Ty Dolla Sign - Featuring Ty Dolla Sign Album Lyrics

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Intro (FTD$)

You been doin' music as long as you could talk and walk
You work with other artists but you really don't even need to
You really doin' them a favor, blessin' them with your talent
You could sing, rap, write, produce, engineer, mix and master
And you play every instrument, literally
On God, it's time to wake they ass up though, bruh

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Status

Could this be everything that I dreamed of?
Could this be beyond my wildest dreams?
Dolla $ign (Bongo, by the way)

Ayy, brand new crib, ooh, it's a palace
My new bitch, ooh, she the baddest
Space coupe, ayy, it's the fastest
Anything I want, ayy, that's that status

Yeah, yeah
Take you 'round the world, cross the atlas
Bad Arabian, ooh, Princess Jasmine
Stuff a million cash in the mattress
When I pull the D out, she make it vanish
Says she wanna see me now, sent the address
Hop up on my Chevy drop, it's a classic
I just killed the pussy, need a casket
Then I threw my neck a pool party (Party)
I told Ye to drop the OG "New Body" (Body)
I told Ye to run for President (President)
He said, "Dolla, you too good to put your voice on that generic shit"

Ayy, brand new crib, ooh, it's a palace
My new bitch, ooh, she the baddest
Space coupe, ayy, it's the fastest
Anything I want, ayy, that's that status

That's that status
That's that status
That's that status, that's that status, that status

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Temptations

(feat. Kid Cudi)

[Kid Cudi (Ty Dolla $ign):]
Nah, nuh, nuh, nuh
Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh
Woah, woah
(Ayy)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
She left me out here with temptations, (Temp-temptations)
With temptations (Temptations)
She left me out here with temptations (Temptations)
With temptations (Temptations)
Ooh, now, I don't know how to act
Ooh, now, I don't know how to act
Ooh, now she tryna get me back (Back)
Ooh, now, I don't know how to act (Yeah, ooh)

Even though I got options, still trippin' on you
I got choices on choices, still ain't over you
You know I'm picky, I'm just seein' what I like
So it's f*ck your feelings, girl, I'm single for the night
Girl, I'm cool off you, I might pull up on the next bitch
Chuckin' up the deuces, while you walkin' out the exit
Why the f*ck you throwin' shade, when I'm the one that you obsessed with? (Yeah, uh)
Tempted to touch, all this tension with us
The way you throw it back, I'm still tempted to f*ck (Ooh, yeah)
But I'm good, love, enjoy, I'ma fall back (Squad)
You put me in the doghouse like I'ma crawl back (Ayy)

You left me out here with temptations (Temp-temptations)
With temptations (Temptations)
She left me out here with temptations (Temptations)
With temptations (Temptations)
Ooh, now, I don't know how to act
Ooh, now, I don't know how to act
Ooh, now she tryna get me back (Back)
Ooh, now, I don't know how to act (Yeah, ooh)

[Kid Cudi (Ty Dolla $ign):]
My love for you (Oh)
Won't ever go anywhere (Ooh, yeah)
Your touch, your feel, babe (Yeah)
Just trust I'll be there (There)

[Kid Cudi:]
Here we go, the top was still the same, baby
Can't forget, this shit that we been through, baby
Ain't no nigga that can do you like I do
I keep that body, always checkin'
Know my lovin' here for you, yeah
Call me up, say you thinkin' 'bout me heavy
You ain't gotta ask me twice
You know I'm muhf*ckin' ready
The days they go, sweet baby, come by
I'm waitin', I'm patient, temptation of mine

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
She left me out here with temptations (Temp-temptations)
With temptations (Temptations)
She left me out here with temptations (Temptations)
With temptations (Temptations)
Ooh, now, I don't know how to act
Ooh, now, I don't know how to act
Ooh, now she tryna get me back (Back)
Ooh, now, I don't know how to act (Yeah, ooh)

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serpentwithfeet Interlude

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Oh, the disappointment
When I fall to temptations (Temptations)
Oh, the frustration
When I fail expectations

[serpentwithfeet:]
How could I miss the call?
How could I miss the call?
How could I miss the call? (Miss the call)
Why did I miss the call?
Why did I miss the call?

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Spicy

(feat. Post Malone)

(Damn James)
(Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Who tryna, who tryna go?
Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor?
Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?
Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it?
She my spicy lil' mama, she let me bust her piñata
I buy her all the designer, but she's still leavin' tomorrow

Who tryna, who tryna go?
Who nigga hope that she don't?
Who tryna slide for the night?
Who tryna wife her? Not I
Know my name, say my name
Yellow diamonds on my chain, lemonade
I can never be your main, but tell your man
You gon' have to call him back another time
Girl, let's get out and vibe
Go up, get loud
Get right here and now
Yeah, tell me

Who tryna, who tryna go?
Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor?
Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?
Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it?
She my spicy lil' mama, she let me bust her piñata
I buy her all the designer, but she's still leavin' tomorrow

[Post Malone:]
She tryna pull my pants down
I was lightin' up a stoge on my break time
Told her "Babe, I got a meetin' over FaceTime"
She don't care, my lil' mama never waste time (Ooh)
Gotta catch a flight real quick
Took a Xanny on the plane and the f*ckin' lipstick
She look at me and laugh, give a f*ck what I think
And she bad, she a crazy, but I like her like this, yeah
Shawty so bad, man, shawty so cold
Wanna go out, twenty-five years old
Met her in the club, they were playin' "Psycho"
Now we match APs and they all rose-gold
And we both can agree
Ooh, she wilder than me

