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Fabolous – Ooh Yea Lyrics


[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous]
Right now, oh
Ooh yeah
Ooh, woah, ooh
Oh I like this
Hitmaka
Ooh, woah, ooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Fabolous & both]
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Talk to ’em Dolla $ign
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea
Let me tell ’em what I told ’em
Ooh ooh yea

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
What you want, what you want, bae?
Order like restaurants, bae
What’s a snack to an entrée?
Bought a Ghost just to haunt, bae
Know you ain’t a saint but you can get some Saint Laurent, bae
Know you smoke blunts but you been looking like a joint, bae
And I wanna hit it
Make sure you got it when they couldn’t get it, ooh yea
You coming with it
You always doing it, they never did it, ooh yea
Big mad or they lil’ mad
Drop a big bag on a lil’ bag, that’s too much for a new clutch
Came through for you I’m too clutch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Penthouse in Miami just to take you down, yeah, yeah
I Patek your wrist and I Philippe your Chow, yeah, yeah
Let’s go to the mall and ball like 80 thousand
All that ass clapping girl you know you childish
Who? Who [?] your name? (yeah)
Who bought you Alexander Wang? (Wang)
[?]
Kenzo, Gucci, Hermes and drop top in a Rari
I’m just sayin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & both]
I get bag after bag
Let the money talk for me I ain’t never have to brag, ooh yea
In my bag, in my duffle
So you know it’s gon’ be different when I cuff you, ooh yea
I might Rolex your left, yeah
Cartier your right, yeah
My city don’t sleep we can party there all night, yeah
Champagne for breakfast, bad bitch for lunch date
Really we just out here tryna function

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), hmm
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr), yea, yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr)


K Camp – Lyric Ave letras

October 7, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1]
First off I am not a rapper, second off we are not the same
Third thing, all you bitch niggas on the internet, you should be ashamed
Closet full of Alexander Wang
Louis loafers, you can say I changed
Louis jacket just to block the rain
Eatin’ lobster bisk with some champagne
RIP to Bankroll
Shit all day been chasin’ bankrolls
I ain’t even change, I’m in the same clothes
Young wild nigga these hoes can’t expose
Young wild nigga that came in on fleek
Gotta get that lil bitch out my sheets
Uber outside, I see you next week
Mover XL, you know a nigga cheap
Pull up to your function ridin’ in that foreign car
Shawty fuck me off that co-co, feel like Pablo Escobar
Ain’t no pressure I’ma still accept your ass for who you are
Now just hop in my jacuzzi lose the panties and that bra

[Interlude]
Oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2]
Bitch I’m that dude
King of pro tool
I am so rude
Feel like Goku
Lunch and no boo
Don’t do tofu
Say he know me but I don’t know old dude
Why you trippin’ man I swear she old news
Stop that bitch and girl you know you mine
Rollin’ stone, get my Rollie on
Rollin’ raw cone, drinkin’ red wine
But these niggas still know what’s happenin’
I’m not just rappin’
Expressin’ my emotions through some God damn captions
Ridin’ through the city and I’m God damn packin’
Cause I wish a nigga would nigga I’m God damn lappin’
On my way baby wish me well
Young nigga finally came out that shell
I’m the motherfuckin’ truth bitch, if you can’t tell

[Hook]
I got my change up
I got my name up
I wish a nigga tried to tell me that I change up
These bitches dangerous
Fuck me like I’m famous
Bought a brand new foreign so I had to switch my lane up
Change up
I got my change up, I got my change up, I got my change up
These bitches dangerous
Fuck me like I’m famous
Tell me why you hatin’ cause a nigga switched his lane up
Let’s get it

[Verse 3]
Bitch I’m on, they can’t help but hate
Round table with a full plate
I be in here, finest night chef
Shoutout (?)
Hand be so swift
Tokyo drift
Now I’m ridin’
Green on me add a thousand dollars
Young nigga got his money pilin’
When I seen a mil bitch I started robbin’

[Hook]
I got my change up
I got my name up
I wish a nigga tried to tell me that I change up
These bitches dangerous
Fuck me like I’m famous
Bought a brand new foreign so I had to switch my lane up
Change up
I got my change up, I got my change up, I got my change up
These bitches dangerous
Fuck me like I’m famous
Tell me why you hatin’ cause a nigga switched his lane up
Let’s get it

[Outro]
When are we gonna do Lyric Ave again
That was crazy last week
See you soon, call us, bye