"SremmLife" (2015)

Lit Like Bic lyrics - Rae Sremmurd

Drinking on something
Why you gotta be drinking on something
If you chillin with me what the hell you doing sober
Oh girl you gotta be drinking on something or smoking on something,
Shorty gonna pop on something I ain’t trippin’ man
And I don’t give a fuck if she’s your girl that means
She’s drinking on something have you smoking on something

Lit, lit, lit
Lit like Bic
Sremm life shit
Been in by 6, 2 by 2, 4 by 4
Sremm life shit, don't answer that door
Neighbors keep knockin', hey
Bitches keep watchin',
Hoes keep jockin', uh huh
But the money keep flocking
They wishin' we was floppin’
I can see it on their faces, see it on they faces
I can point at different bitches,
And I bet they all from different places
Look at all this money,
Lit, lit, lit
Sremm life shit, Sremm life
Pop a chair and sit
Papa bear shit
I'm so grown, brand new car, I'm so on
Yea nigga what, all my niggas rich
All my bitches rich too, so you need a key to come visit
New life shit, test this cup
Test this cup, do it for us
Four-eyed damn, I'm twisted
Bad, I can feel it
Aquafina water, go ahead and pill it
Go ahead and pill it, do it if you dare
I just wanna lay it down and run my fingers right through her hair
Remove her underwear, lit, lit, lit
Lit sex yes, she show chest
Breathe in deep, geeked all week
Sunday night, Sunday fight
Argue, don't wanna argue
How could you, think that I would ever leave you
I see right through you, get money with the same crew
I fuck the same hoes like you
Switch them out once a week, I'm cool, oh
That's mint, I'm cool
Damn, midnight crew
Paint the Maserati midnight blue
Money pool, I'm 'bout to swim right through
Who are you?

Who say they got that stanky loud, I wanna smell it
You say you run your funky town, I'll let you tell it
Who really run the underground, I wanna lead ya
I really tryna bite the style, you know we see ya
Before I let my whole hood down, I’ll bring my team up
You say you run your funky town, we need to link up
I came from that dirty town, look how I clean up
I came from that dirty town, look how I clean up

Lit, lit like jeepers creepers,
Wild boy in a wife beater
Hoppin' out of that two-seater,
Toot, toot that's a new beamer
Bad bitches come see Jimmy,
Just might leave a tip with you
Lit, lit might spend a ticket,
See if these red bottoms fit you
I'm doin' numbers,
Sremm goin' bonkers
Better run for cover
I might run for governor
I need bottles, here on the double
I need bitches, here on the double
I need condoms, here on the double
Rae Sremmurd, that's double trouble

Lit, lit, lit
Lit like Bic
Sremm life shit
Been in by 6, 2 by 2, 4 by 4
Sremm life shit, don't answer that door

Unlock The Swag lyrics - Rae Sremmurd (feat. Jace Of Two-9)

Unlock, unlock, unlock

[Hook:]
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock

Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, unlock
Unlock the swag, unlock

[Slim Jimmy:]
I blow a lot, I chill, I sway, (sway)
How much cash do I make a day, (day)
Enough to brag, enough for tags
Six bands, I drop, Celine, big bags, (bags)
My pants, they bussin'
My bitch, she bluffin', keep lyin' for nothin'
I win, I'm winnin', I walk in Fendi
My head still spinnin' from last night’s Remy
Who got more guap, no flex, boy stop
Push off the lot with all you got
My leather is soft, my top is soft
Can’t speak too boss I dropped the sauce

[Hook:]
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock

Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, unlock
Unlock the swag, unlock

[Jace:]
Swag, swag unlock like I picked it
Twisted fingers gang sign, no picket
PAC, how a youngin’ gonna kick it
Sauced up shorty in here drippin’
Got ya shawty in here strippin’ off shrooms
And THE molly and some weed I got from Dylan
Bout to have a party so you better pay attention
So much Stussy on my body like I'm one of Sean’s children
I said I’m in here high the fuck you think
I said it’s purple inside of all my drinks
I said good gas the label all my blunts they stink like pew
Man I wouldn’t wanna be you I’m in London like a Beatle
Countin’ euros with my people
Rolling up blowing diesel
Been switchin’ up my cash my nigga
Been had Bape on my bag my nigga
Been had loud blunts on blast my nigga
You know what’s up don’t ask my nigga
I am perfect at picking a piece workin’ and rippin’ a beat
Crew worth a milli at least, money when dealin’ with me
Your girl is leaving with me it’s honestly easy to see
Swag unlocked and you know that I give her the key

