Miley Cyrus feat Big Sean - Love, Money, Party Lyrics

Artist : Miley Cyrus feat Big Sean
Song Title : Love, Money, Party
From The Album : Bangerz
Released : October 4, 2013
Genre : Pop, hip hop, synthpop
Songwriters : Cyrus, Michael L. Williams II, Middlebrooks, Sean Anderson ,Garrett
Producer : Mike Will Made It, Marz
Label : RCA

Miley Cyrus feat Big Sean - Love, Money, Party Lyrics

Money ain't nothing but money
When you get to the money, ain't nothing but money
Love ain't nothing but love, when you learn to love, ain't nothing but love
Party ain't nothing but a party when you party everyday, ain't nothing but a party

Love, money, party, love, money, party
Love, money, party, love, money, party
We want love, money, party

If I can't trust then why am I giving my heart
In exchange for him to love me
Cause there ain't much difference
In a one night stand then one that ain't for me
Giving too much cause you hate that you love
Everything that he do and you can't deny you want him
So what, light a fire underneath this bitch and blow

Money ain't nothing, money can't buy you love
I don't give a damn if he's sitting on a crib
Money ain't nothing, what about the real and the way you build
Money get low and the DJ stop and the music slow down and the shit gets blurry

Money ain't nothing but money
When you get to the money, ain't nothing but money
Love ain't nothing but love, when you learn to love, ain't nothing but love
Party ain't nothing but a party when you party everyday, ain't nothing but a party

Love, money, party, love, money, party
Love, money, party, love, money, party
We want love, money, party

I've been through heartbreaks, heartbreaks
Much for anybody with a human heart to take
You know it's something that you care to elaborate
But I've been left with the live bait
I done messed with the fire, I met a girl on the side
I done leave it all on the line

Money ain't nothing, money can't buy you love
I don't give a damn if he's sitting on a crib
Money ain't nothing, what about the real and the way you build
Money get low and the DJ stop and the music slow down and the shit gets blurry

Money ain't nothing but money
When you get to the money, ain't nothing but money
Love ain't nothing but love, when you learn to love, ain't nothing but love
Party ain't nothing but a party when you party everyday, ain't nothing but a party

Love, money, party, love, money, party
Love, money, party, love, money, party
We want love, money, party

[Big Sean:]
Okay, I walk in, sorta late
My girl and watch both coordinate
They both got that Gordon space
They both shine, they both mine
Getting green cause it's go time
God damn, I'm so fine
All the guys 'oh super model type girls'
Yeah, I'm chilling with those kind
B.I.G. Sean don, whine Perion
Detroit, player boy, get my berry on
On an all night flight to an island
I'll be gone in the morning
I don't even need a carry on
What, this that all night, get dressed up shit
Red cup, get messed up shit
Me and Miley, it's just us bitch

[Miley:]
Money ain't nothing but money
When you get to the money, ain't nothing but money
Love ain't nothing but love, when you learn to love, ain't nothing but love
Party ain't nothing but a party when you party everyday, ain't nothing but a party

Love, money, party, love, money, party
Love, money, party, love, money, party
We want love, money, party

Drake feat 2 Chainz & Big Sean - All Me Lyrics

2 Chainz - Drake -  Big Sean

Artist : Drake featuring 2 Chainz & Big Sean
Song Title : All Me
From The Album : Nothing Was the Same
Released : September 24, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : -
Producer : Key Wane, Noah "40" Shebib
Label : OVO Sound, Young Money, Cash Money, Republic

Drake feat 2 Chainz & Big Sean - All Me Lyrics

[Intro:]
I'm really stepping up my game
These bitches gotta start paying me for this
Can't get no more free Randy

[Hook: Drake]
Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot
It's a lot, fuck that, nevermind what I got
Nigga don't watch that cause I
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me forreal
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me forreal

