Don't Tell Me You Love Me lyrics - Big Sean

[Verse 1]
I know your tears more than you cause I see 'em so much
That's what happens when you're here with no trust, okay
I lied, cheated, you cried
You done worse shit, and I'm still here, right?
And motherfuck your friends
All them hoes hatin'
If you're not down, then what's your location?
I called and checked in every night and that was not probation
They gave they two cents and we ain't ask for no donation
Man, you on some other other shit
Just found out about my other other bitch
Went from "I love ya" to "Ya don't know who ya fuckin' with"
Fresh off of vacay and already need another trip
She said I had enough tries
Oh, and I'm the reason that she doesn't trust guys
What's the perfect girl if it's not the perfect time?
If you wanna leave fine

[Chorus]
Just don't tell me you love me
You're gonna make it too hard for me
I wish you were ugly
It'd wouldn't be so hard to leave
'Cause baby I hate to love you
I can't make up my mind
'Cause right when I tell you it's over
By the end of the night, I be right back in bed witchu
I be right back in bed witchu
So don't tell me you love me

[Verse 2]
Wishin' I would've tried more
She wanted the truth
Truthfully I wish I lied more
'Cause when I was true, all I heard was bye more,
Fuck you, who is that? And I don't know why more
We were picture perfect and I tore it all apart
But if I pick up all the pieces we could still be a collage
Feelin' like we ended too soon
Used to stay home and do it in all the rooms
Back shots, I know what you like
Had you hittin' high notes and you don't even need no autotune
Nights I was Patron'ed up
Girls dressed alike lookin' like they cloned up
Same nights I wouldn't pick my phone up
And you was thinkin' "Damn boy, grow up! "
And I could still hear her leavin'
Crazy, when a heart breaks it never breaks even
I even found another girl that's perfect
And I'm the only reason we're not workin'
'Cause what's the perfect girl if it's not the perfect time?
And if you wanna stay, fine

[Chorus]
Just don't tell me you love me
You're gonna make it too hard for me
I wish you were ugly
It'd wouldn't be so hard to leave
'Cause baby I hate to love you
I can't make up my mind
'Cause right when I tell you it's over
By the end of the night, I be right back in bed witchu
I be right back in bed witchu
So don't tell me you love me

So don't tell me you love me, whatever you do, whatever you do
So don't tell me you love me
So don't tell me you love me, whatever you do, whatever you do
So don't tell me you love me

Intro lyrics - Big Sean

I say
I’m still dreaming bigger than I’m living
And just sleeping long enough to dream
Spent long enough in the sheets
It’s time to turn it to the real thing
And turn these ideas to milli’s
Business in the buildings
No girlfriend, you’re looking for some feelings
Find a dentist
Me and my crew toured around the world
Shook a million hands
I never made the crowd fans
I made ‘em all fam
And came back to the city
That made us all men
Except we kings now
Reflecting, trying to take it all in
I put the city on my back
So that way if I fall
I’m crowd surfing the map
I turn mistakes into lessons
Dead ends to exits
On the journey of my life
So I’m inviting ya’ll to get in
Let’s go

Big Sean Other Songs

She lyrics - Big Sean

[Hook: Big Sean]
Oh God
She gon' have it
She gon' keep it
She said she gon' have it
She gon' keep it
She gon' have it
Aww shit there go our little secret

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
It was all good just a week ago
Worst problem that I had was that my speakers blown
In my whip, fuck it I got me a job
I feel rich I ain't gotta sell weed I'm legit
Shit I seen her pull up in a parking lot first
Thought I had was hotties, hoes didn't find where I work
Then her friend, "Hey go girl go tell em'"
I knew she was mad as hell when that bitch said, "Tell em'"
All because I hit and stop textin'
But before I finish that thought she told me she pregnant (The fuck?)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
She like I ain't try to argue with it, I know you got bitches
I just hit you back because I'm moving forward with this shit
Really my mom and my aunt was my father figures
I just figured with fathers it might make all the difference
I'm sayin', "Is it mine? Do we gotta get Maury involved with it? "
"How many niggas you think that I done had all in it? Stupid nigga"
I don't even know why I'm sayin shit'
I hate to be on that all-nigga's-the-same shit
But shit I'm saying girl it is what it is
We talking kids with a kid and a crib with a crib
But I ain't tryin' to leave believe
I would be a good dad just like my dad was to me
And I can't tell you to kill that shit my mom had me
And I can't tell you to keep a shit we ain't ready
Now I gotta tell my family to pull up a seat
Cause I planted a seed and about to extend the family tree
And we so stressed out that I called her weed man
I prolly gotta bout a whole family tree

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean (Common)]
Granny called my mom sayin' I have demons
I heard my parents talkin' in the next bed
(To raise Sean we damn near had to give our left leg
What the hell they teachin' these kids in sex ed?)
Everything that I forgot while getting the best head
I know couples who took classes cause they couldn't
I know ball players who pay strippers so they wouldn't
What really make me feel like I ain't shit
Is that I still gotta tell my main chick

