"Unchanging Love" (performed by Mavado) Song lyrics -Dj Khaled

Unchanging love, unchanging love
Almighty through there now
Almighty through there now
Almighty irie, me told, oh
Mightier though

Once I was younger
Now I'm older, yeah
'Cause of you, my chains have broken
You were there with the arms wide open
Unchanging love, more than a blessing
'Cause of you my chains have broken
You were there with your arms wide open

I was so confused, I jumped in the edge
So caught in a world full of hate?
Used to make the wrong choices along the way
I know that I gotta make a change
Finally the loving inside
I started to do some meditation
But it was you 'pon side
Cuff 'em in the outside

Once I was younger
Now I'm older, yeah
'Cause of you, my chains have broken
You were there with the arms wide open
Unchanging love, more than a blessing
'Cause of you my chains have broken
You were there with your arms wide open

If it wasn't for your love
I wouldn't have made it through, ooh
If it wasn't for your love
I might wanna make it through, ooh
If it wasn't for your grace and your mercy
That kept me through
I couldn't do it all on my own
I couldn't do this all alone

Once I was younger
Now I'm older, yeah
'Cause of you, my chains have broken
You were there with the arms wide open
Once I was younger
Now I'm older, yeah
'Cause of you, my chains have broken
'Cause of you, my chains have broken
I was young
Now I'm old
I was young
Yeah, yeah

"Interlude" (performed by Belly) Song Lyrics - Dj Khaled

Yeah, look
Straight out the holy land to holdin' grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans with goals and plans
Lonely man, remember bein' my only fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the golden hand
Blood in the soil is over oil
Cold-hearted, my blood boils
The spoils of war are used to take the drugs out the foil
Man these arms can't reach you, AR's won't recoil
Goddamn, I might marry a heiress and move to Paris
Fuck the carriage baby, let's go disappear and just perish
Thirty karats in the gold
I wear it to cherish the kings from which we inherit
My chariot is McLaren
It's all numeric
Talkin' numbers, you incoherent
Don't be embarrassed, I blame your parents for even caring
Or not aborting, ah fuck it, it's not important
My vital organs can't even tell if it's night or morning
Final warning, final warning, final warning
Every morning you'll awake and await mourning
We earn it then we burn it to ash
I call it urn money
My dog called 40 before he turned 20
Money is earned, the rest is inherited
Hashish come from Marrakech, all my kush is American
Man I feel like a therapist, pistol on me like Maravich
I careless, I'm so perilous with all of this arrogance, goddamn
Money, hoes, that's something that you can't chase
I ain't shit but let you eat from the same plate
If you ungrateful then you ain't great
Me and Khaled come from the same place
Huh, holy land, holy land
Back when I was holdin' grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, holy land
My father never was a holy man

"Whatever" (feat. Future, Young Thug, Rick Ross & 2 Chainz) -Dj khaled

[Future:]
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
[DJ Khaled:] DJ Khaled!

[Future:]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke
In the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin', I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

[Young Thug:]
(Geek!)
Pay up like I've been runnin' it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young nigga, ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
Up, designer fit, ain't nothing to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, "Mello Yello"
Catch up
Bring me up like your pop-pop
Whatever you need to
I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe
Keep up!
That V-12 'bout to heat up
Grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt
The color of my boxers, yeah I'm Tommy'd up
Got the Tommy tucked, ayy
I toss that shit up like a spray
Watch it spill on the clothes
I soak that shit up
When they told me, "Don't matter, boss won"
I suspended these bitches
And I subpoenaed these niggas
See who was real
I supported my bank account
And I wouldn't tell you the account
'Less I need to put some of this money on your head

[Future:]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke
In the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin', I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

[Rick Ross:]
Maybach Music
DIamonds all on my fingers
Misses still miscellaneous
Left the ski-mask in the 'Rari
Residencies out in Vegas
Smoking like Calvin Broadus
Blueberry with the big homie
"Idols Become Rivals"
Down to die for my survival
Fell in love with the money
She at the spot every Sunday
Loyalty's what I lust
How I measure my woman
Minimize my mistakes
Love every tat on my face
DJ Khaled, my blood
Got several M's in my safe

[Future:]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke
In the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin', I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

[2 Chainz:]
2 Chainz
Watch me break down bales
Residue on scales
Yeah, I had the girls sick
Man-I-Cure like nails
Competition might fail
Repetition might sell
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes
Dirty bitches, oh well
Foreign whip rider
Lobster on my rider
You can get the platter
I put my money up, uh
You gon' need a ladder
Work know acrobatics
Work know calisthenics
My dick be acting stingy
My check be acting boujee
My car got all the groupies
I bought a new Rolex
Now my old Rolex tryna sue me
Fashion on exotic
Pistol on regardless
Bitches look like Barbie
Ricky Bobby on my trolly