[Hook:]
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock

Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, unlock
Unlock the swag, unlock

[Swae Lee:]
I curve your doobie, then blaze my own
Let's get it some Givenchy, droppin' racks, I'm clumsy
I'm drenched in money, she hate me, she love me
I'm rich, I'm young, I splurge for fun
Care less about your campaign
Enjoy myself, employ myself
Woke up last night, was all a blur
Four Seasons, three words
Do not disturb

[Hook:]
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock

Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, the swag unlock
Unlock the swag, unlock
Unlock the swag, unlock

No Flex Zone! lyrics - Rae Sremmurd

[Hook: Swae Lee]
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal and a gold bezel
I treat these hoes special, now ya ho jealous
Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter!

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Swae Lee, Lee Swae, it's the same difference
H2O, lean, same thing
Niggas throw sets and gang bang
Free everybody in the chain gang
Been two days since I laid down
Kool Moe Dee, five chains on
Versace, them rings on, say my fucking name ho
Yeah, them diamonds so cool, yeah that old school mine fool
Never heard about you, all my hoes they so rude
Tats all on me nigga, trill ass individual
Don't check on that nigga, sit on my Balmain zipper
Got a airtight schedule, fuck your bitch, just met her
Pink slip, no rental, got a L full of that killer
Beating on my chest like Magilla
Nigga, I am the gorilla of the village
Pack sound like heavy metal
Just killed the haters, God bless 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Slim Jimmy]
Young niggas got get to the money
Five chains on they look at me funny
Showed up with the juice and the troops
Roll a 7 every time I shoot
She said, "why you have so many condoms with you?"
I said, "I'm a player to be honest with you"
Hublot, (Whoo!) so shiny
Mind you, my crew right behind me
Went shopping, could've bought an island
Talking money when I'm with Italians
Spilling purple on the red carpet
And I'm flyer than a nigga on a hang glider
4-5-6-7 chains on, just stay in your lane ho
Don't you like these A Wangs? Don't you like these gold fangs?
You a well-known flexer, I'm a young trendsetter
These hoes, they reckless, they slick, they messy
Three hoes freak dancing, on the loud singing acapella
Chain clang like heavy metal
Sremm killed the haters, God bless 'em

[Hook]

My X lyrics - Rae Sremmurd

[Hook x2:]
My ex bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex bitch
My ex bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex bitch
My ex bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex bitch
My ex bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex bitch

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Your hoe shoulda never chose me, yea
And I shoulda never chose her, no
Now I'm in the same predicament that you was in back then when you was fuckin round with her
A hoe just gon' be a hoe, hoe
And a slut just gon' be a slut, slut
But now my money long, real, real, real long
And I just couldn’t give two fucks, two fucks
You shoulda had a check bitch
Hold on a second
You coulda had a check bitch
Hey, shoulda, coulda, woulda, yea
Now I'm with my next bitch, next bitch
And you just another name on a checklist
These hoes been tossed and thrown round, yea
Bitch oh PU, you so foul
How you gon' do all that and then put your hair down, down
S.M.H. is really all I got to say about you
Don't call my phone asking can we start over, huh
She interrupted me countin' my money, I had to start over

[Hook x2:]
My ex bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex bitch
My ex bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex bitch
My ex bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex bitch
My ex bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex bitch

[Verse 2: Slim Jimmy]
My ex bitch, must have been defected?
But my new bitch, look like Cinderella
She a dime bitch, ain't too much you can tell her
Upgrade everything, new whip, new bitch, new bezel
Got to lay a bitch out, it ain't nothin', I'm the real Hugh Hefner, hey
If it didn't work out, that's cool, cause my new bitch better, hey
Bitch you busted, it ain't no more red bottoms
No more overseas shopping, but yes, I still take that sloppy, sloppy
I know you see me in that 'rari cause it ain't no ceiling, no ceiling
When I see you in the city, it ain't no hard feelings
Hoe, you shoulda used your head bitch
Hey, you coulda had a check bitch

[Hook x2:]
My ex bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex bitch
My ex bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex bitch
My ex bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex bitch
My ex bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex bitch

This Could Be Us lyrics - Rae Sremmurd

[Intro:]
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na [x4]