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Fuck, there go our little secret
She gon' have it
She gon' keep it
9 months later shit we gon' see it
Damn, aww shit

Paradise lyrics - Big Sean

[Hook:]
I always wanted to stunt so hard
I always wanted to ride that whip
I always wanted to fuck that bitch
Thank you God, I fucked that bitch
I always wanted to live this life
I always wanted to wear that ice
I always wanted paradise
I always wanted paradise

[Bridge 1:]
Look, now it don't take a lot to make you rich
I'm addicted to a lot of crazy shit
Man, I feel like money is the best drug
Sometimes, hate can be the best love

[Verse:]
Walkin' in like I got cameras on me
Niggas can't control me, ain't no handles on me
Shit don't get out of hand, it get handled, homie
Got a pretty young girl look like Janet on me
She a pretty penny and she know I'm doing numbers
Till we crash up the whole database
I bring it home like I'm base to base to base
Closet lookin' like Planet of the Bathing Apes
What you think this life just landed on me?
My whole city look like it's abandoned, homie
And we came straight out of those abandoned homies
Every wish we ever had got granted, homie
And I'll never take that shit for granted
Even when the marble floor and counter top is all granite
Back before I got paid any advances
Back when my rollie was ticking, no dancing
Nigga, never did I slip or I panic
Even if I was the captain of Titanic
Riding through the north Atlantic, homie
I never jumped crew or abandoned, homie
All the fruits of my labor organic, homie
Making sure my family tree got hammocks on it
And a good guy can change, 'specially if he saw change
So fuck is my ransom, homie?

[Bridge 2 - x4:]
Money bag, money bag, money bag

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Straight up, Finally Famous, nigga
I always wanted paradise

Keep It Gee lyrics - Big Sean (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Intro]
Boiii, GOOD
So this is what it feels like to make something outta nothing huh?
For a young nigga to start with nothing and get muthafucking rich on ya dumbass
Finally Famous

[Hook: Big Sean]
Bitch, my life is nothin’ but a G thing
Pick up a 100 G’s, take off a G-string
Clique full of G’s and some bad-ass bitches
Oh, your ear to the streets? Okay, well, holla if you hear us
I keep it G, I keep it G, I keep it G, I keep it G
I keep it, I keep it, I keep it
I keep it G [repeated]

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Okay, my life is nothin’ but a G thang
Pick up 100 G’s, take off a G-string
Oh, Jesus, they love me to pieces
Got up in the game cause I was tired of the bleachers
Get rich, repeat it, taste it, I’m delish’
Lookin’ so good she put me on her fuck for free list
I turn her on ‘fore I go in
I swear that pussy keyless
I might let her ride the mic and let her friend come get the remix
Oh boy you do it
Rollin’ rich nigga weed (rich nigga weed)
With a rich nigga bitch (rich nigga bitch)
I’m ridin’ ’round the city, in a rich nigga whip
Yea a nigga paid a grip, for all this rich nigga shit
And all these bad hoes, they want a rich nigga’s dick
O God, this life is such a blessin’
See I smoke ’til I can’t smoke no more and drink is no exception
Man these crazy niggas crazy, nigga when you gon’ learn yo lesson
They won’t talk shit about you plaques, but they gon’ talk when you are restin’
Man, so fuck ‘em

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
10 Ben Franklins, nigga, that’s a G homie
Flash the pinky ring, baby you can ski on it
Put it in your uterus, U-Haul, I move the shit
Baby I’m a shark and these rappers taste like tuna fish
Look at this, movie with no movie script
I die real, do this shit
Just bought an old-school so that’s my newest whip
Cartiers on, I can see all through the shit
I spell southside with an F that stand for foolishness
fuck that shit, fuck with us, we’ll have you in some luxury
I need a stash pot for a couple keys
When I’m in the Gucci store, I spend some G’s to wear some G’s
If you is a sucker, I’m a charger, where’s the sucker fee?
Luckily, smoking on that vote for me, Presidential evidence
Truck so big, I can’t park it at my residence
Wallet so big, I can’t put it in my back pocket
Soon as her ass dropping, the cash dropping

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
I deserve congrats (Why?)
I turned my old car into a new
My basement into a presidential view
One into two, a milli to a few
Niggas want to see me fall off, ah shit
I’ll fall off and turn into you
fuck around, turn this peace sign to a piece
Tool Time: now you learn to muthafuckin screw
I feel like slappin’ a ho
Keep a bad bitch at the passenger door
Never ever break these broads off a lil’
Once you give ‘em something they be askin’ for more
If I run out then I’m snatchin’ up yours
Man I remain a quadruple-triple OG, triple OG, triple OG
And that’s a sign that I’m a made nigga that’s fasho

Only Two Can Win (Freestyle) lyrics - Big Sean

Whoa, Oh
Same ol’ me, but everything around me new
Made it to the roof and still stuck to my roots
Livin’ out the dream
Well, it might be a dream to you
But I do everything I dream, so to me it’s déjà vu
See everybody wanna go to big deal from no deal
To make it to the top you still gotta go uphill
Rollin’ up J’s, to rollin’ up here with J
Crazy how my life just went from surreal to so real
Back when rapping, school was a main contemplation
‘Ye took me to the Grammy’s, we had that conversation
Say, “You don’t make it this far doing no kind of waiting”
And a few years later it’ll lead me to my nomination
And that, that, that’s worth more than a diploma
Sometimes being your own boss is worth more than promotions
Chillin’ in a spot niggas kill to get inside
Spilt so much liquor on the ground, you’da thought my niggas died
But we inside!