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Yeah, tell me who tryna, who tryna go?
Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor?
Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?
Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it?
She my spicy lil' mama, she let me bust her piñata
I buy her all the designer, but she's still leavin' tomorrow

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Track 6

(feat. Kanye West, Anderson .Paak & Thundercat)

[Kanye West:]
I'm tryna roll like a thug already
Take you back to dinner to the Dub already
I'm tryna make you some kids already
Make me go ham on the crib already
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)

[Ty Dolla $ign (Thundercat):]
Say less, don't talk to me (Talk to me, talk to me)
Say less, don't talk to me (Please don't talk to me)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Too many questions (Questions), not enough answers (Answers)
You want some more time (More time), I just don't have none (Have none)
We can get to the point (To the point), skip all the small talk (Small talk)
Enough of the long talks (Long talks), sand you on a long walk
I got a lot on my mind, things that I'm goin' through
Don't wanna talk to you (Talk to you), way too involved with you (Oh no)
To sent you the voicemail (Voicemail), I had them bars on you
Who is you talking to? (Ooh) Phone cut off on you

[Kanye West & (Thundercat):]
No long talks
Everything is my fault (Everything is my fault)
No long, no long emails, no long text
No long talks (No long talks)
Everything is my fault (Everything is my fault)
You need to get to the point already
We ain't tryna get to the club already (Oh, ooh)

[Ty Dolla $ign (Thundercat):]
Say less, don't talk to me (Talk to me, talk to me)
Say less, don't talk to me (Please don't talk to me)

[Anderson .Paak (Ty Dolla $ign):]
Know I shouldn't have stayed too long
Running out of place
Peace lil' mama, it was me, it was all my fault
Three in the morning, I should be more kind to my liver
I go belly up with three side piece desserts
Around this time, it start to look like Caribana
When around, she want me to bust down on the kitten
Message on read, was kinda livid
Never paid for ... but I cop a couple french fries
Pills in a ziplock, you should come and get me
You favorite thing is in her
It's right between the center
He put you up on game like a mentor
He ... and then forget ya
You called and he just saved her
My pockets on big boy, my drop was colored C4
You thought that puka was all you good for
I'm here to show you you more

[Thundercat:]
Guess that's what I'm here for
Here for (Here for)
Ooh (Ooh)
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah

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Freak

(feat. Quavo)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Damn, James
Bluey, why you do it to 'em?
Hm (Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign), ayy

I got a freak (I got a freak), I got a freak, uh (Freak)
I got a freak, uh (Freak), I got a freak (Freak-freak)
I got a freak (Freak, freak), I got a freak (Freak, okay)
I got a freak (Freak, freak), I got a freak (Ooh, okay)
I got Malaysian freaks (Freaks), Asian freaks (Freaks)
I got Spanish freaks (Freaks), she a masterpiece (Ooh, yeah), huh
I got Brazilian, I got Australian, yeah (Aw, yeah)
I got a Amazon, I gotta have 'em all (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Look at my black queen (Bet)
Look at her bag, Celine (Yes), roll my gasoline (Let's go)
Yeah, uh, she don't like my white bitch (Bitch)
Say I act too light-skinned (Yeah), Dolla, don't be trifling (Let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm dirty in the streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, yeah), in bed, she a freak
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, yeah), kiss my feet (Let's go), uh
Take this meat, mm, make this skeet (Let's go, let's go)

I got a freak (I got a freak), I got a freak, uh (Freak)
I got a freak, uh (Freak), I got a freak (Freak-freak)
I got a freak (Freak, freak), I got a freak (Freak, okay)
I got a freak (Freak, freak), I got a freak (Ooh, okay)
I got Malaysian freaks (Freaks), Asian freaks (Freaks)
I got Spanish freaks (Freaks), she a masterpiece (Ooh, yeah), huh
I got Brazilian, I got Australian, yeah (Aw, yeah)
I got a Amazon, I gotta have 'em all (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Quavo:]
I got a freak, she nasty, classy, no, she not a Kardashian (No way)
Broke nigga, she passing up the fashion, she wanna live in a mansion (Skrrt)
I got a freak with no panties, dangerous, she take it off when she dancing (Dangerous)
I'm throwing it up, all of these singles, she gonna know where the bag is (Uh)
I'm tryna up your status (Woo)
Freaky lil' bitch, she married (Freaky)
Freaky lil' bitch like sharin' (Bad)
They got matching tattoos, they pairin' (Uh)
On a million, I don't wanna get in there (Get in there)
I pull up with drip, get your swimwear (Drip)
Got vibes, no thots, just Tinders (Fires)
This bitch so cold, named Winter (Cold)
Model freak, just a beginner
On the IG, she a lowkey winner (Ooh)
Big racks, I'm not a pretender (Racks)
Bring 'em out, put the freaks in a blender (Bring 'em out)
Pull up with the gang, gon' spend 'em
Lil' freaky lil' bitches in 'em (Freaky)
I count up one, two, three, four, five, shit, f*ck it, bring ten of 'em