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J's on, pinky ring
Dogging these hoes, I need quarantine
In the same league, but we don't ball the same
She want all the fame
I hear that shit all the time
She said she love me
I said, "Baby girl, fall in line, " ok
Made a million, off of denim
Fuck, watch me switch it up
Walked in, "I'll nigga alert! I'll nigga alert!"
You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo
Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note
From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off
And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off
This that sauce, this that dressing
Givenchy, nigga God bless you
If having a bad bitch was a crime
I'd be arrested (True)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
I touched down in '86
Knew I was a man by the age of 6
I even fucked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shit
I heard your new shit, nigga hated it
Damon Wayans told me don't play that shit
I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit
And my latest shit is like a greatest hits
God damn
Ain't no wishing over on this side
Y'all don't fuck with' us and we don't fuck with' y'all, it's no different over on this side
God damn
Should I listen to everybody or myself?
Cause myself just told myself, "You the motherfuckin' man, you don't need no help"
Cashin' checks and I'm bigging up my chest,
Ya'll keep talking 'bout who next,
But I'm about how big as it gets,
I swear ya'll just wastin' ya'll breath,
I'm the light skinned Keith Sweat,
I'm a make it last forever,
It's not your time 'cause I ain't done yet,
Look, just understand that I'm on a roll like Cottonelle,
I was made for all of this shit,
And I'm on the road box office sales,
I'm getting paid for all of this shit,
Ask you to please excuse my table manners,
I was making room for the table dancers,
'Cause if we judging off your advances,
I just got paid like eight advances, God damn!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
HOE, SHUT THE fuck UP
I got way too much on my mental
I learn from what I've been through
I'm finna do what I didn't do
And still waking up like the rest do
Not complicated, it's simple
I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full
And to them hoes I'm everythang
Everything but gentle
But I still take my time
Man I guess I'm just old fashioned
Wearing retro shit, that's old fashioned
Nigga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption
I paint pics, see the shit
Good sex, need to hit
Keep a bra on the floor
Year round like season tickets
I plead the fifth
Drink a fifth
Load the nine
Leave you split, in the half
Smoke a half, Need a zip
My new girl is on Glee and shit
Probably making more money than me and shit
I swear to God I got 99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
I got 99 problems, getting rich ain't one
Like I got trust issues
I'm sorry for the people I've pushed out
I'm the type to have a bullet-proof condom
And still gotta pull out
But that's just me
And I ain't perfect
I ain't a saint but I am worth it
If it's one thing, I am worth it
Niggas still hating but it ain't workin'
Lil' bitch

[Verse 4: Drake]
Oh Me. Oh Me. Oh my. I think I done fucked too many women from the 305
'Fore the end of this year, I'll do King of Diamonds, three more times,
Smoking on that kush all in our section like it's legalized
Girl, you can't always have your way, sometimes it be like that
They don't really fuck with you like that, that ain't never did me like that
I just took my time, you got your shine, I let you eat like that
I been taught never to loan somebody what you need right back
And I need that shit right back (no more free Randy)
I'm blessed than a motherfucker,
Niggas been stressed than a motherfucker
Niggas gettin' nervous, clutchin' they chests like a motherfucker,
Damn that's a motherfucker
Tell the truth, I don't listen to ya,
'Cause I don't like being lied to
And that ship won't sail,
And that wind won't guide you
Daddy was in jail we was talkin' through the window,
Like a motherfucking drive-thru
That was back then man,
Now my niggas rich enough to do whatever I do.

Big Sean feat Kanye West - Guap Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean feat Kanye West
Song Title : Guap
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : October 26, 2012
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Sean Anderson, Tyree Pittman, Dwane Weir II, Alexander Izquierdo, Andrea Martin, Noah Goldstein
Producer : Key Wane, Young Chop, Darhyl "Hey DJ" Camper, Rob Kinelski
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean feat Kanye West - Guap Lyrics

[Intro: Big Sean]
God, oh, God
I've been working all God damn year, I just got my check
I'm 'bout to spend it all on me, I'm worth it

[Bridge: Big Sean & Kanye West]
Hol' up, tell me what you see
Pull up, watch these motherfuckers freak
Why don't ya say waddup though when you see me in the streets
G.O.O.D. Music in this bitch now drop that motherfuckin' beat

[Hook: Big Sean & Kanye West]
Okay, this to all of my enemies that seeing me gettin' guap right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, seeing me gettin' guap right now
This to all of my hatin' hoes that seeing me gettin' guap right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now
This to all my old hoes that seeing me gettin' guap right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, hell nah, I won't stop right now
Hell nah, I won't stop right now, seeing me gettin' guap right now

[Verse 1:]
Okay, I need 50k large (right now)
My momma needed a new crib (right now)
My daddy need a new car (right now)
So I be goin' so hard (right now)
Detroit is my yard (right now)
I need a 17 car garage (right now)
I need a 17 broad Minaj (right now)
I need a jail house to free my dogs (right now)
I done paid taxes, paid dues, paid bills my whole life
So I'm a throw money in the air, like I'm tryin' to pay the sky
Told myself that man if I can't live like this, I'd rather die
I give it up to God, and he always replies
"Control yo hoes, you let her talk to you crazy
You got baby mama drama, you ain't even got you no baby!"
You fugazi, b-boss up, boss up with your time dog
You ain't got time for no hoes, I ain't even got time for time off
I'm on