Jit/Juke lyrics - Big Sean

[Verse 1:]
Ho, I got my cell phone ringin', nowadays it's hard to get me
Nine times out of ten, if you ballin' then you busy
Sippin' Henney, sippin' Rémy like it's Chrissy
And I pop that champagne like it's my birthday, really it's a Wednesday
All about the benjis, I've been gone all year
Came back, I swear you niggas ain't done moved an inch or centi
Mind movin' like a semi, pop pop pop, the truth is
I feel like masseuses when I back off in this bitch, I feel the tension
Ho, you've got your hand out, what that mean, like gimmie?
What you need your ass, a penny? Better off askin' for kidneys
I know thug ass niggas that'll run in your house
You lock the door, you lock the window, they gon' come down the chimney
Skinny nigga but I walk inside this bitch like Dikimbe
I'm the Laurent St., I keep a angel face with me
You got your hand out, ho, again, what that mean, like gimme?
What you need you, a penny? Better off askin' for kidneys
If a bitch don’t suck my dick, I swear that shit just offend me
Ho, I'm really from Detroit, I went to Cass and not Renni
Actin' like you can't die tonight, what, you gon' come back like Kenny?
I roll up spazzin' like Timmy, hand is attached to the benjis

[Hook x2:]
Atta-tached to the benjis, not attached to these feelings
I don't love these hoes, I'd rather fuck me a million, I mean it
If I said it, I mean it

If I said it, I mean it
If I said it, I mean it

[Verse 2:]
Nigga, I be the most imitated, my crib renovated
My old bitch assessin', my new bitch is waitin'
Just like a doctor with my operation
I got me my check-up but still got no patience
All of these texts and calls I'm not takin'
My phone overflowin', that shit can get drainin'
I signed up with Ye, and he just explained it
How we gotta get it like Jay-Z and Damon
Did back in the year that they came in
Stuck between a ROC and the G.O.O.D. place is where I'm remainin'
Bitch, it's finally famous
What you doing today I could do before breakfast
Young nigga T-rexing
My old bitch wish that she would've got pregnant
Tryna be the first lady because my wrist won a presidential election
Bitch, and I hope you offended
I said it, I meant it, I hope that recorded
I just broke a Guinness
I flew in from Italy through the Pacific
Shout out to Kourtney, Kim, Khloe and Scott Disick
When you see my pretty face, shut the fuck up and kiss it
And just know that my hands

[Hook x2]

If I said it, I mean it
If I said it, I mean it

[Outro:]
It's goin' down, down in the earliest round
And baby, we'll be goin' down swingin'
I'll be your number one with a bullet
I've got a loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
It's goin' down, down in the earliest round
And baby, we'll be goin' down swingin'
I'll be your number one with a bullet
I've got the safety off, cocked back, ready to pull it

Get'cha Some lyrics - Big Sean

You want my shoes?
You want my shirt?
My shoes too, nigga?

Boy, you need to go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya

Fresh, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic
Pull all the way to Gucci like, that's one fresh jacket
They looking at a nigga like, that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich bitch, see the shit that this cash get?
You can't afford the price so why the hell would you ask it?
These baggers try and snatch it, get they ass in a casket
Ya honey love me, she the mod of fashion
And I call her baby girl, just like her dad did
There's hundreds on my paper like a smart ass class get
Because I'm on top of my rap like an adlib
Ay you should holler mama, don't you hate cabana mama
Got a whole lot of mama, fifty and a prada

So you need to go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya

But to get it boy you gotta be rich or something
And my entire hold old like my dick or something
I made more than ends meet
My nigga BIG told me it was 'bout the Benji's
I'm in the limelight 'till the point my skin green
I'm living my dreams 'till the point you should pinch me, convince me

Fresh, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic
Pull all the way to Gucci like, that's one fresh jacket
They looking at a nigga like, that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich bitch, see the shit that this cash get?

You need to go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya

If I told ya where to get it, you niggas still wouldn't grab it
Just to pronounce it, you gotta have the accent
And they ask it, can they call me grocery store
Cause my pockets full of paper and plastic
Man, you not affording my asian persuasion
Excuse a little life in your face, he stays bathing
And when the heat blaze on high beams
You scream, I scream for some cold ass ice cream

You need to go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
These bros thinking that they really gon' get them some
So they try to take care of me like I'm sick or something
There's some things I don't like
I love the Nikes but not the white on whites
Forget the price tags cause I get what I like
And your girl looking for me because she like the pipe, ya dig?