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I got a freak (I got a freak), I got a freak, uh (Freak)
I got a freak, uh (Freak), I got a freak (Freak-freak)
I got a freak (Freak, freak), I got a freak (Freak, okay)
I got a freak (Freak, freak), I got a freak (Ooh, okay)
I got Malaysian freaks (Freaks), Asian freaks (Freaks)
I got Spanish freaks (Freaks), she a masterpiece (Ooh, yeah), huh
I got Brazilian, I got Australian, yeah (Aw, yeah)
I got a Amazon, I gotta have 'em all (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Makin' love to me, two girls makin' love to me (Love to me)
I just parked this double-R on them back streets (Streets)
She just made it disappear in the back seat (Ooh, yeah)
They all smell like- (My hands smell like weed)

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Double R

(feat. Lil Durk)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Oh, oh, yeah
(Damn, James)
(Off to Neverland)
Ooh-yeah

I was deep, I was deep in it
She see the stars, she see the stars in
I got a freak, I got a freak, yeah
I had to park, had to park my shit
Say that man a broke boy, I'm the opposite
Staring in the mirror, she a narcissist
I got hitters with me, they like popping shit
I got red bottoms with the ostrich
Getting toppy in the dawn
I'm on my boss shit, told that ho don't gossip
Maybach getting top in the dawn
Yeah, I'm on my boss shit, told that bitch don't gossip, yeah

I was laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah
She said she want a rockstar, yeah
She wanna be a popstar, yeah
Folded in the double R, yeah
Rich sex in the double R

[Lil Durk:]
Do the dash in that Lamb', got it busting on my seats
Get my pass out the mail, I don't usually wear a crease
Caught a case, I got my gun still, I got a high speed
You won't catch a nigga broke if he standing by me
I done f*cked majority of the models off of IG
And I need some Percocets, yes, just like caffeine
I done took a f*cking jet, I ain't bring an ID
She ain't f*ck-you-when-she-met-you type, she can't come 'round me
Prada shoes 'cause she proud of me
Lot of blues like I'm banging C
Blow my phone up getting head, I let it ring
Baguette daddy, baguette the wedding ring
Gotta go and chase a check, this status my job
I be laughing to the bank, all blues, haha
Give you head (Nah-nah), give you bread (Nah, nah)
See, I don't do that in my car

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah
She said she want a rockstar, yeah
She wanna be a popstar, yeah
Folded in the double R, yeah
Rich sex in the double R

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Burna Boy Interlude

"Burna Boy Interlude"

Da, ba-da-da, ba-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba, ba, da, oh
Just skatin', 'cause in my way
You might care to have ya
It's love at you
I need you more, bae, need you, no
But if you listen just like, ya, no-no-no
Even more, I do
Even more, I do
[?]
This is my temptation

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Tyrone 2021

(feat. Big Sean)

Woah
Murda on the beat so it's not nice

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Look bro I told you, "That girl ain't shit"
When you met she ain't even have a whip
I seen her walking up the street the other day
I bust a you then I went the other way
She want a whole lot, and she a broke hoe
Her credit f*cked up, and she don't own nothing
My nigga, if I was you, I'd check my phone number
And have a bitch answer for me like, "Wrong number"
That girl a problem, extra like her momma
Always in some drama, then ya'll got a daughter
I know this shit ain't easy, just take it from me dawg, just cut your losses
That's why you f*ck then cut them off before they stalk us
Now that you really wanna leave and shake her off
She gon' chase all your new bitches off

'Cause girls like that be nothing but trouble
Girls like that they be up to no good
Girls like that always up in the club
Been with some girls like that, probably more than I should
She singing:

(All that love is falling)
(But you can't use my heart)

[Big Sean:]
Hello, you the type to talk in front of your honor
Dishonest for extra child support, made me out to be a monster
(You's a) All the shit I wasted on you, time and commas (Damn)
You don't act like you my girl no more, you act like you my momma
And I'd never date my momma, that's f*cking disgusting (Ew)
But that's how I feel every single time you touch me (Damn)
I feel like you lying when you ask me, "Do you trust me?"
I said not to cuff you, now we talkin' 'bout custody
Man, you holding me back, nods to the back
I don't even know how to react, I wish I could white you out
You gon' make me go Kodak Black
You had me on tap, just like an app
Turned around and stunt my growth, and I can't adapt to that habitat
Look, look, wonder "Where'd your soul go?" with you that's a no-go
Yeah, I ain't as happy as I look inside our photos
Look, thought you was my type, but you not even a proto
With you, nah, I'd rather be solo with no hoes

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
'Cause girls like that be nothing but trouble
Girls like that they be up to no good
Girls like that always up in the club
Been with some girls like that, probably more than I should
She singing:

(All that love is falling)
(But you can't use my heart)

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It's Still Free TC

Yo, so, uh
When's the last time you talked to Jessica and Weldon? What's going on with them?
What we doin'?

Weldon Angelos, that's my idol, dawg
He's fighting for me for the sake of the law
He brought Jessica Jackson on board and she's a real activist makin' changes and laws and everything with Kim Kardashian
And they're takin' my case straight to Governor Gavin Newsom
He's over-progressive, but recognizes the system is corrupt
He can commute my sentence and or argue just like that
Or the prison can release me
It's crazy that it's tooken this long (Yeah)
But we on our way there
It's all love

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Real Life

(feat. Roddy Ricch & Mustard)

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Cops still killin' niggas in real life
Signed a deal for eight figures in real life
Threeway, model bitches, in real life
I done been around the world so many times
That's real life
Real life, real life, real

