‘Moulin Rouge’ Sets House Record As Broadway Holds Steady With $34M Box Office

18, at the Broadway, took in $779,522, like The Cher Show just over half of potential. King Kong, closing Aug. Attendance was at 79% of capacity;
The Musical, meanwhile, scored $1,987,914, setting an eight-performance record at the Al Hirschfeld Theatre. With an average ticket price of $191 (and a $499 top premium price) last week, the musical has bested its own box office each week since its June 28 opening. Moulin Rouge!
All figures courtesy of the trade group Broadway League.” />
In addition to Heidi Schreck's Constitution, other productions playing to full (or nearly full, at 98% of capacity or more) were Ain't Too Proud, Aladdin, Come From Away, Dear Evan Hansen, Hadestown, Hamilton, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Mean Girls, Moulin Rouge!, Sea Wall/A Life, The Book of Mormon, The Prom, To Kill a Mockingbird and Wicked.
What The Constitution Means To Me, closing Aug. 24 after two extensions at the Helen Hayes, grossed $508,597, a sturdy 86% of its potential, with attendance at 99% of capacity.
Adding to the tally was the $956,611 from five performances of Barry Manilow's 17-show engagement at the Lunt-Fontanne Theatre. Broadway box office held steady last week, with grosses of $33,730,889 and a total attendance of 270,067 for the week ending August 4.
Total attendance to date is 2,843,710, about 2% lower than last season at this time. Season to date, Broadway has grossed $342,927,090, down about 9% year to year.
11, at the Longacre. The Prom, closing Aug. An $809,522 gross reflected a decent last-chance uptick, with attendance at 98% of capacity;
The Cher Show, closing Aug. Attendance was at 74% of capacity; 18, at the Neil Simon, grossed $800,337, a few percentage points over half of its potential.
Manilow, in the final summer residency concert series at the theater, played to 81% of capacity, with an average ticket price of $157. 17. The engagement ends Aug.
Pretty Woman, closing Aug. Attendance at 75% of capcity; 18, at the Nederlander, took in less than half of its $1.4M potential, grossing $634,078.
Grossing $732,416, the production earned 72% of its potential; opening night is Aug. At the Hudson, the previewing Sea Wall/A Life, the pair of one-acts starring Jake Gyllenhaal and Tom Sturridge that ran Off Broadway earlier this year, played to nearly full houses (98% of capacity). 8.
The soon-to-depart productions include: Heading into their final weeks, Pretty Woman, The Prom, Be More Chill, King Kong, What The Constitution Means To Me and The Cher Show mostly saw little last-chance impact at the box office.
Be More Chill, closing Aug. 11, at the Lyceum. Last week's grosses were $544,745, 62% of potential, with attendance at 87% of capacity;

‘Mortal Engines’ Conks Out At The B.O. And Is Poised To Lose At Least $100M+: Here’s Why