Fresh, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic
Pull all the way to Gucci like, that's one fresh jacket
They looking at a nigga like, that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich bitch, see the shit that this cash get?

You need to go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya

Dog, the fabric on my ass is satin
And they sad, you think you could afford this fabric?
When it come to the hoes, I'm the man like shaft is
Cause I'm clean cut and handle them like baggage
Atheist turned Christian when I rock my true religions
Dog, is that real when I'm rocking pastels
These niggas want to wonder what the hell I be
I'm sticking to my roots like LRG

Fresh, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic
Pull all the way to Gucci like, that's one fresh jacket
They looking at a nigga like, that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich bitch, see the shit that this cash get?

You need to go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Pose for the hoes, they might want to take a pic or something
Hop up in the ride, they might wanna let me stick or something
The rag 'round my neck compliment the outfit
I'm out with broads, you be watching from the couches
Man, I'm a need money, power, respect
Find a little piece of Jesus that I threw around my neck

Fresh, fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic
Pull all the way to Gucci like, that's one fresh jacket
They looking at a nigga like, that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich bitch, see the shit that this cash get?

You need to go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya
Go get ya some, go go get ya some, go get ya

Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper lyrics - Big Sean (feat. Mac Miller)

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Now gimme everything I ask for or end up in a cast ho
Never slowing down that's why I'm gettin' paid fast-forward
Standing on my money, that's a cash flow (oh)
Smokin' medical, sippin' chemical I need a labcoat
From where they livin' off food stamps that's past poor
Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport
Yeah I made it out, made it up, and I'll remain makin' it up
Never satisfied what I make, no such thing as makin' enough
Bitch I'm livin' like it's monopoly
Tryna dodge jail and I'm buyin' up the property
Yo wifey was down with monogamy, til' she started massagin' me
But you can have a dollar ho, blame it on the economy
A young player at the tip-top
Bitch niggas hatin', bad bitches wanna liplock
I could show you the ropes, since I got the game in a slipknot
From a city of G's I'm just the one that was picked out

[Hook: Big Sean]
Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man every time they see me they say
Boy whatcha doin' (woah) boy whatcha doin', boy boy whatcha doin'
Bitch I'm tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper
Stackin' my paper

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Bitch, unzip my pants fore you try and take them off
Open wide, say ah then you cough
See I got so many shows, think it's a season of Lost
Get money uniform, you can see I'm on my job
Ah damn, bitch you better stand in your lane
All my jams are so insane, you just Danity Kane
Straight pussy, and no balls
Rockin' jeans and thug sandals, that's a faux pas
Have em all like - oh God, every time we showin' off
True players what we is and true players don't dissolve
They evolve into a Gotti, was illa then you thought you was
Now we in Bugattis ridin' shotty when we shoppin' for some good shit
I don't claim no hood shit
But I guarantee you I ain't on that Hollywood shit
Hey, unless it's chilling up at Holiday Hills
And that's sixteen bars, all of em ill (what)

Say say say
True players what we is and true players don't dissolve [x6]

[Hook: Big Sean]
Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man every time they see me they say
Boy whatcha doin' (woah) boy whatcha doin', boy boy whatcha doin'
Bitch I'm tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper
Stackin' my paper

Dance (A$$) Remix lyrics - Big Sean (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Hook:]
Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
Stop... now make that motherfucker hammer time like

Go stupid, Go stupid, Go stupid

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Wobble-dy wobble-dy wa wobble wobble
I'm st-stacking my paper my wallet look like a bible
I got girlies half naked that shit look like the grotto
How your waist anorexic and then your ass is colossal
Like whoo
Drop that ass make it boomerang
Take my belt off bitch I'm Pootie Tang
Tippy tow tippy tay you gonna get a tip today
Fuck that you gonna get some dick today
I walk in with my crew and I'm breaking they necks
I'm looking all good I'm making her wet
They pay me respect they pay me in checks
And if she look good she pay me in sex
Do it!
Bounce that ass (ass), it's the roundest (roundest)
You the best (best), you deserve a crown bitch
Right on that,

[Hook:]
Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Stop... now make that motherfucker hammer time like...

Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Wobbledy wobble, wo-wo-wobble, wobbin'
Ass so fat, all these bitches' pussies is throbbin'
Bad bitches, I'm your leader, phantom by the meter
Somebody point me to the best ass-eater
Tell 'em "Pussy clean!" I tell 'em "Pussy squeaky!"
Niggas give me brain 'cause all of them niggas geeky
If he got a mandingo, then I buy him a dashiki
And bust this pussy open in the islands of Waikikiiiiii...
Kiss my ass and my anus, 'cause it's finally famous
And it's finally so, yeah, it's finally so!
I don't know, man, guess them ass shots wore off!
Bitches ain't poppin', Google my ass
Only time you on the net is when you Google my ass
Ya fuckin' little whores, fu-fuckin' up my decors
Couldn't get Michael Kors if you was fuckin' Michael Kors
B-B-Big Sean, b-boy, how big is you?
Gimme all yo' money and gimme all yo' residuals
Then slap it on my ass, ass, ass...