Hey, Sremm life

[Verse 1 - Slim Jimmy:]
I've done it before, I've seen it before
Tears splashin' the floor when I opened the door for her
She acted like a whore and I’ma let her
Learn from Project Pat uh pimpin’ got her masters
Girl, improvise, look me in my eyes and lie to me
Lie to me, act like I'll believe anything
Sex on the beach and in the backseat
This could be us

[Hook: Swae Lee]
So back to what I was saying (Money make the world go round)
This could be us but you’re playing, (Money make your girl go down)
This could be us but you’re playing, (Money make the world go round)
I’m high, I hope I don't sound crazy (Money make your girl go down)
Fuck what them niggas were saying, (Money make the world go round)
This could be us but you playing, (Money make your girl go down)
This could be us but you playing, (Money make the world go round)
But shit, that's all I was saying (Money make your girl go down)
(And that’s just how it goes)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
New keys to drive this Mercedes
I ball like Tracy McGrady
Before I let a girl touch anything
She gotta say please, say please
And I know they really wish we would ball til we fall
I'm the big bad wolf there’s a full moon y'all
Toss the money in the air girl, watch how your dreams hit the floor
Wait til I get the buzz off this drug,
Damn girl, you way too fine for a local club
Killin' someone’s vibes should be a fuckin' crime
Wasting so much time should be a fuckin' crime

[Hook: Swae Lee]
So back to what I was saying (Money make the world go round)
This could be us but you’re playing, (Money make your girl go down)
This could be us but you’re playing, (Money make the world go round)
I’m high, I hope I don't sound crazy (Money make your girl go down)
Fuck what them niggas were saying, (Money make the world go round)
This could be us but you playing, (Money make your girl go down)
This could be us but you playing, (Money make the world go round)
But shit, that's all I was saying (Money make your girl go down)
(And that’s just how it goes)

[Bridge: Swae Lee]
Spin the bottle, spin the fuckin' bottle
If you the reason why it’s empty, baby, spin the bottle
Truth or dare, no, you don't want no problem
Spin the bottle, spin the fuckin' bottle
If you the reason why its empty baby, spin the fuckin' bottle
Truth or dare, no, no, you don't want no problem
You don't want no problem,
Bitch you might as well party

[Hook: Swae Lee]
So back to what I was saying (Money make the world go round)
This could be us but you’re playing, (Money make your girl go down)
This could be us but you’re playing, (Money make the world go round)
I’m high, I hope I don't sound crazy (Money make your girl go down)
Fuck what them niggas were saying, (Money make the world go round)
This could be us but you playing, (Money make your girl go down)
This could be us but you playing, (Money make the world go round)
But shit, that's all I was saying (Money make your girl go down)
(And that’s just how it goes)

Money make the world go round
Money make your girl go down [x2]

Come Get Her lyrics - Rae Sremmurd

Somebody come to the floor, it feels like we've met before

[Hook: Swae Lee]
Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come tip her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she's feelin' all the liquor

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Chopped and screwed up,
I'm a pot head, true enough, yup
At your ex crib, and ya boo'd up
Take it slow baby, we ain't in no rush
Henessy or Don Q, that's a very hard choice
for the diamonds on my pinky need a gang of cool points
In the drop head make em drop dare ya
You ain't scared, you ain't scared, you ain't scared, yuh
Believe me, I'm hot shit
You see me in action
I've heard a lot, a lot about you
Passin' round blunts like a hot potato
And you dancin' on the table gushin' like volcano

[Hook: Swae Lee]
Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come tip her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she's feelin' all the liquor

[Verse 2: Slim Jimmy]
You got girls in here, Im recruitin
And they fine, hop the line
I been sippin' on Patron and wine
I'm just tryna have a good fuckin' time, hey
I was chillin' with the open container, container
Grabbed her arm, told her not to be a stranger
I been blowin' on the dank with my niggas
I been lookin' for the girls who willin'
Baby girl, if you fuckin' with me then we getting bags, big bags
If you smokin' with me, then we on dabs, good dabs
I don't fuck with local hoes, I told you that
How you movin', you deserve a couple racks

Shit aye aye aye you better get your girls off me man
I thought she just wanted a picture
Don’t treat me like no lil nigga now
Sremmlife!!!