For Jackson, who produced this movie with a capital ‘P’, solely devoting himself to it after finishing The Hobbit trilogy, he always saw a cinematic quality in the IP and owned the rights for roughly a decade before moving ahead with it in 2016. Rivers' working relationship with Jackson extends back to being a storyboard artist on Jackson's 1992 Dead Alive, and he served in various capacities for the Oscar-winning filmmaker, from winning a VFX Oscar on King Kong to directing second splinter units on such films as The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug and The Battle of the Five Armies. For Rivers, Mortal Engines was graduation day, and despite the pic's tanking, many say it has a lot to do with the material. Mortal Engines centers around a female protagonist, Hester Shaw (Hera Hilmar), and the concept of ‘cities on wheels’ at war, specifically London, which is leading the charge. Rivers is a filmmaker who knows how to work with VFX on a large canvas, and the best is yet to come from him. Jackson wasn’t looking to direct after The Hobbit, and so he entrusted the film to his long-time protégé, Rivers. The story is that Rivers first reached out to work for Jackson years ago, sending him illustrations.
However, they believe it could be much greater, in the neighborhood of $150M, after all ancillaries are factored-in down the road. Rival film finance sources project that should Mortal Engines chug its way to a global gross of $120M–and that's a lofty projection–it would still lose around $105M. Some film finance sources who were even asked to participate in the project claim that the production cost is even higher than the $110M being floated around.
The reason why Mortal Engines failed to fire up is inherent in the property itself, an early millennium Scholastic series of novels by Philip Reeve, which, as we can see from the pic’s global ticket sales, is not known or cared about by many. Mortal Engines' tanking was never a case of problems on the set, a director dropping the ball, or a producer losing sight of the project while juggling several others. Jackson and director Christian Rivers made the movie that they pitched, and Universal and Media Rights Capital were always behind them, fully aware that it was a risky concept from the onset.
The moral of Mortal Engines is that no matter how much audiences scream for original content, it's clear that they, unfortunately, just want more of the same: Branded franchises.
This weekend's mid-December release date is a familiar one for Jackson fans, as it's where his King Kong, Hobbit and Lord of the Rings pictures were launched. on the calendar). Not to mention, if this film was bound to fail, this weekend is the best date to open Mortal Engines, since it could conceivably be in line for the best multiple ever at the box office, given the Christmas season (Fox's 2016 clunker Assassin's Creed opened to $10.2M over the Christmas weekend and posted a 5.3x multiple of $54.6M; not enough for its $125M production cost, but the best that video game adaptation was apt to see at the B.O. "What film is this audience for?" is the question often asked by film financiers, and the assumption here was that fanboys, fan girls, and anyone who showed up for Jackson's Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit would be there. Many like to point the finger at distribution and marketing whenever a big project like this goes sideways, and again, with a Byzantine property like Mortal Engines, which did not hit a zeitgeist with young readers in the way that Hunger Games did, there's only so much lifting either department can do at a studio.
But here was an opportunity for Universal to extend its franchise footing with a world-creation series co-adapted by Jackson, and having him being solely devoted to the production gave them comfort. Universal, who had made such Jackson projects as The Frighteners and King Kong, took the leap of faith, and we hear it was an all-in meeting with a boardroom of executives from various departments on board, including distribution and marketing, when Jackson and Rivers first came in to talk about the project. Also, Mortal Engines was a female-led property, and those films, such as Hunger Games, Twilight, and ultimately Star Wars: Rogue One and Wonder Woman, have delivered at the global box office. Everyone knew the risk here: Obscure property, first-time director, and a fresh-face cast (Jackson, after all, is the guy who launched the careers of then-unknown Kate Winslet in Heavenly Creatures and Orlando Bloom in Lord of the Rings).
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The thinking by the production was that Jackson’s name on the project would get audiences into seats, and that clearly didn’t happen. Name a title since Avatar that has worked in this genre (By the way, Guardians of the Galaxy doesn’t count – it had the Good Housekeeping seal of Marvel, which put audiences into seats; from there, the film's soulful story of a young man lost in the universe away from his dying mother and enigmatic father sold itself, together with its zany colorful alien characters and great retro soundtrack). And Mortal Engines’ fate isn’t unlike a number of obscure and expensive sci-fi/fantasy projects that have tried and failed recently, including Valerian and Jupiter Ascending.
Heading into the weekend, social media monitor RelishMix saw the smoke looming over Mortal Engines online, reporting, "Moviegoers are unimpressed with Mortal Engines, particularly those who have seen the film already. They claim that the movie ‘borrows’ some plot lines, outright steals others, and has very little originality when it comes to plot and character development. Everyone is willing to admit that the visuals and effects are spectacular, but the overall question is, ‘What do effects matter if we don’t care about the characters or story?’ A great example of this sentiment is represented by another contingent, who advises they were downright confused by the multiple villains and their motivation.”
Uni cut their losses with an exposure of around 30%, with Perfect World and Legendary taking some of the heat in the slate financing, while MRC was in for 50%, we understand. Mortal Engines' trailers were unclear. Rolling cities is a zany concept. Who is she and why is she so cold? In Hollywood, at least, billboards and one-sheets were everywhere. But, again, it goes back to the challenges of selling world-building movies –Valerian, Jupiter Ascending, and Mortal Engines–and they all share the same problems of myriad storylines, making it hard for studio marketing to hang their hats on one angle and zeroing in on that. Some like to blame Universal's marketing, and that the changeover in executives earlier this year had the department prioritizing films like Jurassic World 2, Halloween, and The Grinch. What, exactly, was this movie about? How was that suppose to attract moviegoers to stop what they're doing and head to the theater? What were the one-sheets of Hester Shaw wrapped in a big flowing red scarf suppose to convey? Sources believe that the studio shelled out around $120M WW in P&A. However, Mortal Engines was trailered on Star Wars: The Last Jedi last year at this time, so it's not like the studio missed an opportunity in generating initial awareness for the film before the masses. And, by the way, it's not as though Uni didn't spend on this movie. Star Wars: Force Awakens and Rogue One, in displaying their fresh-face characters, had the advantage of the brand getting people in the cinemas.
This weekend, we’re seeing the Peter Jackson-produced, $110M+ Mortal Engines a casualty of its own ambition to create a brand new world on screen, with a disastrous opening of $7.5M and a running worldwide total of $42.3M. There is nothing more daunting right now in the current franchise-obsessed box office marketplace than launching an original piece of sci-fi/fantasy.
In typical fashion for most of these sci-fi films, it was chiefly older males who came out at 55% guys, 64% over 25. If the critics were more on board here, as they were for Christopher Nolan's Dunkirk, we could be looking at better numbers. And when you have a feature that's built for the price of this one, you need all quads. There was no disconnect between audiences and critics here, with Rotten Tomatoes at 28% Rotten and audience exits at a B- CinemaScore and 66% overall positive on Posttrak, and an awful 43% definite recommend from those who actually watched the movie.
Early during development, Jackson approached Media Rights Capital, who then staged the meetings with studios for co-financing. MRC has a history of swinging for the fences and delivering original, audacious experiences on the big screen. Warner Bros., which made Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit with Jackson to a combined near $5.9 billion global box office result, took an interest in Mortal Engines but couldn’t make the numbers work. Without them, we wouldn't have Baby Driver ($227M at WW B.O.), which proved that streaming-obsessed millennials will get away from their iPads and mobile phones and head to the multiplex for a unique action ballet of sound, music and cars.