It's gon be ups and downs for a real nigga
Tryna make a dollar out of a nickel
All the haters see that we gettin' money
The whole Taylor Gang ringin' bells
Ten toes down, in the Chanel
Oh hate me, go check the time, flooded out my AP
I ain't got time, they ain't 'tryna pay me
Jumped in the Porsche, and the new Mercedes
Did a song with Beyoncé and JAY Z
So many sacrifices, this ain't happen overnight
Puttin' that work in real life
I spent a M on this ice

Cops still killin' niggas in real life
Signed a deal for eight figures in real life
Threeway, model bitches, in real life
I done been around the world so many times
That's real life
Real life, real life, real

[Roddy Ricch:]
Me and my brothers countin' up a million, in real life
I remember we was marchin' through the field, in the night
Had Glocks, we was posted outside all day
When my dawg got out the court, I put him in tennis chain
We was stackin' up the chicken, I counted up ten a day
I've been ballin' real life, give a f*ck what a nigga say
We real life trap, the packs was in the bay
Double R, floor matte and the new Bentayg'
F*ck up cheese, ayy
We was slidin' in a Rari on the freeway
She want a threeway on a see day
I told her eat the dick up like a cheap date
We havin' her homegirls inside the PJ
Panoramic views, on her everytime she look up
Gangsta real life, none of these niggas ever shook us
Got a couple million put up
And I still shine when I pull up
Bitch I came from the bottom, put the whole damn hood on

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Cops still killin' niggas in real life
Signed a deal for eight figures in real life
Threeway, model bitches, in real life
I done been around the world so many times
That's real life
Real life, real life, real

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Nothing Like Your Exes

Oh, oh

I'm nothin' like your exes (Exes), nothin' like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain't tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I'm nothin' like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin' like your exes, nothin' like your exes (Ooh, oh)

See that you pull up alone (Up alone)
All in the club with no panties on (Panties on)
You ain't gotta check your phone
He don't know what he got at home
We both know that he a clown
Tell by how you walking' that he don't dick you down
Don't you hear my talkin', baby?
Love me now, I go crazy

I can put you in your dream house (House), stylin' (Stylin', ooh, yeah)
Now you say he ain't your boyfriend, you just vibin'
I can put you in an AP, keep you in a CC (Keep you in a CC)
Flowers on your necklace (Ooh, yeah), in Waikiki
Girl, I ain't nothin'

Nothin' like your exes (Exes), nothin' like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain't tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I'm nothin' like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin' like your exes, nothin' like your exes (Ooh, oh)

Tell 'em you ain't get the message
Say you in the hills and there ain't no reception
Funny how you got him stressin'
IG post got the nigga pressured
Usually I don't save these hoes
But tonight I'm a hero
Hit it 'til you dozin' off
Got you wakin' up

In the big ass dream house (House), stylin' (Stylin', ooh, yeah)
Now you say he ain't your boyfriend, you just vibin'
I can put you in an AP, keep you in a CC (Keep you in a CC)
Flowers on your necklace (Ooh, yeah), in Waikiki
Girl, I ain't nothin'

Nothin' like your exes (Exes), nothin' like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain't tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I'm nothin' like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin' like your exes, nothin' like your exes (Ooh, yeah)

Nothin' like your-, nothin' like your exes, ooh-oh
He ain't tell you that you sexy, lock it down-lock it down
Nothin' like your-, nothin' like your exes
He ain't tell you that you sexy

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By Yourself

(feat. Mustard & Jhené Aiko)

[Billie Piper (YG):]
I've been feelin' kinda strange lately
I don't know what's goin' on baby
Ever since I came back from outta town
Something's tellin' me some bullshit is goin' down (Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
Say you ain't afraid to be by yourself (By yourself)
Say you ain't afraid to be by yourself (Ooh, ooh)
You don't need a man, you do it by yourself
Oh, oh, oh-oh
You did it by yourself
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Well is you single, where my single ladies?
Stacked your bread and bought your own Mercedes (Vroom, vroom)
You your own boss, do it your way (Way)
Quick to tell a broke nigga, "Go away" (Go away)
You ain't never 'bout no drama (Drama)
You ain't pressed (Pressed)
You want bigger things and better things (Things)
Put that work in, stay on your job
You don't break a sweat (No, oh)
In the mirror takin' pics 'cause you know you the shit

[Ty Dolla $ign {Jhené Aiko}:]
Girl, you ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
Say you ain't afraid to be by yourself (By yourself)
Say you ain't afraid to be by yourself (Ooh, ooh)
You don't need a man, you do it by yourself
Oh, oh, oh-oh
You did it by yourself
Ayy, ayy, ayy {Yeah}

[Jhené Aiko:]
You know I do this shit on my own
Pockets long, I'm so grown, I'm so godly
Even when alone, I'm never lonely
Only call him up when I am horny, haha
Yeah, I'm that bitch and I know it (And I know it)
And I don't even need nobody else to notice
I be ridin' through the hood bumpin' my own shit
Headed to the crib right by the ocean
Yeah, I did it, I did it, I do it all by myself, yeah
I get it, I get it, don't need nobody else, ooh woah

[Ty Dolla $ign & Jhené Aiko:]
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
Say you ain't afraid to be by yourself (By yourself)
Say you ain't afraid to be by yourself (Ooh, ooh)
You don't need a man, you do it by yourself
Oh, oh, oh-oh
You did it by yourself
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh woah)

[Billie Piper (Ty Dolla $ign):]
No more sittin' at home alone
While you're 'round with somebody else
No more starin' at the phone
'Cause I can do better by myself
(By yourself, by yourself, by yourself)