[Hook: Swae Lee]
Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come tip her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she's feelin' all the liquor

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
Hunnids on your face, baby girl, come and do that little thing that you was doin'
Hey, they was in this mother fucker trippin', what the hell they think we was doin'
It seem like we fuckin' in this club, baby girl, what they think that we doin'
You getting on my nerves with them questions,
Girl you know I'm tryna start a little movement

I Ain't got no business fuckin' with you,
Out the blue, you actin' brand new
Washington’s mean nothing to you,
Same way with us

[Hook: Swae Lee]
Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come tip her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she's feelin' all the liquor

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Up Like Trump lyrics - Rae Sremmurd

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Up Like Donald Trump, Word, Up, Up, Now you done fucked up

[Hook x2: Swae Lee]
Up like Donald Trump, Up, chain swang like nun chucks huh
She gon’ chew you up, yup, twerk like she from Russia
Don't get me wild up, up soldiers at a ten-hut
Look what you done uh, now you done fucked up

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Read my lips I do my own stunts
Bitch wanna go on a date
Pull up to SunTrust
Wear my hat to the front, yea, like I drive a truck
Like I drive a truck, all white Bentley truck
ATM go nuts, I do what I want, bitch
I say what I want, I grew up on pot
Kush smell just like must, turn it into dust
Man my style is tough, y'all hoe throw that puss
Twerk like she from Russia, try hard not to love her
But she so damn bad, I might have to cuff her
Rock like Billy Ray, that’s a nigga idol
Forbes list, Forbes list, Forbes list, Forbes
Read it like the bible

[Hook x2: Swae Lee]
Up like Donald Trump, Up ,chain swang like nun chucks huh
She gon’ chew you up, yup, twerk like she from Russia
Don't get me wild up, up soldiers at a-ten-hut
Look what you done uh, now you done fucked up

[Verse 2: Slim Jimmy]
Up like Trump, all of a sudden
Solo cup one boy to the purple
Bailmain’s clean as a whistle
Green ain't the issue; little bit of money make a difference
Nothing or something, it’s so hard to function with all of these hoes in the house
Fuck your assumption, my blood still rushin’, my heart still thumpin’
Up like Trump, giggin’ like Ike
Got a bitch twerkin' on skype
MGM every night, Sremm at the door, king of the swipe
Mother fuckers worry bout likes on their pictures
They ain't gotta equal dollars, or a nickel
They ain’t even gotta penny for the strippers
Yet they wanna pop bottles like winners
Check my pedigree, I always been a money fiend
All these fuckin rings, I'm shining like a fuckin’ king
Breaking down the kush, don't it look so plush
Take a couple puffs, up like Donald Trump

[Hook x3: Swae Lee]
Up like Donald Trump, Up, chain swang like nun chucks huh
She gon’ chew you up, yup, twerk like she from Russia
Don't get me wild up, up soldiers at a ten-hut
Look what you done uh, now you done fucked up

Up like Trump.

Throw Sum Mo lyrics - Rae Sremmurd (feat. Nicki Minaj & Young Thug)

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
Ass fat, yea I know
You just got cash, blow some mo'
Blow some mo', blow some mo'
The more you spend it, the faster it go
Bad bitches, on the floor, its rainin' hunnids
Throw some mo', throw some mo'
Throw some mo', throw some mo'

[Slim Jimmy:]
Hi, bye hater, I flood the club with paper
Shorty got an ass some for now and some for later, (delicious)
Something like Nicki’s, dancin’ like Maliah
How I'm throwing all this money, I’ma fuck around and buy her
I can flick the money all night til’ my wrist tired (tired)
If you put in work, this the night you gon' retire (retire)
You a bad bitch, I ain't even gon' deny ya
She told me throw that money, I said make it worth my while
I'm bout’ to empty out the ATM, (throw it throw it throw it)
She doin’ tricks that make a nigga wanna spend, (blow it, blow it)
Girl you know you got me fascinated,
Just keep on dancin' til I'm outta paper, (never)

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
Ass fat, yea I know
You just got cash, blow some mo’
Blow some more, blow some mo’
The more you spend it, the faster it go
Bad bitches, on the floor, its rainin’ hunnids
Throw some mo’, throw some mo’
Throw some mo’, throw some mo’
Throw some mo’

[Swae Lee:]
Franklins, raining on your body
Raining on your body
Raining on your body
Won't you do what I say
Start rubbin’ on your body
Hunnids on your body
But you need to get naughty
Hold up, hold on, her eyes on me
Is that your hoe, if so, I’ma get her before the nights over
DJ playin' my shit so I'm finna crank up off in the VIP zone
See the money go up and she dance on site
By the end of the night she on end though
Let me see you make it clap on tempo
Let me see you get low like limbo, (work)