Broadway Box Office Rings Up $34M; ‘The Ferryman’, ‘Lifespan Of A Fact’ Get Warm Welcomes

Jacobs Theatre (pictured above), both filling a goodly number of seats. The week saw two opening nights: The Lifespan of a Fact at Studio 54 and The Ferryman at the Bernard B.
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Season to date, Broadway has grossed $732,209,031, a jump of about 16% over last year at this time, with total attendance of 5,687,351 about 5% over last season. In all, paid attendance is at 90% of capacity, a touch better than last year's 88%.
21) was up from the previous week by the same percentage to 269,065, a strong 90% of capacity. Broadway box office continued apace as fall settled on the theater district, with a raft of recent arrivals helping to push grosses up a slight 3% over last week to $34,344,693. Attendance for Broadway's Week 21 (ending Oct.
The Lifespan of a Fact, starring Daniel Radcliffe, Cherry Jones and Bobby Cannavale, took in $808,088, managing a $5,034 bounce over the previous week despite press and opening night comps. Attendance of 7,494 was at 93% of capacity, with average paid admission at $108.
Average paid admission was $85. The ecstatically reviewed Ferryman, with 98% of the 8,152 seats filled, pulled in $682,369, a dip from the previous week no doubt reflecting those comps.
1 at the Hayes); American Son ($551,578, opening Nov. In previews were The Waverly Gallery ($393,430, opening Oct. 4 at the Booth); and King Kong ($673,686, opening Nov. 8 at the Broadway). 25 at the Golden); Torch Song ($258,730, opening Nov.
Hitting sell-out status (or near enough with at least 98% of seats filled with ticket-buyers; sorry Aladdin and Pretty Woman, so very, very close) were: Come From Away, Dear Evan Hansen, Hamilton, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, King Kong, Mean Girls, Springsteen On Broadway, The Book of Mormon, The Lion King and Wicked.