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Universe

(feat. Kehlani)

(D.A. got that dope)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
The universe must want me to win
I'm happier than I've ever been, ever been, yeah
Feeling this good should be a sin, yeah
The universe must want me to win, yeah
The universe just gave me a lick
Sent down an angel so fine and so thick, yeah
Feeling this good should be a sin, yeah
The universe must want me to win, yeah

Sent me an angel
I woke up smiling this morning, feeling so grateful
I'm drippin' in forty pointers, Mama, I made it
I had a dream about this feeling and I claimed it
Yeah, I embraced it
I know I'm so blessed, and I probably don't deserve all this
And I know that, yeah, I know that I'm a mess
But you see more than the surface
Girl, you more than beautiful, you perfect, oh, oh
Heaven only knows, oh-woah-woah
You're more than what I want, you're what I need
Gotta give it up, oh-woah-woah-woah
You're more than what I dream, yeah

The universe must want me to win
I'm happier than I've ever been, ever been, yeah
Feeling this good should be a sin, yeah
The universe must want me to win, yeah
The universe just gave me a lick
Sent down an angel so fine and so thick, yeah
Feeling this good should be a sin, yeah
The universe must want me to win, yeah

[Kehlani:]
Did it hurt when you came down a fall like that?
Stuck the landing of course 'cause you're raw like that
Should've known it was God with no flaws like that
All and all in that, I'd risk it all for that
I don't know what I did in this life or the last
To deserve such a past perfection (Perfection)
Baby, I will fight so it lasts to the next and beyond
Give me that blessing
Heaven only knows, oh, oh, oh
Knows it's being what I want, it's what I need
Gotta give it up, oh, oh, oh
You're more than what I dream, yeah

[Ty Dolla $ign & Kehlani:]
The universe must want me to win
I'm happier than I've ever been, ever been, yeah
Feeling this good should be a sin, yeah
The universe must want me to win, yeah
The universe just gave me a lick
Sent down an angel so fine and so thick, yeah
Feeling this good should be a sin, yeah
The universe must want me to win, yeah

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
You in love now
Feeling like I just made a touchdown
Ten seconds on the clock, they can't stop us now
We on the top of the world, me and my baby, oh-oh
[Kehlani:]
But it ain't no rush now
Yeah, we moving fast, just pass the crush now
Couple seconds on the clock and they can't stop us now
Just me and my, just me and my baby

[Ty Dolla $ign & Kehlani:]
The universe must want me to win
I'm happier than I've ever been, ever been, yeah
Feeling this good should be a sin, yeah
The universe must want me to win, yeah
The universe just gave me a lick
Sent down an angel so fine and so thick, yeah
Feeling this good should be a sin, yeah
The universe must want me to win, yeah

---

Lift Me Up

(feat. Future & Young Thug)

[Young Thug:]
Hit me up
Lift me up, pick me up, baby
Yeah
Off the Xanny, yeah

Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body
I wanna know if you can last no longer, ha
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I'm puttin' molly in my IV (Hm)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Tent out in Maldives, I'll be your Hercules
I'll f*ck the shit out of you (Ooh, yeah)
You'll tell your friends 'bout me (Ah, yeah)
You so possessive, way too jealous
Don't bring your friends around me (Me)
I had some famous girls, some models, and some regular hoes (Regular hoes)
I tell my bitch about 'em, think it's probably best that she knows (Best that she knows)
I bought a Richard Mille, it's a Bubba Watson luxury
Drop my new shit, now all these bitches wanna f*ck with me (Me)
Another new one in my collection (Collection)
Nothin' but bad bitches up in my section (My section)
Nothin' but princess cuts and baguettes (Baguettes)
No commercial, wheels up on the jet

[Young Thug:]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body
I wanna know if you can last no longer
[Young Thug & Ty Dolla $ign:]
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I'm puttin' molly in my IV (Hm)

[Future:]
Private show viewin' on the runway
Twelve-inch heels, Roberto Cavalli
Eight zips of codeine in a Hi-C
Throwin' private parties at the penthouse at the Marquee
Bora Bora villa, yeah
Lil' Kim how I count dead pres'
You got more Chanel bags than your birthday
Molly and power make you a mermaid
Swimmin' in Franklins, swimmin' in Benji
You get your backstroke in Stella McCartney
My gangbangin' friends gon' be the ones to protect you
You been turnin' up ever since that nigga left you
Oh, baby, nasty, all nine karats
Ghost like Casper, doors open backwards
Oh, you a ballerina, tippin' on marble
Oh, you got paper for your diamonds, oh, and they sparkle
Donald Trump a wrist flick, I'm a misfit, but I'ma keep you in some new shit
Five languages, girl, name it, I buy the shelf out of Ruth Chris
Spaceship got you woozy, every day you wake up is a movie
Every day you gotta prove it, you goin' to sleep in jacuzzi

[Young Thug & Ty Dolla $ign:]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me (Carry me)
Oh, baby, let me down (Let me down), oh, baby, tragedy (Tragedy)
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body (Oh)
I wanna know if you can last no longer (Ooh, yeah)
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I'm puttin' molly in my IV (Hm)

---

Time Will Tell

Dolla $ign
(Wheezy Beats)

This the end, oh yeah, tell me, is this our farewell? (Ooh, yeah)
Can we get it back? They tell me, "Only time will tell"
We can't let it go, this shit don't feel natural
Can we get it back? Baby, only time will tell