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
Ass fat, yea I know
You just got cash, blow some mo’
Blow some mo’, blow some mo’
The more you spend it, the faster it go
Bad bitches, on the floor, its rainin’ hunnids
Throw some mo’, throw some mo’
Throw some mo’, throw some mo’
Throw some mo’

[Thugger:]
Come here hoe, mistletoe
I got birdies, crows
Lil bitty bitch wanna jump on this dick
I'm like boo let's get it, let's get it
I got these bitches kissing on these bitches
I can't even count em’ I fuck by the digits
Swag, terrific, I might fuck this bitch in the kitchen
Baby don't use dirty dishes or else you might whip up a brrrr
My neck, my wrist is a brrrr
She wanna fuck my dawg I'm like rufff
Panoramic roof I drive the coupe too
Pull up with a bitch that look like New New
Its okay if I lie to you bitch my swag the truth
Aye she come right back that’s what them diamonds do
50,000 on 50 niggas no caliber

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
Ass fat, yea I know
You just got cash, blow some mo’
Blow some mo’, blow some mo’
The more you spend it, the faster it go
Bad bitches, on the floor, its rainin hunnids
Throw some mo’, throw some mo’
Throw some mo’, throw some mo’
Throw some mo’

YNO lyrics - Rae Sremmurd (feat. Big Sean)

[Hook: Slim Jimmy]
Used to have to eat cold meals
Now a nigga off in gold seals
Countin' up money getting' chills
We some young niggas on for real

Tokyo drift through the hills
Used to have to walk no wheels
Now my whips for the crib
Young niggas on for real

Hunnid dolla bills
Young, young, young niggas on for real, aye
Hunnid dolla bills
Young, young, young niggas on for real, aye

Tokyo drift through the hills
Used to have to walk no wheels
Cameras outside my crib
Young niggas on for real

[Verse 1 - Swae Lee:]
I showed them bitches better than I ever coulda told them bitches
Corduroy’s and Cartier’s back then muthafuckas never shared my vision
But what you ridin' in a space ship and where ya damage from Saudi Arabia
Oh you den came up and put ya niggas on
Now you gotta crown and a chinchilla on
A1 since day 1 we stayed down so we came up
Some of them niggas won't make it withcha they'll lose hope and they'll change up
I can see these niggas hatin' but as you can see the bad bitches love it
They ain't let us in the buildin' back then our names on the flyer if we comin, Rae Sremm
I tried to tell them I was gonna be something they used to look at me and laugh
All them hoes in the city don’t really love you unless you got some cash
That’s brand new paint nigga don't smudge it
Mufuckin pants cost 8 somethin'
That's my money so they can't say nothin
That’s my money so they won’t say nothin'

[Hook: Slim Jimmy]
Used to have to eat cold meals
Now a nigga off in gold seals
Countin' up money getting' chills
We some young niggas on for real

Tokyo drift through the hills
Used to have to walk no wheels
Now my whips for the crib
Young niggas on for real

Hunnid dolla bills
Young, young, young niggas on for real, aye
Hunnid dolla bills
Young, young, young niggas on for real, aye

Tokyo drift through the hills
Used to have to walk no wheels
Cameras outside my crib
Young niggas on for real

[Verse 2: Slim Jimmy]
Young niggas on pull up on yo ass unannounced in a foreign I don't know where I'm goin
Hit the gas can I hear the engine runnin no, livin' fast I ain't thinkin bout tomorrow, no
Used to be a nigga wantin’ 20 inch rims
Now we got accountants out here for Rae Sremm
All in the mall Neiman Marcus shoppin’
Came a long way from them outta street apartments
Everybody got a dream that they chasin', run to it
And everybody got a muthfuckin' hater
They wanna see your dreams burn into ashes
I can't wait to see they faces when I pass em
Boy you shoulda took a young nigga serious
Now young niggas on for real
They wasn’t fuckin with a young nigga then
They can't fuck with a young nigga still
I used to tell them I was gonna be somethin'
They used to look at me and laugh
And all them hoes in your city don't really love you untill you countin' cash, hunnids
That's brand new paint nigga, no smudgin
My mother fuckin' pants cost eight hunnid
That's my money, bitches can't say nothin'
That's my money bitch you can't have nothin'

[Hook: Slim Jimmy]
Used to have to eat cold meals
Now a nigga off in gold seals
Countin' up money getting' chills
We some young niggas on for real