Moneybagg Yo – Wat U On Lyrics

Revenue touching my palms
[Outro]
Damn, Denaro Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Revenue touching my palms
[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
I know some hittas that’s ready to eat, right now as I speak (right now, right now)
I’m dripping, I’m leaking, I’m flashing my teeth, right now as I speak (I’m iced out by Johnny)
I used to trap off the back porch (backyard)
Now I got stamps on my passport (global)
I used to walk in the front door (then what?)
Finesse ’em and run out the back door (gone)
[Verse 4: Gunna]
We the bosses, you can’t boss over us
Get put in coffin, no more losses for us
Too many foreigns, nothing but options for us
The Spyder white with the pecan guts
I’ma ride, I’m the one you can trust
Homicide niggas stay in the cut
I came a long way from serving that dust
Too many shows, a young nigga booked up
[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Revenue touching my palms
[Verse 1: Gunna]
I hit up Moneybagg, we gotta go up
I made a mansion, move my my niggas they stuff
I balanced down and now I’m flying above
I might hit Magic and go throw me a dub
Pour some mud up, now I’m filled up with suds
Locked with them and finally got me a buzz
Golden child, niggas don’t wanna touch
You might can drip, but you don’t drip it like us
[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Designer down when I walk in the club
So many blue hunnids, they thought I was cuz
I’m balling, bitch
Fuck [?]
Blunt stuffed, looking just like a nub
Don’t try to come around when you get squeaked, can’t fuck with no leech
Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first class seats
[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? [Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? [Intro: Moneybagg Yo]
Tay Keith
Run that back, Turbo
Now I pull up in a foreign, foreign
Javar said, “pick up that bag”, right?

Gavin DeGraw – Making Love With The Radio On

One, two, three, four I tried giving up
Walked through quite enough
Had to call it a day
From an ex who showed up falling to
Grand piano falling on the edge of the parkway
Got no good advice Hotline called me twice
Said, "I went through the wall
Do you have a quote to lend me
Or a friend to send me?"
But I got no help at all
So I loosened my lips
And let a little prayer I memorized
Do what I just wished
And suddenly, to my surprise
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Snatched my medicine light it like Edison
Turned it right up to the sky
You’re my absolutely fictional
Pure perfection my Venetian boat ride
Blown out speakers and worn out tweeters
And still I get the effect
If you got my go-to living
Even get me in the spirit
Even if I’m a complete wreck
Don’t you call it a flaw
Everybody needs some a peace of mind
It should be the law
To take a little private time
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
I want to feel like this, so hold me forever
Emotions are real like this and flow like a river
And you are the only one
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that sound
Engine running and I’m homeward bound
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
With the radio
With the radio, with with the radio

Booba – Foetus (Autopsie 0 Album)

[Refrain]
Foetus je défierai quiconque
Beaucoup plus grosses que des balles de ping-pong
Je me frappe le torse comme King Kong
Charge comme Mohamed, Tyson, dès le ding-dong

[Couplet 1]
Parti du testicule droit, plus rapide que Michael Phelps
9 mois plus tard, pas de place pour les faibles
J’irai en prison à 20 ans
Pour l’instant je suis violet comme un billet de 500
J’ai des faux flingues je te tire dessus
En maternelle je mange du sable, je me pisse dessus
J’apprends à chasser comme un petit lionceau
Plus tard tu viendras me voir pour ta conso
Encore trop jeune pour qu’on me traite de sale renoi
Je me sens proche des negros plus noirs que moi
École primaire, élève de classe moyenne
Pour être au top je deviendrai mi-homme mi-hyène
J’ai peur du noir, du croque-mitaine
J’ai la trique devant les clips de Farmer Mylène
Je vois l’Afrique à la télévision
"Elle meurt peu à peu", disent ils dans leurs chansons

[Refrain]
Foetus je défierai quiconque
Beaucoup plus grosses que des balles de ping-pong
Je me frappe le torse comme King Kong
Charge comme Mohamed, Tyson, dès le ding-dong

[Couplet 2]
Très tôt je pars au bled, je reviens marqué
Blessé, je rentre en France pour les maquer
Public Enemy la sonorité
Je ne tolère ni uniforme, ni autorité
Ils ont Canal + en décrypté
Je fais mes courses aux puces, je suis dans la street à kritker
Pas de relation stable, elles viennent je les baise
Je dois rester focus, je monte sur tous les dièses
Les plus sages me disent de me ranger
Mais je suis déter’ sur le ter-ter, pas prêt de changer
Mylène Farmer ne me fait plus bander
Mc Hammer ne me fait plus danser
Par contre la rue me fera chanter
Elle me détruirera, me le dira, m’y fera penser
Je ne sais que mordre, on m’a interdit de lécher
Je veux pas de ton poisson, je veux que tu m’apprennes à pêcher

[Refrain]
Foetus je défierai quiconque
Beaucoup plus grosses que des balles de ping-pong
Je me frappe le torse comme King Kong
Charge comme Mohamed, Tyson, dès le ding-dong