That's a fact, knowing you ain't right
Crossin' all these lines, makin' "X"'s when you mine
F*ck all that (F*ck all that), girl, that ain't no good
Blowin' my shit like 'Woods, look, let's get this understood
Bae, you're mine, 'member all them times?
Hit it, then rewind, then jump back punchin' your spine
Every night, spread your lips in two (Two)
Toot that ass up with a view, now you're actin' brand new

My lil' baby, lil' baby left me lonely
Said she moving, said she moving on from me
She can never, she can never get over me
But if this what you want from me (Ooh, yeah)

This the end, oh yeah, tell me, is this our farewell? (Ooh, yeah)
Can we get it back, they tell me, "Only time will tell"
We can't let it go, this shit don't feel natural, ayy
Can we get it back? Baby, only time will tell

Oh, only time will tell
Oh, only time will tell
Said you done with that, don't know how we got off track
Can we get it back? Baby, only time will tell

Sudden change, why the sudden change, hmm?
Switch on me like lanes, now you tryna turn the page, ooh
How am I to blame? I did all these things
Had you wetter than the rain, make you scream my name
Bust it like a Draco, damn, that pussy fuego
We go back like retro, build it like a Lego
Girl, no, I can't let go, stuck on you like Velcro
This shit ain't the same, yeah

My lil' baby, lil' baby left me lonely (Lonely)
Said she moving, said she moving on from me (From me)
She can never, she can never get over me
But if this what you want from me (No)

This the end, oh yeah, tell me, is this our farewell?
Can we get it back? They tell me, "Only time will tell" (Yeah)
We can't let it go (Yeah), this shit don't feel natural, ayy
Can we get it back? Baby, only time will tell (Yeah-yeah)

Oh, only time will tell
Oh, only time will tell (Ooh)
Said you done with that, don't know how we got off track (Ooh)
Can we get it back? Baby, only time will tell (Yeah)

(Baby, only time will tell) I just wanna know
(Baby, only time will tell)
Dolla $ign
(Baby, only-)
(Wheezy outta here)

---

Dr. Sebi

Oh, oh (Friendly), oh, oh (Friendly), oh, oh (Friendly)
All jokes aside, I had dreams of it endin', endin'
I want an eater like Dr. Sebi
I beat the case 'cause I had on some black Giuseppes (Yeah)
I'll hold you down like a tight string, bedsheet
And won't let you go until you tell me that you staying
How you gon' leave before you motherf*ckin' find out? (Yeah)
Hope you brought tissues 'cause I'm 'bout to cry my eyes out
Paid your tuition, then I bought out all your Girl Scouts (Yeah)
Heard you was single, baby, tell me what they talking 'bout (What you talkin' 'bout?)
What they talkin' 'bout, huh? (Let's go)
I can't simply bring the sun out (No, I can't)
Even in New York, I got my motherf*cking gun out (Pop)
Heard that nigga 'round me got a crush on you, I bet not find out (Bet not find out)
I don't know nothin' about it (Don't know nothin' about it)
I don't know nothin' about it (Don't know nothin' about it)
I go menace 'bout it (Yeah)
I ain't heard nothing 'bout it (Yeah)
I'm too rich to pout on (Yeah)
Way too lit for clout on me (Yeah)
Stack it like a Jew (Stack it)
Make sure every 'fit you rockin' came with foreign shoes (Skrrt)
Make sure every car you're driving came without a roof (Skrrt, skrrt)
Make sure every bitch you f*cking show you the whole crew
Just because you're tycoon

---

Powder Blue

(feat. Gunna)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Woo, woo

Bitch, I paid my dues (Dues), Porsche is powder blue (Blue)
Shit been real (Real), but we made it through (Through)
Twenty pointer sittin' on my neck (Yeah)
Bitch, I want respect nothing less (Nothing less)
Bitch, I paid my dues (Dues), Porsche is powder blue (Blue)
Sky the limit (Limit), and I'm livin' proof (Proof)
Twenty pointer sittin' on my neck (On my neck)
Bitch, I want respect nothing less (Nothing less)

New check, ayy, blew it on a dream house, yeah
Success, ain't too many I can trust now
Damn, now she blowin' up my phone, too much to deal with
I just smoked a whole O, still ain't feel shit
Dolce Gabbana all on the red carpet like, "Mama, I made it"
Now that I'm poppin' and runnin' up commas, it's hard to save it (Save it)
I bought my shawty new Balenciaga, ain't come with no laces
I put some VV's all up in my teeth and they lookin' like braces
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, I might pay your rent
Waldorf Astoria (Ooh), no more Radisson
Comin' through the back door, bitch, let us in
I mix Gucci with Chanel, and some Vetements, yeah, yeah

Bitch, I paid my dues (Dues), Porsche is powder blue (Blue)
Shit been real (Real), but we made it through (Through)
Twenty pointer sittin' on my neck (Yeah)
Bitch, I want respect nothing less (Nothing less)
Bitch, I paid my dues (Dues), Porsche is powder blue (Blue)
Sky the limit (Limit), and I'm livin' proof (Proof)
Twenty pointer sittin' on my neck (On my neck)
Bitch, I want respect nothing less (Nothing less)