Tokyo drift through the hills
Used to have to walk no wheels
Now my whips for the crib
Young niggas on for real

Hunnid dolla bills
Young, young, young niggas on for real, aye
Hunnid dolla bills
Young, young, young niggas on for real, aye

Tokyo drift through the hills
Used to have to walk no wheels
Cameras outside my crib
Young niggas on for real

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Look, moving in slo-mo but I still get away faster than you
So you never would know though
She's slowing it down just to ask for a photo
Just know that I'm fucking not maybe, for sure though
Soldiers on me like I'm fresh out the dojo
She think I'm beautiful chocolate skin coco
Don't get it fucked up, put your ass in a chokehold
Players only live once so I wear Polo
Polo Polo Polo Polo
My girl is from SoCal, my outfit from SoHo
And I got dough, that shit is stashed in the crib
And it won't leave the house like its fucking DiGiorno
Hell yea nigga that's all me
I’m from where big problems get handled with a small fee
Started with the squad now I got the whole team tight
Stuck to the plot, stuck to the script and I don't even screen write

[Hook: Slim Jimmy]
Used to have to eat cold meals
Now a nigga off in gold seals
Countin' up money getting' chills
We some young niggas on for real

Tokyo drift through the hills
Used to have to walk no wheels
Now my whips for the crib
Young niggas on for real

Hunnid dolla bills
Young, young, young niggas on for real, aye
Hunnid dolla bills
Young, young, young niggas on for real, aye

Tokyo drift through the hills
Used to have to walk no wheels
Cameras outside my crib
Young niggas on for real

No Type lyrics - Rae Sremmurd

[Intro: Swae Lee and Slim Jimmy]
Yah
Bad bitches is the...(Yah)

[Hook: Swae Lee]
I ain't got no type (Nah)
Bad bitches is the only thing that I like (Woo)
You ain't got no life (Nah)
Cups with the ice and we do this every night (Hey)
I ain't check the price (I got it)
I make my own money so I spend it how I like (Woo)
I'm just living life (Hey Hey)
And Let my momma tell it nigga I ain't living right (Yup)

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Chop the top off the Porsche, that's a headless horse
Extendo long as an extension cord
Bitch I ball like Jordan
And I play full court
And if you not my type then you know I got to keep this shit short
What you know about a check? What you got up in your pocket?
What you spending when you shopping, dawg?
Why you wanna go flex like you all in the mix?
Like you got some shit popping off
I got some models that you see up in the movies and they want to make a flick for the camera
Wanna be Kim Kardashian, heard I was living like a bachelor

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Slim Jimmy]
Spend it how I like (Yah)
Sinning every night (Yah)
Push-start the whip (Hey)
Brought it straight to life (For life)
Blowing on the kush (Blow)
Till I'm out of sight (I won't go)
I don't check the price (Bitch)
All I do is swipe (Woo)
She said, "Whats your type?" (Yah)
I said "I like what I like!" (Yah)
I don't second guess (Nah)
I just roll the dice (Keep it movin')
Keep your two cents (Hey)
Take your own advice (Hey)
I've been living life (Yah)
Like I live twice

[Hook]

[Outro]
I ain't got no type [x2]
And Let my momma tell it nigga I ain't living right

Safe Sex Pay Checks lyrics - Rae Sremmurd

We just wanna party, word

[Hook x2: Slim Jimmy]
Bottles on bottles, free shots for everybody
Got enough for everybody, we crankin’ up the volume
Turn the music up louder, get loose and move your body
Get loose and move your body
We crankin’ up the volume

Safe sex and pay checks is what it's all about
Don't forget about
Safe sex and pay checks

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
I bought the bar I bought the hoe so a nigga can’t tell me shit
Just pour me up the ace, that cheap shit makes me sick
I even let your bitch keep the gold bottle, gold pack no lifestyle
Came to the club with my dawgs, then we gon’ ball till we fall
OG purp on me, Steve Urkle have a young nigga geeked
These girls they DTF, they drank got them feelin' theyself
This night life shit ain’t new to me, all the bad bitches get loose with me
Say you do this every night you gotta to prove it to me
Say you bout that life you gotta prove it to me

[Bridge:]
Shot shots shots shots
Now let's fucking party
Shot shots shots shots
Now let's fucking party
Shot shots shots shots
Now let's fucking party
Shot shots shots shots
Now let's fucking party