[Couplet 3]
100-8 Zoo, les négros veulent B2O
Flow de grizzli, je rappe so easily
Meneur, leader, black entrepreneur
Inspiré par Martin Luther et Shawn Carter
La street mon premier amour
J’ai du la tromper, mais je l’aimerai toujours
Je me devais de communiquer
Ma self-education, ma rage de guerrier soninké
Des bancs de la school, au port de la cagoule
Des crayons de couleurs, aux uzis mitrailleurs
Flash back ! Du landeau à la Maybach
Du premier esclave au premier président black
J’ai souffert, d’autres ont souffert beaucoup plus
Pour eux je dechaîne l’enfer, les degrés Celsius
A César j’esquisse un rictus
Incline-toi devant le purple foetus

Alizee – La Guerre En Dentelles (5 Album)

Entre filles ça dézingue
Ça se règle à coups de flingue
Et ça en fait du Bang Bang
Entre filles ça se déglingue
Et c’est la loi de la jungle
Poupée vaudou, coup d’épingle
Entre filles c’est dingue

C’est la guerre des nerfs
Ça dégénère
C’est la guerre des demoiselles
La guerre en dentelle
Mais c’est la guerre quand même
C’est la guerre entre jupons
Entre copines ça se crêpe le chignon
Tout ça pour quoi ?
Tout ça pour un garçon

Entre filles ça tangue
Ça s’uppercut, ça s’étrangle
Ça joue à la guerre des gangs
Entre filles sonne le gong
Sur le ring ça fait Ding Dong
C’est d’la boxe, pas du ping-pong
Entre filles ça gronde

C’est la guerre des nerfs
Ça dégénère
C’est la guerre des demoiselles
La guerre en dentelle
Mais c’est la guerre quand même
C’est la guerre entre jupons
Entre copines ça se crêpe le chignon
Tout ça pour quoi ?
Tout ça pour un garçon

Soudain à ta porte sonne le gong
Dans ton judas la Joconde
Dans tes bras tombe une blonde
Elle a largué son King Kong
Ici ta rancoeur sucombe
Fini la guerre, l’hécatombe
On désamorce les bombes
Fini la guerre des nerfs
On récupère
On se rabiboche sur le dos d’un garçon

Twisted Insane – The Return (Shoot For The Face 2 Album)

[Intro: Twisted Insane]
Round Seven…

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
It’s the return
Tell me when the fuck is everybody finna learn
Ain’t nobody on my level he could be the devil i don’t gas shit to give them burn
Ain’t nobody wanna murder with the venom I’ll V-S a nigga, really want his turn
Send him on a mission nigga better listen if a nigga don’t then put him in an urn
I’m Godzilla
Adios a nigga mamacita when the fuck I tell em pull up on me get em in there with a 9 and then we met up at the rear roofing
Tried to hit the elevator comin’ to my floor got a couple rolled when I’m bout to blow
Hit the hallway then turn right, it’s no 210

[Bridge: Sarg Barz Reaction Video]
Whoohohoho!
That shit, WHAT!
This motherfucker is the truth bro’!
I can’t even like what..
I can’t fathom how fucking amazing this guy is bro’!
Why does he?.. he doesn’t get as much attention as other rappers…

[Verse 2]
It’s the return of the demon from the underground ain’t nobody higher
Get the sherm and I’m about to shit on niggas everybody steppin’ in the fire
I’m the top and I never drop might as well just go ahead and call me (sire?)
I’m the King Kong you the ping pong i am mordor (for the wire?)
Admire
Brainsick with the takeover holla redruM
Everybody wanna go again and get (?)
They ain’t ready you can tell it runnin’ from the fade and shootin’ for the face i got em tryna hit the gate and murder was the case and when you went to (run em?) another demented
Good riddance
Chop a nigga like i’m Jim Duggan with the hacksaw
Better back off fore’ i hack off nigga’s (?) like a rag doll

Future – That’s A Check (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
Pluto!
Tell ’em I go crazy
808 Mafia

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a check
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

[Verse 1: Future]
I got niggas dying for this (dying for this gang shit)
I just wanna shine for this
Ain’t gone waste no time in this (I can’t waste no time)
I done did some crimes in the streets
I told you from the jump its one thou
I could throw that up and make a pile
I just made a bad bitch pout
Hoes catch an attitude for this cash (woo!)
Tell me what she wanna do for this bag
Pussy so good girl you ain’t gotta ask
Make niggas spend a check on that ass
Make a nigga spend a check on that ass