[Hook]

[Big Sean:]
Woah, white girls, black girls, tall girls, fat girls
Shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass
Shake that ass, shake that Ass, shake that ass
Go, go

Short girls, small girls, skinny girls, all girls
Shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass
Shake that ass, shake that Ass, shake that ass

And I want all of that,

[Hook]

Go stupid!

Control (HOF) lyrics - Big Sean (feat. Kendrick Lamar & Jay Electronica)

[Intro: Big Sean]
I look up
Yeah and I take my time
I'm a take my time, woah
Power moves only

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Boy I'm 'bout my business on business
I drink liquor on liquor
I had women on women
Yeah that's bunk bed bitches
I've done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin'
Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town hall shit
They prayin' on my motherfuckin' downfall bitch like a drought but
You gon' get this rain like it's May weather
G.O.O.D. Music, Ye weather
Champagne just tastes better
They told me I never boy, never say never
Swear my flow special like an infant's first steps
I got paid to reverse debts
Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress
So now I'm talkin' to the reaper to reverse death
So I can kick it with my grandad, take him for a ride
Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried
Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside
Don't matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind
In my mind, but fuck tryin' and not doin'
Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga's not doin'
I said fuck tryin' and not doin'
Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga's not doin'
I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac bitch, and got ruined
So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid
I can't motherfuckin' stop movin'
Go against me, you won't stop losin'
From the city where every month is May-
Day at home, spray your dome
Niggas get sprayed up like cologne for a paycheck or loan
Yeah I know that shit ain't fair
They say that Detroit ain't got a chance, we ain't even got a mayor
You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone
I knew that the world was for the taking and it wouldn't take long
We on, tryna be better than everybody that's better than everybody
Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit verse everybod
I'm so fuckin' first class I could spit up on every pilot
The city's my Metropolis, feel it It's metabolic
And I'm over niggas sayin' they're the hottest shit
Then run to the hottest niggas just to stay hot
I'm one of the hottest because I flame drop
Drop fire, and not because I'm name droppin'
Hall of Fame droppin'
And I ain't takin' shit from nobody unless they're OG's
Cause that ain't the way of an OG
So my GO collect more G's, every dollar
Never changed though, I'm just the new version of old me
Forever hot headed but never got cold feet
Got up in the game won't look back at my old seats
Clique so deep we take up the whole street
I need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week, Sean Don

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' their minds
Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond
Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize
I'm not gonna fold or demise
(I don't smoke crack, motherfucker I sell it)
Everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
Don't pop me no fucking pill, I'm a a pop you and give you this

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit
So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this shit
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch
One at a time, I line 'em up and bomb on they mom while she watchin' the kids
I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists
I'm important like the pope, I'm a muslim on pork
I'm Machiavelli's offspring, I'm the king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces
Cardio bracelets for my women free as I'm in Vegas
Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me
I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable
Fuck y'all clubs, fuck y'all pictures
Your Instagram can gobble these nuts
Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup
My big homie Kurupt
This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch
I've seen niggas Transform like villain Decepticons
Mollies'll prolly turn these bitches to fuckin' Lindsey Lohans
A bunch of rich ass white girls lookin' for parties
Playin with Barbies wreck the Porsche before you give 'em the car key
Judge me 'til the monarchy, blessin's to Paul McCartney
You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley
(I don't smoke crack, motherfucker I sell it!)
I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis
I'm aimin' straight for your pelvis, you can't stomach me
You plan on stumpin' me? I've been jumped before you put a gun on me
I put one on yours I'm Sean Connery
James Bond, wasn't none of you niggas climbing 100 mil in front of me
And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way
And if you're in it, better run for pete's sake
I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time
Who's the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of ya'll
New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved
And I ain't rockin no more designer shit
White T's and Nike Cortez, this is red corvettes annonymous
I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhymin with
But this is hip hop and them niggas should know what time it is
And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale
Pusha T, Meek Mill, A$AP Rocky, Drake
Big Sean, Jay electron', Tyler, Mac Miller
I got love for you all but I'm tryna murder you niggas
Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas
They don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from u niggas
What is competition? I'm tryna raise the bar high
Who tryna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive
Out the exit window of 5 G5's with 5 grams
With your grandad as the pilot he drunk as fuck tryna land
With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg
Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head
Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said
That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread

[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]
You could check my name on the books
I Earth, Wind, and Fire'd the verse, then rained the hook
The legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
Watch over your shoulders,
And keep a tin of beans for when the weather turns the coldest
The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over
Put your trust in the Lord, pretend that your Chevy Nova
I'm spittin this shit closure
And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova
For all you magicians that's fidgeting with the cobra
I'm silent as a rock, 'cause I came from a rock
That's why I came with a rock, then signed my name on the Roc
Draw a line around some earth, then put my name on the plot
Cause I endured a lot of pain for everything that I got
The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rains from the heart
And the tissue is like an angel kissin you in the dark
You go from blind sight to hindsight,
Passion of the Christ, right, to baskin in the limelight
It takes time to get your mind right
Jay Electricity, PBS mysteries
In a lofty place, tangling with Satan over history
You can't say shit to me,
Alhamdulillah
It's strictly by faith that we made it this far

4th Quarter lyrics - Big Sean

[Intro:]
I look up
Straight up
I gave 'em time, time
Time

[Verse 1:]
Now it's back to me nigga
I took my clique turned it to faculty nigga
Took my operation to factory nigga
When I'm in the zone they won't tackle me nigga
I touched down in the city, a fuckin' walkin' target
Still man all my bitches miss me, yeah they miss me but not misses
If you ask me what my interest, all my interest involve interest
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off but you can't cut my percentage (No no)
With the bases loaded all we need's a hit, boy I'ma still swing for the fences (Gone)
I guess you tend to overdo it when you come up underprivileged, look
I came to my senses, I can never count on people
I can't even trust the senses in this world full of venom
All I need's my spider senses, my short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell me who gon' be set for life, Myra and her son, fo' sure
One time for the fam, they don't eat, I don't eat
I can't rest on my feet 'til they all on they feet
They say rest your eyes, I'm just like why?
Bitch I ain't never seen Ben Franklin sleep
But I do need that paper like sheet after sheet
I got so much drive ho, look both ways in the streets
When I heard 'bout all these singers and all they naked pictures I'm like "Did my email just leak?"

[Interlude:]
Hol' up
Lemme check, oh nah nah nah
They fake, we good, we good

[Verse 2:]
The stock goin' up, makin' all the right moves
Boy you would have thought I got tipped off (Tipped off)
You would have thought these niggas fell off a skateboard
The way they take these hoes and trick off (Trick off)
I got a rich girl, I swear to god dawg, man she's like a walkin' ATM
Except she ain't come in with drawls
I know you've been having G.O.O.D. Music withdrawls
I can not deal with the fuckery that fake shit you be in
All that bullshit that you rappin' honestly just makes me cringe
Money doesn't grow on trees, okay someone explain to me
Then how the hell does my whole team just keep on rakin' it all in, hah?
We stressed on, we pressed on
Met with Hov and Bey they told us we next on
We dream that, been slept on, we kept on, we left home
Mama earlobes is VS stone
Her earrings so big she can't even fuckin' hear nothing nigga
Don't give a fuck, no I can't spare one nigga
No I do not have five wheels, I can't spare one nigga
Talkin' like I'm on the last cigarette because I had to take it back to square one nigga
Sometimes to win the war man you got to lose a battle
But if I lose a girl just know my next one gonna be badder
When I pulled up to the church, ooo, they thought it was the pastor
Heaven sent, raisin' hell, same time, what that's the rapture?
Didn't go to class for a second I swear I woulda failed everything
My passport was the only thing I'm passin', flyin' overseas turnin' dreams into habits
Turnin' coach to first classes, mom I'm never movin' back
And I put six years in the flow, okay, no wonder it got mastered
The flow need a dam, why it's doin' too much damage
God damn it's good to get it, even better with ya niggas
Call up my dog who been in and out depression
Said boy how you living, don't lie to me 'bout your feelings
On the outside you look fine but on the inside could be killin'
You act like a comedian but now you're Robin Williams
And now we cryin' rivers that nobody wants to swim in
When one phone call coulda been the one to prevent it
So I'm there for my dogs 'til we forever on
'Til we hit the dealership and cop the Megazord
Nigga that's the red range, white range, black range, green range, pink range
Yellow range, blue range, every neck comes with a few chains (Ohh shit)
I learned that every bad bitch comes with mood swings
Just like Mortal Kombat, Liu Kang man, so true man
G-5 down to Mexico, G.O.O.D. Music familiar man
We back at it to let you know, I figure it's best you know
In the middle of recordin' we got caught up in the news
About what happened in St. Louis
We midwest kids that shit coulda happened to us
I looked up the flight tonight
Then I realized man I got a grandma now that's half alive
And honestly what happened in St. Louis probably happened in Detroit like twenty times
I hope we finally see the signs
Puttin' gas off in my Benzo, I ran into a youngin'
The same age as me except he in the trash huntin'
Asked me for some change I gave him like one somethin'
Man to keep that shit a hunnid I wish I woulda gave a hunnid
Cause if you ask me how I'm doin', shit you could do the math
I just bought a five bedroom, four bath
Three story, two car garage, I'm one man
I just did it for my mom, finna do it for my dad
And I ain't even sell my soul, imagine what I coulda got for that
I made something out of nothing, it's like I pulled it out a hat
Man when I'm done they gonna statue me, I turned my clique faculty
Operations to factory, in my zone they won't tackle me
Touched down in the city, the fuckin' walkin' target
Still all my bitches miss me, yeah they miss me but not misses
If you ask me what's my interest, all my interest involve interest
Nigga
Straight up

