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dj khaled - whatever lyrics

[future:]
hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
i tried to hide the money and ran outta room
i tried to hide the money and ran outta room
i tried to hide the money and ran outta room
[dj khaled:] dj khaled!

[future:]
money on your head, you might get hit up today
you can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
in the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
my grandma seen me buy my first polo sweater, ayy
got my hand flooded, i
buy the whole projects, i
got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, i
charge the whole 30, i
got my n-gg-s workin’, i
got my b-tches down for whatever
i tried to hide the money and ran outta room
whatever!
i tried to hide the money and ran outta room
whatever!

[young thug:]
(geek!)
pay up like i’ve been runnin’ it up forever
i ran that sh-t up through the roof
young n-gg-, ran that sh-t up for his mother
buy her everything and i got proof
up, designer fit, ain’t nothing to buy it
and i done whipped every tire
with the brake pad, “mello yello”
catch up
bring me up like your pop-pop
whatever you need to
i skeet then skeet off in a new coupe
keep up!
that v-12 ’bout to heat up
grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt
the color of my boxers, yeah i’m tommy’d up
got the tommy tucked, ayy
i toss that sh-t up like a spray
watch it spill on the clothes
i soak that sh-t up
when they told me, “don’t matter, boss won”
i suspended these b-tches
and i subpoenaed these n-gg-s
see who was real
i supported my bank account
and i wouldn’t tell you the account
‘less i need to put some of this money on your head

[rick ross:]
maybach music
diamonds all on my fingers
misses still miscellaneous
left the ski-mask in the ‘rari
residencies out in vegas
smoking like calvin broadus
blueberry with the big homie
“idols become rivals”
down to die for my survival
fell in love with the money
she at the spot every sunday
loyalty’s what i l-st
how i measure my woman
minimize my mistakes
love every tat on my face
dj khaled, my blood
got several m’s in my safe

[2 chainz:]
2 chainz
watch me break down bales
residue on scales
yeah, i had the girls sick
man-i-cure like nails
compet-tion might fail
repet-tion might sell
dirty kitchen, dirty dishes
dirty b-tches, oh well
foreign whip rider
lobster on my rider
you can get the platter
i put my money up, uh
you gon’ need a ladder
work know acrobatics
work know calisthenics
my d-ck be acting stingy
my check be acting boujee
my car got all the groupies
i bought a new rolex
now my old rolex tryna sue me
fashion on exotic
pistol on regardless
b-tches look like barbie
ricky bobby on my trolly

[future:]
tryna set a bando on fire
i’m just tryna get you so higher
money coming in, we get flyer
you must be tryna wife her like tiger

money on your head, you might get hit up today
you can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
in the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
my grandma seen me buy my first polo sweater, ayy
got my hand flooded, i
buy the whole projects, i
got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, i
charge the whole 30, i
got my n-gg-s workin’, i
got my b-tches down for whatever
i tried to hide the money and ran outta room
whatever!
i tried to hide the money and ran outta room
whatever!

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