[Gunna:]
We just want respect, nothin' less (Less)
Spend a dollar, we want a check, nothin' less (Less)
Me and Ty Dolla and a few tricks on the jet
Sneakers Prada, it's Miyagi on my chest (Yeah)
Young GunWunna, I don't call nobody to get dressed (No)
She like it when we sex and get sloppy with her neck (Sloppy with her neck)
She a performer, look like yoga when she stretch (When she stretch)
I'm strokin' it through her dress, left my babies on her breast (Babies on her breast)
Had to pay my dues (Dues), I ain't playin' to lose (Playin' to lose)
Neck a waterproof (Waterproof), T-Shirt made by Rue (Made by Rue, yeah)
Fifty dime at Lenox when I'm in a mood (Yeah)
Been down from the beginning, so I bought her jewels (Yeah)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Bitch, I paid my dues (Dues), Porsche is powder blue (Blue)
Shit been real (Real), but we made it through (Through)
Twenty pointer sittin' on my neck (Yeah)
Bitch, I want respect nothing less (Nothing less)
Bitch, I paid my dues (Dues), Porsche is powder blue (Blue)
Sky the limit (Limit), and I'm livin' proof (Proof)
Twenty pointer sittin' on my neck (On my neck)
Bitch, I want respect nothing less (Nothing less)

---

Everywhere

Bongo, turn it up
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Told her meet me in the bedroom
California King size, I need some leg room
She'll forgive me, she like, "Boy, I need a restroom", ayy
Hit it from the back, I had to bless you
Cut it up in the kitchen
I know right before you cum, intuition
Hands around her neck, she like submission
She only gave me one condition

We gotta f*ck everywhere, everywhere
Gotta f*ck everywhere, uh-huh-huh, baby

Hit it on the dryer, mm
Girl, that pussy fire, ooh
I got her legs to the sky, uh
Got her hittin' high notes like Mariah, ohh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, my butterfly, uhh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she wanna f*ck everywhere

Told her meet me in the bedroom
California King size, I need some leg room
She'll forgive me, she like, "Boy, I need a restroom", ayy
Hit it from the back, I had to bless you
Cut it up in the kitchen
I know right before you cum, intuition
Hands around her neck, she like submission
She only gave me one condition

We gotta f*ck everywhere, everywhere
Gotta f*ck everywhere, uh-huh-huh, baby

President suite, Ritz Carlton
Balls-deep all on the ottoman
Last-minute flew you all the way to Oregon
Turns out it wasn't all that borin'
Sounded like (Ooh, ooh-ooh)
Like Ariana, yeah
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she wanna f*ck me everywhere

Told her meet me in the bedroom
California King size, I need some leg room
She'll forgive me, she like, "Boy, I need a restroom", ayy
Hit it from the back, I had to bless you
Cut it up in the kitchen
I know right before you cum, intuition
Hands around her neck, she like submission
She only gave me one condition

We gotta f*ck everywhere, everywhere
Gotta f*ck everywhere, uh-huh-huh, baby

---

Slow It Down

Shawty, damn, when you takin' it off
Slow it down, girl, we got all night long
Shut it down (Shut it down), we ain't takin' no calls
Slow it down, and, baby, slow it down
Slow it down (Slow it down, oh)
Shawty, damn (Shawty, damn, ooh)
Shut it down (Shut it down, girl)
Slow it down (Ooh, yeah)

Baby, take it easy on me
'Cause you know that pussy OD
Especially when I'm off brown
You know you can get it right now
If that nigga being nosy, trippin'
'Cause he thinkin' he your only nigga
So he asks you where you gon' be
Tell him, "Anywhere but with me," yeah

Just tell me where to stroke
Tell me that it's mine
Even though you're lyin'
I'm gon' handle mine
Pin you to the wall, hit it out the park
Have you scream, "Stop"
We ain't done 'til you drippin' wet
Soon as you done, I'ma lick it off

Shawty, damn, when you takin' it off
Slow it down, girl, we got all night long (We got all night long)
Shut it down, we ain't takin' no calls
Slow it down, and, baby, slow it down
Slow it down
Shawty, damn
Shut it down (Yeah)
Slow it down

Girl, don't tell me what you wan' do
No more talkin', let me show you (Show you)
Yeah, tonight it's gon' be my way
Put that pussy on my face
And I'ma make her get it real wet, soakin'
Know you down to have rich sex, strokin'
Got Chanel on her bed set
Got you sweatin', get your hair wet, oh

Tell me where to stroke
Tell me that it's mine
Even though you're lyin'
I'm gon' handle mine
Legs to the sky, look me in the eye
Feelings can't hide
Girl, I can't lie, it's obvious
Ain't nobody sexin' good as us

Shawty, damn (Shawty, damn), when you takin' it off (Take it off)
Slow it down, girl, we got all night long (We got all night long)
Shut it down (Shut it down), we ain't takin' no calls
Slow it down, baby, slow it down
Slow it down (Baby)
Shawty, damn (Shawty, damn, shawty, damn)
Shut it down (Oh, oh, oh)
Slow it down

---

Your Turn

(feat. Musiq Soulchild, Tish Hyman & 6LACK)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Love never felt so good (So good)
But I always knew it good (It good)
Now I don't wanna let it go (No, no, no)
But I know this is life (This is life)
But most time don't feels right (Right)
But then nobody's really yours (Really yours)

It's just your turn (Yeah, yeah)
Just your turn (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
For a reason, or season, who knows how long for (Oh woah, oh woah)
But it's your turn (Yeah, yeah)
So do your best (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
To make me happy and keep it goin' on (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
It's your turn