[Future:]
Tryna set a bando on fire
I'm just tryna get you so higher
Money coming in, we get flyer
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger

Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke
In the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin', I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

"Iced Out My Arms" (feat. Future, Migos, 21 Savage & T.I) - Dj khaled

[Future:]
You can hear my diamonds talkin'
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin'
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin'
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin'
You can, you can see
[DJ Khaled:] DJ Khaled

[Future, Takeoff & Offset:]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Migos:]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for Piguets
Boardin' a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin' these bitches obsessed
Makin' these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my man Khaled, say know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex ('Tek)
Damn I'm so dranked that I saw a T-Rex
Unleashin' the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I'm in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I'm thankin' the Lord 'cause I'm blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti
We pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it
As soon as they drop it
Money fallin' out of my pocket (hey!)

[Future (Offset):]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon' watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[21 Savage:]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS' in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don't touch my watch, it's gon' be tragic
Keep that bratchet (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang, gang, bitch
Y'all niggas actin' feminine
Gang, gang, bitch
We gon' pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and my arm, it's drippin' (ooh, drippin')
Saint Laurent sweater, lil' bitch this ain't no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin', Hublot drippin'
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil' bitch

[Future (Offset):]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon' watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[T.I.:]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch, eatin' right at Phillipe
Plus she fuckin' with a winner
Jury lookin' like a slushie
Fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn't
Even if I did, I don't remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin' room
Incredible
Rappin', it was either that or sellin' dope
Shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin', gotta let you know I gotta go
Catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I'm talkin' upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it's tourbillion
'Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)

[Future (Offset):]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon' watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms

"That Range Rover Came With Steps" (feat. Future & Yo Gotti) - Dj Khaled

[Future & DJ Khaled:]
Fuck!
Fuckin lawsuits nigga
We the best music!
Murder rate, murder rap
Pluto
Drenched chest franklins gotti
DJ Khaled!

[Future:]
Fucked the DA on my way here
I made some millions on my way here nigga
I seen your comment on my way here
I laughed my ass off on my way here nigga
Balenciaga with the brain bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it back then I push start
I can't name how many times they tried to clone me
This dirty money help me see the double
Sidity thots, know they ain't forever
My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or better all the cars
The Maybach park itself, nigga
That range rover came with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back I'm eating filet mignon
He been 44'n all year I put that Rollie on
Trapping good all year put the rollie on
They parading in the streets you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the neck up nigga, yeah
The goyard looking like a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love with murder money
Old friends of me turned into my enemy
My money and fame changes niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy
Want to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you niggas envy me
They rep the gang that bangin' it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I doubt I'll scream infinity
With these billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all dope and they pissed off
Got my lil Haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya
I got my memphis ten niggas waiting to jack ya
I got some DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the trappers
Before the rap, you gotta go dap em
Don't forget to look a nigga when they after ya

[Yo Gotti:]
I told Future I can see the future
Told my bitch I love you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm blessed nigga Hallelujah
I'm grateful and if you diss me then I might shoot ya
Brrr you don't fuck with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half these rap niggas owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling keys to success
I was coppin' keys outta Texas
New Wraith with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living room cars in it
Ace of Spades with the Percocet and bars in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it
They talk 'bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin'
Let's talk 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
Let's talk 'bout poppin' strips and xans like we 're patients
And the fed's allegations have you pacin'
Million dollar dope boy I gotta be grateful
You tryna get that 100 Mil I'ma race you
Dope boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a trap nigga
New york Times read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
You fuckin' the money up if I'm being honest
Gotta be grateful I never break the promise
I know my plug love me, I know my bitch hate me
I heard my hood salty
I tried to tell 'em it ain't my fault
It's just my blessings called me
But since they hatin' on an nigga I'ma keep ballin'
And I ain't textin' that bitch back because she keep stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first night then she just miss her callin'
Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to trial poker face I'm all in
Patek Philippe it AP, 40 mil I’m all in
Plug hit my line I act like I ain't see 'em callin'
I work so hard for mine I'm tryna get some free bands
I'm the king of the city my house Graceland
No respect for rappers they respect the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man nigga

"Pull A Caper" (feat. Kodak Black, Gucci Mane & Rick Ross) Song Lyrics - Dj Khaled

[DJ Khaled (Kodak Black):]
We The Best Music!
Another one
DJ Khaled! (Glee!)