1st Quarter Freestyle lyrics - Big Sean

[Intro:]
You gon' have to kill me for me to stop gettin' it, feel me?
Straight up
God!
Finally famous, nigga
Paper chasers, G.O.O.D
My girl the baddest, too, G.O.O.D
I'mma just keep countin'
I look up
Okay

[Hook:]
I always got a grip, I never slip, I never panic
Got my Rolex set Pacific, while I fly through the Atlantic
And just like a know-it-all, I always got the upper hand
And if I listen to you bitches I would still be on the campus
But instead I'm in The Standard, with a girl who got some standards
Gettin' head in the Jacuzzi and she claim she from Los Angeles
But she ain't come up for air one time, I swear she from Atlantis

[Verse 1:]
It's so fuckin' hard to have manners since I bought a manor
I never take off, I just take off her panties
To partially nominated, yeah, yeah nigga you know me
Hop on a song and kill with niggas, who just won all the trophies
Bitch I ain't playin' no more like D. Rose or Kobe, it's Kobe the beef and it's shrimp ravioli
Sean Don, you know me, my cash homophobic, I swear it's so straight
Then I double it up like I cloned it!
My homie called me like "Sean Don, look
You know I got a girl, like you, so my nigga this one's off the books
But could you hook me up with Ariana Grande?"
Seems like niggas just call me for the hook-up or to get up off the hook
I'm back in this bitch like I'm parallel parkin' (swerve swerve)
Get hit with that 18, what's that? Bitch it's two 9's, that's parallel sparkin'
I look up to the stars and God damnit I swear I can hear them shits talkin'
To you they the stars but to me they a target
She said that I'm fine and I say that I'm gorgeous
I'm livin' so lawless, I promise
We just landed, Bora Bora
Champagne, I pour, I pour
Model girls, old Kimora
Fuck more or less, it's more or more
I'm stackin' paper, safe to say drawer to drawer, bank to bank, floor to floor
Touch a dollar and them killas be door to door to door to door to door to door
Face to face, Hennessy, case to case
Day to day, I paper chase, amazin' grace
I've been plottin' since '86, and I was born in '88
So what the fuck that make me?
A young visionary
My secretary finna be a millionare
Imma call her military
Finally Famous militarian, I rep that, that
'Till I hit the cemetery
And I'm way too skinny for jail, ho
So I gotta stay rich enough just for the bail, ho
I'm collectin' this change like I live in a well
Heaven on Earth, I could get it through Hell
Bitch, we did it and did it ourselves
So now I'm presidential, my life, presidential, my wife
Residential, the lake, presidential estates
Like my homie Tone said, I could talk about my watch all day
But that's a fuckin' presidential debate
Man shout out to SAYITAINTTONE and Jay John
Adubb Da Gawd, Earlly Mac, Danny Brown
Oba and Boldy, Doughboyz and Vezzo
Trick, Eminem, Royce Team
East Side, K-Dizzle
Dusty, Ro' Spit and the rest of them niggas
'Till we come together, we all ain't gon' get it
We run the city!

[Interlude:]
Man, free my dog Juan, man, straight up
Lot of shit been on my mind lately, feel me?

[Verse 2:]
My homie talked to me like "Man why you look the way you lookin'?
How you feel the way you feel
When you got every architect in town
Man, tryna sit and build
You got every girl that's in Detroit that's hot tryna come chill
Cause I just lost my nigga Doe B and a fuckin' Uncle Phil
Nigga, Ye layed the Blueprint
So I need hundred dollar bills, new print
Hangin' from my family tree, I'm a nuisance, millionaire
Fuck your two cents, you ain't do shit
I'm a player, baby, I be wearin' zoo print
Lightin' struck like Zeus sent
Sometimes, to see the bigger picture, man you gotta zoom in
Sean cold, bitch where you been?
Motherfucka, I've been great
This for the fans that say they love the album but they fuckin' love the mixtapes
For y'all, man I do whatever it takes
Don't worry

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Finally famous
You little fuckin' bitch
And all that I just did, all my old shit, that's practice
So from here on out it's murder, nigga
Oh that's who you excited, oh that's the new nigga?
He's alright
You ain't fuckin' with me!
Waddup doe Key Wane!
As the dynasty grows, sunshine's all we know
Detroit, G.O.O.D
Waddup La Flame, the homie Travi$ Scott
Killin' y'all
My girl the baddest, my drinks the coldest
My team the realest, the trillest
Finally Famous over everything

10 2 10 (Remix) lyrics - Big Sean (feat. Rick Ross & Travi$ Scott)

[Hook:]
I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican
That mean I work from 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, then 10 again
Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline

[Verse 1 - Big Sean:]
Bitch, I do what I do, I feel how I feel
Got my drink on the rocks, got my house on the hill
Got the girl of your dreams yep I pop her, for real
And I'm thumbing through bill after bill after bill
After bill, but I still pay respect to my city
So much man you thought I was in debt for real
Every day is a chase, every night is a thrill
I feel sorry for whoever's not in the will
G.O.O.D music or die ho, shout out to Ye-Ye
Dumped all my other hoes, shout out to Nay-Nay
I start my day with a prayer and vagjayjay
I'm higher than Day-Day, no off day just pay day
Boy, since I was a bébé I swear was OG, you was a no G
Textin' these hoes that you love 'em and shit, prolly using them Emoji's
When you was a OG, bitch, I'd still be more G
Fuck you know about night terrors, nightmares and night scares
About not gettin' that white money 'fore a young nigga get white hair
And I done dropped "Control" just to show you hoes who done got controlled
You saying that I changed, yep, changed like I supposed
While you at the same crib still wearin' the same clothes
Going to the same club, taking the same pose
Pillow talkin' with the same hoes
All day about how Em ain't the same Em
And Hov ain't the same Hov
Some niggas never grew up, boy, they only grow old
I guess that what coming up in Detroit do
Finally famous is a Detroit crew
Fuck with me and you Detroit food
End up on the fuckin' Detroit news, better off in the Detroit zoo
Everybody got haters, I swear we been through this
Martin had Malcolm, Caesar had Brutus
Fuck am I sayin', man, Jesus had Judas
I guess I'm alright though, if I just got you, bitch
You gon' pull up friend to friend, I'mma pull up Benz to Benz
While you and her are cheek to cheek, me and her dick to chin
That's the difference between a 9-to-5 and a 10-to-10
Sean Don...

[Hook]

[Interlude - Rick Ross:]
They done fucked up now, ha-ha
Mastermind...

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross:]
My kilos on ice, my sneakers snow white
I got a place at the Trump, just to pray for advice
My new bitch is Hispanic, got me speaking bilingual
Some call it trickin' cause this bitch thicker than Trina
Anybody wanna motherfuckin' die? Come try me then
You ain't real till you fucked your dawg's ho
Seen a brick and had to buy a Benz
Comin' through and I don't fuck with niggas
Bitch you wish you wanna fuck a nigga
Good chance she done fucked a nigga
Turned around and said "fuck a nigga"
Stack on my belt, double M we a cult
Mastermind's in control, so nigga fuck what you thought
16's of coke, all my verses be dope
Fuck XXL cause I'm the source to these quotes

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Travi$ Scott:]
I've 'een held from ten to tens, swear I won't sin again
Raising Hell in my residence, Godly presence with presidents
My day job ain't made me shit, public housin' ain't got no fence
And college ain't make no sense, niggas whole home invaded quick
I done work, I done pay my dues, I'm induced, now I'm overdue
One hit one, call this voodoo, don't want apes to jump out the zoo
I got one mountain, one problem
Plus the issues, I can't solve them
But it's nothin', and I'm still in the club on the couch still fuckin' up somethin'
Nigga please!
Mama please, I'm never comin' home 'til I make a hundred G's
Scratch that, 'til I make a hundred million
Then I'mma stretch that 'til I make a hundred trillion
Who knew one day your son would grow up and learn how to be the boy
Did songs with Hov, now hallelujah fell asleep the real McCoy
God damn, how you do that?

[Hook]

You lyrics - Big Sean

No matter what they say you do
You know we got the whole city and we riding for you, you
And when the kids get big, they gone try and do it big like you, you, you, you
They gone try and do it big like you, you, you, you

Now I slide on my back like J.Lo
Heaven on Earth, all I'm missing is a halo
Won't stop 'till I am the greatest on my label
And I'm on G.O.O.D music, that's the greatest of the labels
It's hard trying to build a palace out of labels
19, Got it in early like eggos
Never did anything illegal for a payroll
So without cane I was always able, get it?
You dumb with it if you not able
And life is better with break like mayo
So I was young like "How we gon' get paid, bro?"
Now I'm on Rodeo, fresher than the day, oh you know
And I know the whole world is gonna see me
Mama, do I look better on tv?
I know them haters irritated as an STD
Man, tell them niggas be easy, man be easy

No matter what they say you do
You know we got the whole city and we riding for you, you
And when the kids get big, they gone try and do it big like you, you, you, you
They gone try and do it big like you, you, you, you

Man, I be better than whoever
For forever and a year, I put it on mama dear
I love the limelight, shine bright, high beam
19, living out a nigga pipe dream
I'm so legitimate, it would be ignorant
What? If you were not to consider this
From a true lyricist
Unless they hating on a nigga like Jenna 6