gas on me she just wanna pop a bean
Ran it up all week seeing these numbers by the threes yeah
I make it beep like a touch tone
Give me them g's trynna

a cheap meal
Think I rap with Weezy and Drake
'Cause I know that she will
It's a knock at the door and now that money coming in
I ain't a case solver, but I

Dior
Degenerate down to my core
Imma rock J's like Juicy
Imma, imma, imma rock J's like Juicy
Money get long Uzi
Money, money, money rack long like Uzi

I’m drake and drivin
You don’t see your hotline bling
I keep callin, you decline it
I’m in my feelings, I can’t hide it
Why you playing all these

Verse:
Y’all know me
My shit gone bang
Same old me 
2x gold chain 
She got so drunk 
She pop that thang
And I’m so high
I’m on a plane 
Might count

a Drake mask
But you more a bitch than
Nicki Minaj witcha fake ass
My crew too gutter, my clique twist cats
Come off the weights fast
Gats bang, they

new chop put this bitch to your face
My niggas toting a switch and a drake
All my niggas itching to hop out and spray
We know where you at
We know where

you to jump on my d**k while countin all this bread
Countin money money
F*****g b****s b****s
Countin money stackin riches
Countin my money ain't

some bread to the pen
All my Gs are blessed, we checkin' for them
Whole lotta charges laid to this day
No confessions for them
Man really feel no

haunt me every single night

I just wanna hear you here, with my sight, by my bed
I just wanna know, where the love goes
Where do we go when we're

Bored As Hell
I be plotting onnat money
Im chillin at da crib
Oh Yuh I be Bored as hell
All dese niggas they really be talking dat shit how I live
I tell

the enemy i see they envy
Outside hooded up fit match the dark
Rhinestone cover moschino couture
Ritual money my money noir
I put some girls in that all black