[Hook x2: Slim Jimmy]
Bottles on bottles, free shots for everybody
Got enough for everybody, we crankin’ up the volume
Turn the music up louder, get loose and move your body
Get loose and move your body, we crankin’ up the volume

Safe sex and pay checks is what it's all about
Don't forget about
Safe sex and pay checks

[Verse 2: Slim Jimmy]
Rockstar life, fuck who don't like, fuck it
Party all night, party all night
I came here to have a good time
Good smoke, good vibes, that’s a good life
Somehow I got the sack past security
Now I'm jumpin’ up and down off the Hennessey
Now I'm jumpin’ up and down off the Hennessey
I'll probably wake up in the morning with no memory
Double shots, no chasers
We party hard in the A.M.
Safe sex, no babies, everybody go crazy
Get wasted

[Bridge x2:]
Chug, chug, chug
Don't stop til’ you get enough
Don't stop til’ you get enough
Don't stop til’ you get enough

[Hook x2: Slim Jimmy]
Bottles on bottles, free shots for everybody
Got enough for everybody, we crankin up the volume
Turn the music up louder, get loose and move your body
Get loose and move your body, we crankin up the volume

Safe sex and pay checks is what it's all about
Don't forget about
Safe sex and pay checks

Rae Sremmurd other songs:

By Chance lyrics - rae sremmurd

[Intro:]
World fucking premiere

[Chorus - Swae Lee:]
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan man
Do you know him by chance?
A Ziploc full of kush
Are you plugged in, by chance?
Bad bitch with a sun tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan man
Do you know him by chance?
A Ziploc full of kush
Are you plugged in, by chance? Swae

[Verse 1 - Swae Lee:]
Pick a price for me, please
We can spend whatever
Camera lights bounce off my shiny bezel
Kill the lights, would you? I am on my level
Flexing like I've been up in the gym forever
All these bitches give me brain, damn they sure is clever
I took a bitch out, let her shop til she drop
All these big bags come at once like nonstop
Riding droptop so I can't even hotbox
We can spend whatever
Young Swae Lee, damn, check out my bezel
I blow lots of cash cause I won't live forever, do it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Slim Jimmy:]
I'm coming through with cash, damn my pockets got a leech
You tryna roll with me, you gotta be a 10 at least
Mona Lisa with a Visa vibing to the beat
No she not a keeper, she just my little freak
Hotbox the coupe and we fucking in the Jeep
I do what I do, and the bitches dig it
Straight out the blue, I got your attention, she love it, man
Was it the coupe or the watch glistening?
I'm winning, mane, I'm winning, chain yellow like the Simpsons
I'm pimping like I'm Lennon, got a lot of foreign women
They can't control my spending, fuck it, I ain't got no limit
Tipping, Slim Jimmy!
We can spend whatever

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Name a price, we can spend whatever
Since I am, let's spend forever
Since I lost, it's been forever
Yeah, we can spend forever, Swae

Illest Walking lyrics - Rae Sremmurd

[Swae Lee:]
Ok, ok now we finna take off
Ok, ok now we finna crank up
Crank up

[Hook - Swae Lee:]
Illest nigga walking with that check up (Oh my God)
Stash a dirty dancer in that Tesla (Aye aye aye)
Got that gasoline, I'm 'bout to spark up (Burn up)
And I see some demons 'bout to pour up (Pour up)
Ok, now we finna crank up (Crank up)
Ok, ok now we finna crank up (Go, go)
Okie dokie spaceship clear for take off (Crank up)
Ok, ok now we finna crank up (Oh my God)

[Swae Lee:]
Yeah, Swae
Dressin' like we rich, filthy rich, just lit up a spliff
You not smokin' loud, keep that to your motherfuckin' self
I'm jumpin' off the roof with the African Vodka
Make your baby mama do the macarena, woah
Lookin' in the mirror young nigga so dope
Man 12 came bangin' at the door, woah
Auto park the Audi, if I shit on you I'm sorry
Take your main bitch in a heart beat
She want me to see her body like my name Ozzy
I'ma hit her with the kamikaze
Then I'm bout to hit it in my Alexander
I don't know why you niggas playin'
When you know them young niggas fuckin' show up any minute

[Hook]

[Slim Jimmy:]
Slim
Flexin' like you rich, filthy rich, but you not legit
Take a look around, it ain't too many real niggas left
I'm hotter than whoever or whatever, it don't matter
If I said it, then I motherfuckin' mean it
I'm towerin' in the clouds lookin' down at you clowns
I been up here for a motherfuckin' minute
Drive the 'Rari backwards
I took flexin' to a whole 'nother level
Get so high, gotta run it by NASA
Pockets so fat on my before and after picture
Should I send the money sky divin'
Franck Muller perfect timin'
I don't know why you niggas playin'
When you know them young niggas bout to show up any minute

[Hook]

No Flex Zone (Remix) lyrics - Rae Sremmurd (feat. Nicki Minaj & Pusha T)

[Swae Lee:]
Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel
I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous
Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter!