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I put the Rollie on five-thirty in the morning (woah)
I really want it, I forgot I even bought it (woah)
Bought a block and I’ma die to pay the mortgage (woah)
Dead broke, you still alive it’s rigamortis (woah)
I got the choppers so don’t make me catch a body (woah)
I got the scoop, they say it shoots don’t get me started
I got the Bentley coupe, G-Wagon, and the Porsche
A nigga rich, the bitches brag on the boss shits
My condolences, I heard about your losses
Killing these niggas, Ricky Ross about to floss it
I got her pussy popping on my triple beam
Black bottles so you know we sipping lean
Drinking the yellow or the red, I want the green
All leather seats, and I’m on Promethazine
Lamborghini’s back to back look like a car race
Hundred room mansion, now I think I’m Scarface (boss)

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my neck

[Verse 3: Future]
All glass white house, sleeping with the tuna
Bad bitch by the pool, looking like a movie
Five-thirty A.M. putting all the rings on
I took your bitch, and gave her back to ya, I’m King Kong (super!)
Chandeliers on the back, by the ceiling
Make sure before I die my niggas got a million
These bitches chasing me like I’m a dream
I’m married to Freebandz, that’s forever
I got Floyd pulling up at the house on a yacht
A millionaire and I’mma have my way with these thots
Pull a chopper, put a few Dracos in them spots
You was coolin’ off, and I was warming up, now I’m hot
I got bitches like new shoes they cost a lot
I got shooters gonna make the news if they pop out
Too many diamonds on, they got me snowboarding
Tell ya fuck the kid but ain’t got nun’ to show for it

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

Future – That’s A Check Lyrics

[Intro]
Pluto!
Tell ’em I go crazy
808 Mafia

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a check
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

[Verse 1: Future]
I got niggas dying for this (dying for this gang shit)
I just wanna shine for this
Ain’t gone waste no time in this (I can’t waste no time)
I done did some crimes in the streets
I told you from the jump its one thou
I could throw that up and make a pile
I just made a bad bitch pout
Hoes catch an attitude for this cash (woo!)
Tell me what she wanna do for this bag
Pussy so good girl you ain’t gotta ask
Make niggas spend a check on that ass
Make a nigga spend a check on that ass

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I put the Rollie on five-thirty in the morning (woah)
I really want it, I forgot I even bought it (woah)
Bought a block and I’ma die to pay the mortgage (woah)
Dead broke, you still alive it’s rigamortis (woah)
I got the choppers so don’t make me catch a body (woah)
I got the scoop, they say it shoots don’t get me started
I got the Bentley coupe, G-Wagon, and the Porsche
A nigga rich, the bitches brag on the boss shits
My condolences, I heard about your losses
Killing these niggas, Ricky Ross about to floss it
I got her pussy popping on my triple beam
Black bottles so you know we sipping lean
Drinking the yellow or the red, I want the green
All leather seats, and I’m on Promethazine
Lamborghini’s back to back look like a car race
Hundred room mansion, now I think I’m Scarface (boss)

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my neck

[Verse 3: Future]
All glass white house, sleeping with the tuna
Bad bitch by the pool, looking like a movie
Five-thirty A.M. putting all the rings on
I took your bitch, and gave her back to ya, I’m King Kong (super!)
Chandeliers on the back, by the ceiling
Make sure before I die my niggas got a million
These bitches chasing me like I’m a dream
I’m married to Freebandz, that’s forever
I got Floyd pulling up at the house on a yacht
A millionaire and I’mma have my way with these thots
Pull a chopper, put a few Dracos in them spots
You was coolin’ off, and I was warming up, now I’m hot
I got bitches like new shoes they cost a lot
I got shooters gonna make the news if they pop out
Too many diamonds on, they got me snowboarding
Tell ya fuck the kid but ain’t got nun’ to show for it

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

Chief Keef – Loose

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m here to bring my dawgs out the cut with them sticks
I might just pop out the cut with your bitch
I’m up in the club, in the cut with the shits
Rolling whole pounds and I’m pouring whole bricks
I can’t talk to you, pussy boy, you’s a Narc
Think that you a shark, hit your ass with a dart
Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car
Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart
I got King Kong in my blunt
I got Donkey Kong in the trunk
I got (?) in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah
[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Reeese]
I love all my dawgs, GBE, bitch, that’s the clique
Hop out with that choppa, bitch, you swear I’m with the shits
Niggas flexing, man, they ain’t on shit
Ask that nigga, man, I been to fuck his bitch
If you knew better, you would do better ’cause it ain’t shit
Niggas tweaking, man, we hit ’em in they shit
Word around the town he run his mouth just like a bitch
(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch
Better not compare me to him, that nigga ain’t on shit
Same nigga, I’ve been with the shit
I can’t switch up, I know what I’m in for with the shit
Excuse all my niggas ’cause all they love is shooting shit