It's your turn, it's your turn, it's your turn, baby
It's just your turn, it's your turn, it's your turn, baby
Nobody is truly yours, it's just your turn, baby
Nobody is truly yours, it's just your turn, baby
It's your turn, it's your turn, it's your turn, baby
It's just your turn, it's your turn, it's your turn, baby
Nobody is truly yours, it's just your turn, baby
It's just your turn, yeah, yeah-yeah

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I'm holdin' on for this life (This life)
For what I think feels right (Feels right)
It doesn't make much sense to me, ooh yeah
[Musiq Soulchild (Ty Dolla $ign):]
'Cause I know I fell in love at sixteen ('Teen)
In love at twenty (Love)
Fell in love at twenty-two (Twenty-two)
Now what the Hell does it all mean?
I know (I know)

[Musiq Soulchild (Ty Dolla $ign):]
It's your turn (Yeah, yeah)
It's your turn (Woah, oh, ooh woah)
For a reason or season, who knows how long for (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
It's your turn (Yeah, yeah)
Do your best (Do your best)
To make me happy and keep it goin' on (Goin' on)
It's your turn

[Ty Dolla $ign (Musiq Soulchild):]
It's your turn, it's your turn, it's your turn, baby (It's your turn)
It's just your turn, it's your turn, it's your turn, baby (It's your turn)
Nobody is truly yours, it's just your turn, baby (No one)
Nobody is truly yours, it's just your turn, baby (Truly yours, oh, ooh)
It's your turn, it's your turn, it's your turn, baby (It's your turn)
It's just your turn, it's your turn, it's your turn, baby (It's your turn)
Nobody is truly yours, it's just your turn, baby (No one's truly yours)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Tish Hyman:]
It's your turn, it's your turn, it's your turn, baby
It's just your turn, it's your turn, it's your turn, baby
Nobody is truly yours, it's just your turn, baby
Nobody is truly yours, it's just your turn, baby
It's your turn, it's your turn, it's your turn, baby
It's just your turn, it's your turn, it's your turn, baby
Nobody is truly yours, it's just your turn

Just like the sky you blue but you gon' find somebody new
I was there to teach you somethin' that you never knew
I will reach up to the sky put down a cloud for you
Wanna see you happy even I'm not with you
Even I'm not with you, and I was just your turn
Even though I'm not with you, and I was just your turn

[6LACK:]
Maybe it's your turn, you shouldn't feel a way
Lately I've been grateful, countin' down the days
Know a nigga feel you, that's still stay
Ride towards lovers, honey I don't know (Know)
No, I don't
What will be, what we'll see

King of love, king of all things, it's an art thing
When it feels good, it's a God thing
Keep it goin' on, and on and on (Ooh)
And on and on, until it's almost gone
Maybe it's your turn (Yeah)
I think it's just your turn (Yeah)
Oh

---

Return

This life is short, you know
You're here today, you're gone tomorrow (Yeah)
You gotta prepare your purpose
Make sure our response is real and genuine (For real)
The ones who truly love you and you love them
You can't hold onto nothin' in this world, so
Doubt we can't get it when we return

---

Ego Death

You used to know how to love me right
You used to know how to love me right
Ooh, yeah

You've got some things on your mind
I would hate to see you cry
Ego death is where you find happiness
That's the only place you find happiness
Off too many drugs, it's so bad for us
One too many drinks and you had enough

Murdered my ego when you walked away
It hurt my ego when you walked away
Gave you my all, that wouldn't make you stay
Murdered my ego when you walked away

You wear this look on your face
So much animosity
Ego death is where you find happiness
That's the only place you find happiness
Way too many drugs, it's so bad for us
One too many drinks and you had enough

Murdered my ego when you walked away
It hurt my ego when you walked away
(Woo, woo-woo-woo-woo, woo, woo-woo-woo-woo)
Gave me your all, that wouldn't make me stay
Murdered my ego when you walked away
(Woo, woo-woo-woo-woo)

Hold on, this train going by
Free to do what you want to do
You've got to live your life

Lotta people be thinkin', but I'm just a sayer
Artists can't perform the Super Bowl, but it's okay for the players?
All these half-way movements, need a whole lot improvement
Everybody wanna talk, everybody wanna type
Ain't nobody finna do sh-
And everybody throwin' dirt, all that talk won't work
All that talk don't work, now, who you think you talkin' to nerd?
But w-w-w-w-w-wait, it get worse
Wait, it-wait, it-wait, it been bad
Showin' up to the Grammy's mad
Tryna win some' we already have
Tryna become some' we already are
Don't make me go Rastafar'
If you do, no try, no dyin', we livid, I'm livin', I get more specific
All these admirations, likes, and false validations
Feed into our ego, talk for somethin', negro
One in four get locked up, your girlfriend get knocked up
Plan B was they Plan A to lower the count of our families
To lower the count on our damn votes

Let the man quote (Your joy isn't tied to me)
Who dropped drones on 'em?
Ye, don't take that tone on 'em (Your joy isn't tied to me, yeah)
Don't go Watch The Throne on 'em
Just hit a billi', he goin' on 'em (Your joy isn't tied to me)
(Your joy isn't tied to me)

I let my ego down and then I rise back up
I let my ego down and then the beast come back
I'm armed, to let a sucker step up and get bombed
By a beat created by my producer
I am losin' my mind 'cause your heart's so blind
When you left me outside, I be losin' my mind
I am losin' my mind 'cause your heart's so blind
When you left me outside, I be losin' my mind
It's gonna cost you to be great
You will have to sacrifice something to be great