[Kodak Black:]
I'ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae, I just wanna get this paper
I'ma do, I'ma do, I'ma do what it takes
I'ma go get that cake, I'ma go pull a caper
I'ma do, I'ma do, I'ma do what it takes
I'ma go get that cake, I'ma go pull a caper
I'ma go, I'ma go, I'ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae, I just wanna get this paper

[Gucci Mane:]
I got you, Khaled, it's Wizzop
It's the Dapper Don going on a trapathon
Serving coked out food and kush, I call it a triathlon
In a red Don with an Amazon
She pissed me off, I just found she got her panties on
A year ago seen niggas get stabbed over honey buns
It may sound funny to you, found out he got punctured lungs
I just want the funds, I don't rap for fun
I rarely post the money, I never post with guns
Went from a robber to the upper upper echelon
Just to get here I had to rob a couple Mexicans
But free Kodak Black, bring Lil' Kodak back
Cause they don't wanna see you move into their cul-de-sac

[Kodak Black:]
I'ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae, I just wanna get this paper
I'ma do, I'ma do, I'ma do what it takes
I'ma go get that cake, I'ma go pull a caper
I'ma do, I'ma do, I'ma do what it takes
I'ma go get that cake, I'ma go pull a caper
I'ma go, I'ma go, I'ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae, I just wanna get this paper

[Rick Ross:]
It's do or die on my side of things
Destiny is my livelihood
I'm Iverson with the long braids
Three cellphones with the gold fronts
Wild thing 'til I Yao Ming
Five rings, past nine seasons
Big money, that's our thing
Heavyweight, I Ali 'em
Featherweight how I leave 'em
Heaven's sakes, God's need 'em
Bob weave rock the Colosseum
I'm the biggest nigga, you got gonorrhea
Baddest bitches make my collage
Biggest buds make my cigars
Basic bitches and custom cars
Blow jobs in the SLR's
Realest ones wanna watch you shine
Smoking good and I'm talking facts
Iced out like DJ Khaled
Burn it down with Kodak Black

[Kodak Black:]
I'ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae, I just wanna get this paper
I'ma do, I'ma do, I'ma do what it takes
I'ma go get that cake, I'ma go pull a caper
I'ma do, I'ma do, I'ma do what it takes
I'ma go get that cake, I'ma go pull a caper
I'ma go, I'ma go, I'ma go get that Wraith
Jumping out with your bae, I just wanna get this paper

"Billy Ocean" (feat. Fat Joe & Raekwon) Song Lyrics - DJ Khaled

DJ Khaled!

[Fat Joe:]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin' on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi' for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin' Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy's, more problems
We got too many ways to solve 'em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turn a key into a billion dollars (yeah, uh)
Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

I got my car back, I'm John Wick
The sky blue tint come equipped with the convicts
The don's slick
Some Billys we gon' get
Broke a leg in my debut, no Bogut (crack get 'em, uh)
Talkin' sports trades with bet guys
While sides cheat on their husbands
Those be the best vibes
Satin grain on the hood of the car
Switch lanes, yeah I used to flood the hood with them jars
You can get a taste for a flat out key
Cause now-a-days I'm Klay, see my spot up 3
Draped in Hermes scarves, crusing the Riviera
More solid than gold bars, the Billy era

From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin' on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi' for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin' Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy's, more problems
We got too many ways to solve 'em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turn a key into a billion dollars (yeah, uh)
Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Raekwon:]
Hermes sweatsuits and S-Coupes
Fly around, NBA money, in jets too
Back of the bag's all crunched out, we vexed too
Shoulda been Billys in '92, line who?
The shine's new
Yeah it's sorta like a mafia movie
Sit back Rocky 'n' groovie in the '92
Silk pieces in Velez's sneakers
A duffle bag with handcuffs on it, we creatures
Ayo, runnin' every strip club, lit love
Yeah we sit around and just drip bub'
The homies get piff love, to all the realest ones and rich thugs
One, my hundred niggas
Billy with gun on niggas

[Fat Joe:]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin' on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi' for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin' Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy's, more problems
We got too many ways to solve 'em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turn a key into a billion dollars (yeah, uh)
Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

"Good Man" (feat. Pusha T & Jadakiss) Song Lyrics - Dj Khaled

[Pusha T:]
Yeah
[DJ Khaled:]
We The Best Music
DJ Khaled

[Pusha T:]
Please, Khaled, don't pair me or compare me
Unless the said party is a rare breed
The stories I hear, they tend to mirror me
At this point now, rap is only therapy
President Push, I'm more Eric B
I ain't no joke, check out my melody
Felony, felony, felony, that's al they selling me
But 2 million in large bills is billing me
I was on the wrong side of the law
Like Pac was on the wrong side of the car
Like B.I.G. at the Soul Train Awards
The moral is all grace been driven
G wagons are bulletproof
The ones before me got snatched like bullet tooth
Tony nigga, only one left from the drug era
The jewelry weighs more in the drug mirror

Yeah, what you see when you look in the mirror, nigga? Haha
Yeah, I know who the fuck I am

Yuugh, tell me how you fit in
Was you a street nigga when Nas said it's written
When Reasonable Doubt dropped, how was you living?
I was leading up the grinding in my kitchen
Getting work from Detroit like a piston
We was on a mission, stuffer than a Michelin
I could spend a year reminiscing
The length of your career, reminiscing
We can't occupy the same space
We ain't even running the same race
When it come to these bitches, it ain't the same chase
Moynat versus lean, we ain't the same taste
Therefore, it's no comparison
To be mentioned with you niggas is embarrassing
I am one Joe blow, you know my narrative
Clear your sinus like Claritin
Push

[Jadakiss:]
When you look in the mirror, what do you see, nigga?
'Cause I know when I look in the mirror, I know what I see
You peasants don't deserve my presence

You portraying other individuals
Me, I'm just weighing my residuals
From where success is the bare minimal
You a rapper, I'm a criminal
I had money before they found y'all
That's why I feel funny around y'all
Lord, bless those praying for my downfall
If I get too deep, don't let me drown, y'all
Hearing 'em talking 'bout how to flip a key
Started moving that Daddy Kane and Nicky D
Had the whole YPD sick of me
Don't sit, if you get tired, just pick a knee
Bet it all or bet it large
Now the coke or the pills or the crack, all these credit cards
I just laughed and I shrug at it
'Cause the niggas with the money are the drug addicts
Kiss

"Major Bag Alert" (feat. Migos) Song Lyrics - Dj Khaled

[Quavo & DJ Khaled:]
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah (ohh, yeah)
We The Best Music! (major)
Bag alert, bag alert, bag alert
Another one!
Bag, bag, bag, bag
DJ Khaled!
Yeah

Plain Patek, plain Jane, fill it with ice (ice)
Save ya check, you don't know the price (no)
Pull up, McLaren with wings
Pull up and spread my wings
I came from dope in my jeans, I came from dope in my jeans
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert, yeah (bag)
I might drop a bag on my clothes (yeah, bag)
I might drop a bag on these hoes, yup (bag)
I know them big racks won't fold, yeah
I sold them dime bags at the store, yeah
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert, yeah (bag)

[Offset:]
(Offset!) I pull out a 50 before I begin
Patek Philippe with the snow in the wind
She disrespectful, so I nut on her chest
Then I drop down, so I'm gangsta again
Bag alert, bag alert, bag alert, bag alert
Niggas be copying the swag alert
Add it up, stack it up, add it up, stack it up
I had to cut off the stragglers
Wrist in the back of the [?]
Twist up the bando then hit the horn, bum bum bum
All of my pockets got lumps on lumps
Pull out the stick nigga, bum, bum, bum, bum
She don't want want me but I know what she want
Hold up my bust on and I'm proving a point
This llama, muhfucker 'bout hit like a ox
You had a big bag but somehow it don't slump?
When your life in the hype and the package go down
When you take off the plug and the prices go down
Had to dodge a few obstacles, dodge a few rounds
When you havin' that shit you can buy you a mount (buy you a mount)
Got the Bentley, the Wraith and the Lambo, no mileage (Bentley, the Wraith and the Lamb)
Now go get the blue cheese, the rackaids, whatever you call it

[Quavo (DJ Khaled):]
Plain Patek, plain Jane, fill it with ice (ice)
Save ya check, You don't know the price (no)
Pull up, McLaren with wings
Pull up and spread my wings
I came from dope in my jeans, I came from dope in my jeans
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert (yeah, bag)
I might drop a bag on my clothes, yeah (bag)
I might drop a bag on these hoes, yeah (bag)
I know them big racks won't fold, yeah
I sold them dime bags at the store, yeah
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)

[Takeoff:]
2K13, we came in with fashion first (did it)
Pass the work, then ash the purp (cookie)
I asked to convert, she flirt, then slurp (slurp)
Say you won't talk major bag alert
Say he got the AK but that's cap alert
For nigga to pop off that's smack alert
Pull up on you shoot at your captain first
[?] say nun' 'bout what the plug say
Tip off some act, it's a holiday (Actavis)
I'ma pull up and exterminate
Let me find out where your momma stay (momma)
Piggy-back come in from LA
I'ma go Ye with the runway
Major bag alert with the Kim K
Wanna big? 3,000, André
I could throw the money John Elway (which way?)
Two Peak Patek, no Pelé
Shoot out the booth, no shell case
I speak the truth from the membrane
(Takeoff)