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Who that in the cut? Them my motherfucking dawgs
Hide your credit cards ’cause these niggas fucking frauds
Pussy, go and leap if you feeling like a frog
Cops pull me over, car looking like it’s (?)
Walk up to the stage and I’m feeling like a champ
No USPS but I’ll get any nigga stamped
I’m all about my motherfucking weed like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got bunny up in my cup
I’m a boss without the tux
I got some dawgs and I let ’em loose
Where the man? I gotta set some rules

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Bone crusher
He don’t know better
Go through your leather
If you knew better
I’m getting money now
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

Chief Keef – Loose (feat. Lil Reese) letras

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m here to bring my dawgs out the cut with them sitcks
I might just pop out the cut with your bitch
I’m up in the club, in the cut with the shits
Rolling whole pounds and I’m pouring whole bricks
I can’t talk to you, pussy boy, you’s a Narc
Think that you a shark, hit your ass with a dart
Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car
Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart
I got King Kong in my blunt
I got Donkey Kong in the trunk
I got (?) in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah
[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Reeese]
I love all my dawgs, GBE, bitch, that’s the clique
Hop out with that choppa, bitch, you swear I’m with the shits
Niggas flexing, man, they ain’t on shit
Ask that nigga, man, I been to fuck his bitch
If you knew better, you would do better ’cause it ain’t shit
Niggas tweaking, man, we hit ’em in they shit
Word around the town he run his mouth just like a bitch
(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch
Better not compare me to him, that nigga ain’t on shit
Same nigga, I’ve been with the shit
I can’t switch up, I know what I’m in for with the shit
Excuse all my niggas ’cause all they love is shooting shit

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Who that in the cut? Them my motherfucking dawgs
Hide your credit cards ’cause these niggas fucking frauds
Pussy, go and leap if you feeling like a frog
Cops pull me over, car looking like it’s (?)
Walk up to the stage and I’m feeling like a champ
Know you SPS but I’ll get any nigga stamped
I’m all about my motherfucking weed like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got bunny up in my cup
I’m a boss without the tux
I got some dawgs and I let ’em loose
Where the man? I gotta set some rules

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Bone crusher
He don’t know better
Go through your leather
If you knew better
I’m getting money now
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

Chief Keef – Loose Lyrics

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m here to bring my dawgs out the cut with them sitcks
I might just pop out the cut with your bitch
I’m up in the club, in the cut with the shits
Rolling whole pounds and I’m pouring whole bricks
I can’t talk to you, pussy boy, you’s a Narc
Think that you a shark, hit your ass with a dart
Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car
Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart
I got King Kong in my blunt
I got Donkey Kong in the trunk
I got (?) in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah
[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Reeese]
I love all my dawgs, GBE, bitch, that’s the clique
Hop out with that choppa, bitch, you swear I’m with the shits
Niggas flexing, man, they ain’t on shit
Ask that nigga, man, I been to fuck his bitch
If you knew better, you would do better ’cause it ain’t shit
Niggas tweaking, man, we hit ’em in they shit
Word around the town he run his mouth just like a bitch
(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch
Better not compare me to him, that nigga ain’t on shit
Same nigga, I’ve been with the shit
I can’t switch up, I know what I’m in for with the shit
Excuse all my niggas ’cause all they love is shooting shit

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Who that in the cut? Them my motherfucking dawgs
Hide your credit cards ’cause these niggas fucking frauds
Pussy, go and leap if you feeling like a frog
Cops pull me over, car looking like it’s (?)
Walk up to the stage and I’m feeling like a champ
Know you SPS but I’ll get any nigga stamped
I’m all about my motherfucking weed like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got bunny up in my cup
I’m a boss without the tux
I got some dawgs and I let ’em loose
Where the man? I gotta set some rules

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Bone crusher
He don’t know better
Go through your leather
If you knew better
I’m getting money now
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga