G-Eazy – Wasabi lyrics

(huh?)
I don’t know, really, I don’t mean to brag
So sag, couldn’t choose, so I had to pop both tags
When I walk up in the store, fill up the whole bag
Had a whole lot of money in a throw bag
Lemme get it, pull up in the front, we gotta go fast (yeah)
Camera, flashin’ lights, action
Paparazzi causing havoc
Can’t imagine goin’ back to strugglin’, redefining fashion
I was broke, now I got some bands (yeah)
Make it rain, do this money dance (huh?)
Take a vid and put it on the ground (whoa)
Might be around the world, ’cause I’m Global Dan (ayy)
Noddin’, I’m off, like it’s Nesquik (skee!)
Then I move on to my next bitch (yeah)
I dip it right through the exit (err!)
Fuck around and this shit can get hectic
[?] like it’s Cali, too hottie (ayy)
I was chilling with a couple of thotties (huh?)
It was me and G, willin’ the lobby (yeah)
Nose burning like we sniffin’ wasabi
[Pre-Chorus 1: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
Pullin’ up in them cities (uhh)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)
[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please
[Pre-Chorus 2: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Pullin’ up in them cities (yeah)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)
[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please Global Dan)
[Pre-Chorus 1: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
Pullin’ up in them cities (uhh)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)
[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please
[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Rockstar in my skinnies (yeah)
She gon’ show me them titties (yeah)
New Ferrari’s and Bentley’s (yeah)
I’m all night like Denny’s (yeah)
Rest in peace Mac Dre (yeah)
Rest in peace Mac Dre (yeah)
Shed a tear on November 1st, will always remember that day (yeah)
Send me pics and I show the team
She bought it all when I sold the dream
Most of y’all don’t even know what’s clean
I’m in new Gucci and some old Supreme
Been hyphy like ‘Way’ Perk’
And I’m off the brown when I pour the Heem (yee!, yeah)
Bitch, I’m rich, I pay fifteen hundred just for the jeans (yeah)
Oh my god, I put some [?] in my chase
All that debt just got erased
Get the fuck out of my face (ayy ayy)
I might go cop a McLaren (ayy)
Just to go run me some errands (ayy)
Bitch, why the fuck is you starin’? (ayy)
Bitch, why the fuck is you starin’? [Pre-Chorus 1: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
Pullin’ up in them cities (uhh)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)
[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please
[Pre-Chorus 2: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Pullin’ up in them cities (yeah)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)
[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please
[Verse 2: Global Dan]
(ayy) All of my money be blue (boom!)
All of my bitches be bad (bad)
Why they be stealin’ this swag? (feat.

Stik Figa – James Lemonade (feat. Homeboy Sandman & Quelle Chris) (Central Standard Time Album)

[Chorus]
Rap like this rap like this
Nope, they can’t rap like this
Rap like this I rap like this, yup, no they can’t rap like him
Rap like this can’t rap for free
Rap for free? need cash to eat
So, I, tax a fee, can’t rap for free no

[Homeboy Sandman]
Dehydrated from crocodile tears
I’m on Stones Throw, peace to Mello and Rhymesayers
We the best, this Stik and Quelle place I be the guest
Broadcasting from a depth that’s anybody’s guess
My arms are yet against, these tricks are things I learned in special ed
Delivered into a special blend and laid out in a never-ending spread
That started with the slice of a mosquito bite I scratched until it bled
Don’t say ‘yuck’ say ‘what’s up!
I write off ancient histories and mix three different teas
And known for harmonizing different tones and different keys
And finding missing seeds
I spotted on a milk carton to proud to beg pardon
If you don’t get it you don’t get bargains. I leave a carbon footprint the shape of a woodwind instrument
No event where I’m around ever went down without incident

[Chrous]
Rap like this rap like this
Nope, they can’t rap like this
Rap like this I rap like this, yup, no they can’t rap like him
Rap like this can’t rap for free
Rap for free? need cash to eat
So, I, tax a fee, can’t rap for free no

[Quelle Chris]

You trap like the A, lean like the H bang like LA
You visit the Bay now Mac Dre was the greatest to do it
On Dilla Day you claim the first nigga banging his music
Before it was cool, you dont even rap
Your ghostwriter rap, and he rap your raps better than you
You got no style, you say you the future, you sound like now, you sounding like Future
You ripping off styles, that MLK Ultra who shot ya?
What type of camera for what publication?
The hairstyles buggin’ the press is amazing
Don’t ask bout the music, who cares bout the music?
We push it they play it we keep the shit moving
What’s poppin’ my paparazzi, cracking my crack baby?
What’s trending my minion? What’s happenin’? old re-runs I get it
You hot for the minute cause you copy what’s hot for the minute
Trying to hop to the top of the popular charts. I dig it
Don’t rap like this, ho!
You rap like this stay in your lane, bro
Write with the lames you used to be dope, what changed?
Guess to eat you gotta bite is the name of the game
Keeping it G, keep nig-a-ro please on tap
That Savion Glover turn Man Tan money no lack
We gas face fellas like dust to umbrella’s you wish
To rap like this go backpack this
Can’t rap like this, please

[Stik Figa]

Might make a masterpiece with Master P
On Mello Music Group package it for mass release
Massive reach, each atom in my anatomy
Was pulled in Adam’s eve, I walk a path no man can lead
They asking me "Brodie, what’s the strategy?"
Or "Homie, what’s happening when you catch the beat?"
The game to be sold without the batteries
If I say anymore that’d be a data breach
I make a racket cause cats is half asleep judging books by covers, even the graphic tee
I’d rather have me a ratchet with a tacky weave than a pageant queen that was in a fashion magazine
Now hand me the cash don’t try and flatter me
I’m just staying active hardly past my peak
You lack a leg to stand on, I had to speak
Laughing at theses amputee’s saying that they ran the streets

Que – Donuts On Melrose (Bonus Track) (The Dogfather Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
I pour mud in all my drinks
I got a bedroom at the bank
I took my side bitch overseas
Just so I could make her roll my weed
I got lost inside my house
Playing golf inside my house
My garage look like a showroom
My whole spot smell like a grow room

[Verse 1]
Bottle of Chanel for my newborn
I like my pussy when it’s lukewarm
Break the bowl like I got two arms
Bought some white boys and popped two of ‘em
All my bitches give me keys
Stuffin’ racks inside my Fendi jeans
Four five on me with the lemon squeeze
I want records, I hate sipping green
Bought a new spot just to fuck in
Won’t come in if I can’t bring my cup in
Signing deals all on my cellphone
Doing donuts all on Melrose
[Hook]
I pour mud in all my drinks
I got a bedroom at the bank
I took my side bitch overseas
Just so I could make her roll my weed
I got lost inside my house
Playing golf inside my house
My garage look like a showroom
My whole spot smell like a grow room

[Verse 2]
Might swap that Audi for that G-Way
Had your bitch, she let me teabag
I’m in crowds with 20k on
Told my bitch don’t make me go Mac Dre on her
Keep that pole with me, ain’t gon’ play with it
Especially if I got my gold on, I got to stay with it
Keep Chanel bags for my lady
Louis bag and [?]
Sippin’ drank in my jacuzzi
When I ain’t got none I be moody
You can’t afford my hoes, they boojie
Half a milly for the car, and it smoking [?]

[Hook]
I pour mud in all my drinks
I got a bedroom at the bank
I took my side bitch overseas
Just so I could make her roll my weed
I got lost inside my house
Playing golf inside my house
My garage look like a showroom
My whole spot smell like a grow room