[Quavo (DJ Khaled):]
Plain Patek, plain Jane, fill it with ice
Save ya check, You don't know the price (no)
Pull up, McLaren with wings
Pull up and spread my wings
I came from dope in my jeans, I came from dope in my jeans
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert (yeah, bag)
I might drop a bag on my clothes, yeah (bag)
I might drop a bag on these hoes, yup
I know them big racks won't fold, yeah
I sold them dime bags at the store, yeah
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (major)
Bag alert, major bag alert (bag)
Bag alert, major bag alert (yeah, bag)

[DJ Khaled:]
DJ Khaled!
Major bag alert
Another one

"Down For Life" (feat. PARTYNEXTDOOR, Future, Travis Scott, Rick Ross & Kodak Black) - Dj Khaled

[DJ Khaled & PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
DJ Khaled!
Another One!
We the Best Music!
...

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I'm tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I'mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I'mma be down for life
I'll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Future:]
P-A-I-D N F-U-L-L
M-O-N-E-Y K-I-L-L
I go to J-A-I-L, F-U-C-K all them cops
Yeah, fuck 12
Roll it up tight, then put it in a L
I'm tryna find me a rider that's real
I used to get down for the demonstrations
Down, down for the demonstrations
We gotta live for our reputations
You got your level up, you got your level up
Uno amigo, you caliber
24K on an amateur
I get 100K out a bag
I spent 100K on your bag, that's a crocodile Birk
They tryna throw dirt on my name and they seeing what I'm worth
I pull up dripping like BB
I get so many fresh everyday
You better hope I don't OD, I keep a chopper like BG
Ya money nigga no PG, Slow it down for me like juvie
I catch a homi' like lil' T, I'm in the streets like a HB
They made a movie in 3D, We made a film in '80s
Here come another one, Khaled
Here come another one, Khaled

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I'm tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I'mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I'mma be down for life
I'll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Travis Scott:]
I'mma pull up on you, is you ready?
Do something different, girl, let me show you
Niggas love to hate
Bitches love to hate
That's why I spoil you
I can't lie, I can't lie
You've been down since day one
I’ll go out pull out the hammer and kill 'em if they say some
Ooh, I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it (Straight up)
Ooh, I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it

[Rick Ross:]
The season success
6 reasons I'm blessed
Secret societies, he seems so possessed
First you master the hustle
Then you conquer the struggle
Now I'm stacking my numbers
Just like they tackles and fumbles
Every week, there's pictures of different bitches kissing me
But the one that stole my heart, that's still a mystery
Chill, Khaled, chill
Bill, let it bill
Squat, shorty, squat, please, in them heels

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I'mma be down for life
I'll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Kodak Black:]
Tell me you ready
Baby girl, tell me you ready
And I'mma be there in a second
Won't take you for granted
I'mma treat you like the fed-ex
Cause, baby, you know I go get it
She know that I got a check
And that paper come in steady
She want Audemars Piguet
She wanna ride in a Bentley
I'mma step up, take a rental
I know she digging my pimping
Baby, stop playing, get with it
Baby, stop playing, get with it
I know you tired of them gimmicks
But you fucking with the realest
Is you ready for the one? I'm coming
Is you ready for the life I'm living?
I'mma be down like a damn coffin
I want you with me 'til God call me
Tell all them lame niggas "Sayonara"
I hit the jeweler and bought a car
Wide receiver, I just caught a charge
Girl, is you ready to go tomorrow?
When I'm with you, I look like a star
This one right here is gon' take me far

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I'm tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I'mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I'mma be down for life
I'll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[DJ Khaled, Rick Ross & Travis Scott:]
It's We The Best for life (Straight up)
DJ Khaled, We The Best Music
I pray we holding hands as we walk across the burning sands
These words for you are genuine, we define loyalty
Another one

"I Can't Even Lie" (feat. Future & Nicki Minaj) song lyrics -Dj khaled

[Future:]
Lamborghini got a S
Parking lot look like a movie
My sex drive leave her woozy
Got my B-A-B-Y in the two-seat
I ain't, I ain't even got no time to talk
It's all up to you, baby
Diamonds dancing on my rubies
Savage mode is on ruthless
Nah, I can't even lie to you, I can't even lie to you
I can't even lie to you, I can't even lie to you
I can't even lie to you, I can't even lie to you
I can't even lie to you, I can't even lie to you

A million dollar cash on me in the studio when I did this verse
My money is long, but my weed is stronger
All my bitches is badder, these niggas is sadder
My rubies got chalice so fuck all the chatter
[?] the money, I rest on them plaques
King of the Patek, clarity showing without even knowing
Jump out that Lambo with the red bottoms on
The capital going up heavy in Florence
Duffel of Franks just to boost my endurance
Two number ones in a row, I sit back on the Ac'
And sit low in that Ghost
Lamborghini got a S, Sierra Leone baguettes
The gold from my neck it done got in my flesh, yeah
Parking lot look like a film, yeah
My duffel stuffed with a M, yeah
My shooters at basketball gyms
I got some permanent scars
I will not wait for tomorrow

Lamborghini got a S
Parking lot look like a movie
My sex drive leave her woozy
Got my B-A-B-Y in the two-seat
I ain't, I ain't even got no time to talk
It's all up to you, baby
Diamonds dancing on my rubies
Savage mode is on ruthless
Nah, I can't even lie to you, I can't even lie to you
I can't even lie to you, I can't even lie to you
I can't even lie to you, I can't even lie to you
I can't even lie to you, I can't even lie to you

[Nicki Minaj:]
Queen back in the US, low iron, but you pressed
Who lied and said you next? Crying emojis in my group texts
Stay in your bum ass duplex, it's Minaj, no group sex
Queen never shuffle, you deal, just turned down a four million dollar shoe deal
Keep your man off my Instagram, bitch
Ninety-nine problems but ain't one a damn bitch
G4 fly even when I land, bitch
Lookin like Pocahontas, yeah, they want my land, bitch
I'm just exotic, bitch, chronic, bitch, shoe game on psychotic, bitch
Yes, I am iconic, bitch, pussy get 'em hooked like phonics, sis
Every ball player tryna find this bitch, ball hard, but I'm too fine to fine this bitch
I graduated with honors, bitch, I'm the truth like a motherfuckin' honest, bitch
Full throttle switch, pick a side, pick a side, they gotta switch
Big Mac billboard out in Times Square and I ain't talkin 'bout McDonald's bitch

[Future:]
Lamborghini got a S
Parking lot look like a movie
My sex drive leave her woozy
Got my B-A-B-Y in the two-seat
I ain't, I ain't even got no time to talk
It's all up to you, baby
Diamonds dancing on my rubies
Savage mode is on ruthless
Nah, I can't even lie to you, I can't even lie to you
I can't even lie to you, I can't even lie to you
I can't even lie to you, I can't even lie to you
I can't even lie to you, I can't even lie to you

"Don't Quit" (feat. Travis Scott & Jeremih) Song Lyrics - Dj Khaled

[DJ Khaled (Travis Scott):]
(Yah)
Ayy yo Calvin Harris, they ain't see this one comin'! Yah!
Another one
(Yah, yah)
We the Best Music! DJ Khaled!

[Travis Scott:]
You know I like 'em special made for me
I call 'em and they demonstrate for me
Spent $200K up on that body, yeah
'Cause my lil' baby ain't for everybody, yeah
That's why I hit her with that upgrade (upgrade)
I told her, "Stunt, that's the upstage" (Upstage, upstage)
Everything up and up, babe (up, up and up, babe)
Out here ballin' like we upstate

Oh, I drip her down in gold (drip, drip, drip, drip it up)
She used to tell me no
But who could tell me no? Yeah
Just how it goes, she sees the O's (yah, yah)
And now she wanna roll
I hate to see her leave sometimes, but that ass on "woah"

My lil' baby on thick, thick
Girl that ass too fat, so don't quit
You know I like it like that, don't quit
You're doin' good right now, don't quit
Put your old jeans on, now they won't fit
My lil' baby on thick, thick
Girl that ass too fat, so don't quit
You know I like it like that, so don't quit
([DJ Khaled:] Let's go!)

Drip lil' baby down in VVS' (VVS)
Cuban link, girl that's a new connection (Cuban link)
It's me and you 'cause we in the selection (select)
Throw it back like it's your new profession (new profession)
Yuh, like you get paid for it
Good brain like you get grades for it
Woodgrain, you got a taste for it
Leather soft, your body made for it (yah!)

Oh, I drip her down in gold (drip, drip, drip, drip it up)
She used to tell me no
But who could tell me no? Yeah
Just how it goes, she sees the O's (yah, yah)
And now she wanna roll
I hate to see her leave sometimes, but that ass on "woah"

My lil' baby on thick, thick
Girl that ass too fat, so don't quit
You know I like it like that, don't quit
You're doin' good right now, don't quit
Put your old jeans on, now they won't fit
My lil' baby on thick, thick
Girl that ass too fat, so don't quit
You know I like it like that, so don't quit
([DJ Khaled:] Let's ride!)

[Jeremih:]
Baby can we pick it up?
Come over here and sit down
Lil' mama got a vibe, let's ride
On it for a couple weeks now
Yeah, you know it's you and me now
Top off with the seats down
Baby I'm a savage
Gassed up, couldn't pass it
Ran it back like a rerun
She sittin' pretty like a classic
Green light, we on go
And now she wanna roll
I hate to see her leave sometimes
But that ass on "woah"

[Travis Scott:]
My lil' baby on thick, thick
Girl that ass too fat, so don't quit
You know I like it like that, don't quit
You're doin' good right now, don't quit
Put your old jeans on, now they won't fit
My lil' baby on thick, thick
Girl that ass too fat, so don't quit
You know I like it like that, so don't quit

[DJ Khaled (Travis Scott):]
Let's go!
(Yah, yah)
Another one

"I Love You So Much" (feat. Chance the Rapper) Song Lyrics - Dj Khaled

I love you so, I'ma make a song called "I Love You So Much"
I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so much
I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so much
I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so much
I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so much

Me and my daughter taking over
Me and my daddy taking over
Me and my sister taking over
Me and my brother taking over
Me and my mama taking over
All of my sons we taking over
Me and my God taking over
And I'm so grateful, 'cause I

I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so much
'Cause I
I love you so much, I love you so much ('cause I), I love you so much ('cause I)
'Cause I
I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so much
'Cause I, 'cause I
I love you so much, I love you so much

Mom and Daddy, love you
There's nothing that you can't do
You the greatest that ever did it
You're born blessed
You're my son, I love you, you're my son
Cause I, cause I, cause I
You're my son, you're a mogul
You're an icon, you're a legend
You're the greatest, I love you, I love you so much
(Cause I, cause I, cause I)
Thank you so much for coming in my life

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Me and my daughter taking over
Me and my daddy taking over
Me and my sister taking over
Me and my brother taking over
Me and my mama taking over
All of my sons we taking over
Me and my God taking over
And I'm so grateful, 'cause I

I love you so much, I love you so much ('cause I), I love you so much
'Cause I, 'cause I
I love you so much, I love you so much ('cause I), I love you so much ('cause I)
'Cause I
I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so much
'Cause I, 'cause I
I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so much

I love you so much and I
Thank you so much, I love you
You're my son
I thank you, I thank God
You my biggest blessing ever
I love you (God)

ABCD (ok), EFG (and then what)
HIJK (ok), LMNOP (and then what)
QRS (then what), TUV (then what)
WX (ok, ok), YZ

Me and my daughter taking over
Me and my daddy taking over
Me and my sister taking over
Me and my brother taking over
Me and my mama taking over
All of my sons we taking over
Me and my God taking over
And I'm so grateful, 'cause I

Whatever you want to do, I will support you forever
One thing I can promise you, I love you forever
You're my son, I love you so much, I love you
Son, you're my biggest blessing
Mommy, daddy, we love you
We love you forever
Son, you're the greatest that ever did it
You're born blessed, nothing can stop you
You're amazing, you're handsome
You're incredible, you're a genius
You're my son, I love you
Mommy and daddy, love you
There's nothing that you can't do
You the greatest that ever did it
You're born blessed

Where your eyes at, or where your ears at
Or where your mouth at, or where your nose at
Where your eyes at, or where your ears at
Or where your mouth at, or where your nose at
Where your eyes at, or where your ears at
Or where your mouth at, or where your nose at
Where your eyes at, or where your nose at
Or where your eyes at, or where your nose at

Where your eyes at, or where your ears at
Or where your mouth at, or where your nose at

Me and my God taking over, and I'm so grateful 'cause I
(King forever)

"Nobody" (feat. Alicia Keys & Nicki Minaj) Song Lyrics - Dj Khaled

[DJ Khaled:]
We the Best Music!
Another one
[Nicki Minaj:]
Young Money
Alicia Keys
[DJ Khaled:]
DJ Khaled!