When I slide down the ave I'm fuckin' trippin' (damn)
Maserati bat black, all I wanna know is where the cash at?
TNT tucked in my 'rillo, hundred racks under my pillow
Different styles, I'm so versatile, nigga you know like I know
Jimmy, Lil Swae, hoes on the chase
Cash in the air make her forget her date
Heard of my plan, she fuckin' with me anyway
If she thicky like Nicki I put that pussy on my plate
How you not notice the flyest niggas in the place?
I hit the liquid and started drippin' into space
Hublot tickin', blowin' kisses at your baby
Have fun, shotkilla like Mike reincarnated
Throwin' out a fuckin' end
I'm blowin' money in the wind
I'm sick of wearin' skinny jeans
I'm more into wearin' Louis V's
These hoes don't fuckin' listen
These niggas don't pay attention
These bitches are not yours
We keep them on all fours
Breakin' down', rollin' up potent
Sippin' champagne like soda, poppin' red bitches like cola
Trunk beat like Eardrummers
Sremm killed the haters, God bless 'em
Mothafuckas still all in my bone marrow
Flyin' through the air like a fuckin' air devil
All these broke niggas just fish in a barrel
Run back up and I turn into a bezel

[Hook - Swae Lee:]
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal and a gold bezel
I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous
Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter!

[Nicki Minaj:]
Hell no you can't use my lip gloss
Pop a perc' now I'm on lift off
Ass still fat, it's on Rick Ross
You bitches, make a nigga dick soft
Bitch ball like I'm at tip off
Get it wet, then I rub the tip on
Rag and Bone jeans I can slip off
Bitch I've been hot since flip phones
Running this game for 5 years
Guess that's why my feet hurt
Wonder when they bite me
Do these bitches' teeth hurt?
Yes I am an icon, that's me on your T-shirt
...THOUGHT YOU KNEEEEEEWW BET-TER!
Do your fucking research
You ain’t know this the no rip zone
This the "You can’t beat Nic” zone
Madison Square when the Knicks home
I live next door to Brad Pitt’s home
I like bad bitches, cause they like bad bitches too
I like hood niggas, with a bad attitude
They could never reach Young Nick, magnitude
Even if they had a longitude, latitude
Listen up ho, this is my territory
You are my son, like an episode of Maury
Like an episode of ER, bitch I’m hotter than the D.R
When it comes to rap skills, nobody wanna see her (seer/CR)
Motherfuckers flexin, motherfuckers acting (actors, A.R)
Bitches is my sons and they causin' contractions
Ain’t pushing out, I'ma give them to the clinic
Cah wait, we nuh rate dem gyal and dem gimmick
Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone
This nigga keep staring at my phone
But if you’re ugly it’s a no text zone
It’s a no sex zone, it’s a no flex zone
Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone
This nigga keep staring at my phone
But if you’re ugly it’s a no text zone
It’s a no sex zone, it’s a no flex zone

[Hook]

[Pusha T:]
Who ain't waiting on King Push?
Got niggas checking for them new flows
Sold more dope than the old Jigga
Now niggas calling me the new Hov
Let the coupe go, planetarium
Let the roof go like Cesarean
Clear my section nigga, no flexing nigga
Just a hunnid bottles they carrying
Cross the border like I lost a daughter
This foreign nigga, he ain't know better
Him pick and choose where them bullets fly
I lose the plane on this fool nigga
Bought dope with my album budget
Play Cloths was the blueprint
Four million in four seasons
Fuck who care for my fashion sense
Tell a ho come and swim in the money (splash)
Broke niggas just stop at the heel
I could body paint you in them name brands
And put a red bow on the wheels
See I'm just in and out, I call a rent a mouth
Suck the ice out of a bezel
Use my rap persona, fuck baby mommas
Still killin' haters, God bless em'

[Hook]