[Alicia Keys:]
I just got back from where they said I couldn't get back from
And I thank god, I thank god that I made it
They surprised, they surprised that I made it
Heart is like diamond keep blinding their faces
I wonder how I keep finding these places
I can't explain how it feels to be patient
Killing the drama, we finally made it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody but you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody but you

[Nicki Minaj:]
I got something inside of me that can't be quenched
I'm addicted to winning and I can't be benched
Go to war for every black queen that they lynched
And my pockets on chubby but they can't be pinched
After they use you, then they abuse you
Then they get mad when they lose you
(Excuse you)
You know the liar will accuse you
You know the queen still reign, it's just business as usual
Anything I touch, I bless it
Track record so impressive
Open the Billboard Awards with a hit record
The devil thought he had me
But I rebuked him, got money and I'm still a baddie

[Alicia Keys:]
I just got back from where they said I couldn't get back from
And I thank god, I thank god that I made it
They surprised, they surprised that I made it
Heart is like diamonds, keep blinding they faces
I wonder how I keep finding these places
I can explain how it feels to be patient
Killing the drama, we finally made it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody but you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody but you

Say nobody knows, all the trouble I see
Glory, looking for some glory, from all the trouble I see
Tell em' nobody knows, all my sorrows
Nobody knows, past tomorrow

I just got back from where they said I couldn't get back from
And I thank god, I thank god that I made it
They surprised, they surprised that I made it
Heart is like diamonds, keep blinding they faces
I wonder how I keep finding these places
I can explain how it feels to be patient
Killing the drama, we finally made it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody but you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody but you

Baby
Can you feel it?
Can you see it?

"Interlude (Hallelujah)" (performed by Betty Wright) Song Lyrics - Dj Khaled

Hey, I got the world on my shoulder
For real, I got to stay up on my toes, for real
God bless me, glory, please protect me, glory
Oh, they tried to tempt me, but you never neglect me
I got my hands to the sky screaming glory
Glory, glory Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I prayed that they don't do you
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray glory
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

"It's Secured" (feat. Nas & Travis Scott) Song Lyrics - Dj Khaled

[Nas:] I know I said Nas album done
[DJ Khaled:] We The Best music!
[Nas:] But we got one more to do first
[Travis Scott:] Straight up
[DJ Khaled:] DJ Khaled!

[Travis Scott:]
150 stack it all in my Gucci Jacket
Fifty more in the Goyard
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It's secured, it's secured
Yah yah yah yah yah yah
It's secured, it's secured
Got the Mansion on the island
It's secured, it's secured
Got them bitches flying private
Its secured, its secured
Foreign bitches and they wilding
Its secured, its secured
Hundred million keep on piling
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Nas:]
I'm principle driven, only real ones feel me
Most needed protection from the OG's to get bigger
No disrespect to them, but I never needed them older niggas
Or so we thought speedin' through life like
The speed of sound, what's your life like?
Momma stressin', seen the ratchets in the dresser
She not asking questions, seen the vests
Seen other kids in the caskets restin'
Life ill, 'cause most of my niggas in jail
For them it was hustle or death, I reshuffled my deck
I gave myself a good hand
Probably ran through a hundred million
Per decade, I'm not phased
And I could spot you a hundred million
Before you could ever spot grays
Chili Fritos in the helicopter
Money can't get that ghetto out'cha

[Travis Scott:]
150 stack it all in my Gucci Jacket
Fifty more in the Goyard
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It's secured, it's secured
Got the Mansion on the island
It's secured, it's secured
Got them bitches flying private
Its secured, its secured
Foreign bitches and they wilding
Its secured, its secured
Hundred million keep on piling
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Nas:]
Watch out for insecure niggas
They take your soul out your body
They not secure
I pray the Lord stop a 'op before I go backwards
Resort to violent reactions, that's childish
My life's a dream to rappers
Afraid they moments have past 'em
It's all different hustle (Straight up)
Niggas movin' bricks
Young niggas rappin', doin' shows, hittin' they licks
Everybody hold this money in thicks
Don't get robbed; boy, is you dumb
All them swipers gettin' it how it come (Yep)
Forty-three, morbidly ambiguous, you serious?
Gettin' it, lyricist, idiots, you ain't nearin' this
Out of New York's biggest and richest
I'm the template, low-key the busiest
The game chose me, deal with it
So I'm the quiet type, Mr. One Mic
But silent listen, use the same letters to spell it right, so hear me
From Nasty, I'm mature, here's another appetizer
Khaled, we did it again, let Travis take us higher

[Travis Scott:]
150 stack it all in my Gucci Jacket
Fifty more in the Goyard
It's secured, it's secured
Yah yah yah yah yah yah
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It's secured, it's secured
Got the Mansion on the island
It's secured, it's secured
Got them bitches flying private
It's secured, it's secured
Foreign bitches and they wilding
It's secured, it's secured
Hundred million keep on piling
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It's secured, it's secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[DJ Khaled:]
100 mil keep on piling
It's Nasir and Travis
And Khaled
That's right
Khaled, Khaled