[Hook: Big Sean & Kanye West]
Okay, this to all of my enemies that seeing me gettin' guap right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, seeing me gettin' guap right now
This to all of my hatin' hoes that seeing me gettin' guap right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now
This to all my old hoes that seeing me gettin' guap right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, hell nah, I won't stop right now
Hell nah, I won't stop right now, seeing me gettin' guap right now

[Verse 2:]
Okay, I need 50k large (right now)
My homie just beat the charge (right now)
My brother need a new job (right now)
So I be goin' so hard (right now)
I need my face on a black card (right now)
My iPhone need a charge (right now)
My fish tank need sharks (right now)
I need a blimp to say the worlds ours (right now)
So these niggas can know I do what they can't
I'm stuntin' for all the people who ain't
You still hatin'? You should be fuckin' ashamed
Far as I came, guess when you're running the game they want you to sprain
Yeah, I know, but I don't get my stress on
Takin' shots, swear is like my stomach's made of Teflon
They like, "Boy, won't you get your rest on?"
Bitch, cause I'm up for every hour I was slept on
And last night I dreamed about two girls, bisexual
They was tryin' things, trisexual
Then I woke up in a city where the population match the death toll
Drew my blueprint, got it illustrated, F.F. affiliated
Millions chasin' go to sleep wake up continuated
Life of a Don, Sean Don sippin', never had a palm readin'
Always had my balls itchin', time to get it
Boy, I was taught to get it 'til it's gone
Even when I got it, watch me get it like I don't

[Bridge: Big Sean & Kanye West]
Hol' up, tell me what you see
Pull up, watch these motherfuckers freak
Why don't ya say waddup though when you see me in the streets
G.O.O.D. Music in this bitch now drop that motherfuckin' beat

[Hook: Big Sean & Kanye West]
Okay, this to all of my enemies that seeing me gettin' guap right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, seeing me gettin' guap right now
This to all of my hatin' hoes that seeing me gettin' guap right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now
This to all my old hoes that seeing me gettin' guap right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, hell nah, I won't stop right now
Hell nah, I won't stop right now, seeing me gettin' guap right now

[Outro:]
Right now, whoa [x6]

This to all of my enemies that seeing me gettin' guap right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now
Seeing me gettin' guap right now, hell nah, I won't stop right now
Hell nah, I won't stop right now, seeing me gettin' guap right now

Big Sean feat Common - Switch Up Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean featuring Common
Song Title : Switch Up ( Deluxe edition bonus tracks )
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : April 6, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Sean Anderson, Lonnie Lynn, Jr., Ernest Wilson, Rob Kinelski
Producer : No I.D., Rob Kinelski
Label : GOOD, Def Jam

Big Sean feat Common - Switch Up Lyrics

[Intro: Big Sean]
Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
I look up, I say I think it's time to kill it

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Bitch I'm sexy as fuck, you ain't even gotta tell me
I ride around to Pac, I fuck my girl to R. Kelly
I tell her make me a sandwich, no PB & Jelly
She look back like "Goddamn, what you think this? A deli?"
I'm screaming "Hell yeah trick, Hell yeah ho"
That shit make her love me more, and she know I love her too
She know I been to hell and through, I need what Reverends do
Power of the revenue got me a 2 to 10 and a 10 to 2
I gotta shine boy I be a star, on fire that's a meteor
So I'm either or on TV with a Rita Ora set your DVR
Stacking money face to face what that mean CPR
Everyday the day date, gangbang major pain
D Town I ride around me and my dog like Charlie Brown
Just trying to get that white money you know, countin' cake and KK's
On a day to day base, then vacay for eight days
You know muthafuck taking a vacation
Put palm trees up in my house and have a stay-cation
Getting paid while I'm chilling that's a paid-cation
Full glass of champagne, Oh no, you can't taste it

[Hook:]
I seen cars (switch up)
Seen Hoes (switch up)
Seen Money all switch up
When the days get dimmer
Who gone leave you there and who gon leave with ya
This is for the ones that's always riding with ya ain't switched
I ain't switched up naw naw I ain't switched up
Same me naw naw I ain't
Switched up
Same team naw naw I ain't switched up
I think it's time to kill it

[Bridge:]
Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it [x3]
I said I think it's time to kill it

[Verse 2: Common]
Bought a Cadillac, now I'm Cadillac Com
She ride alright, when I'm riding right, Put Cadillac on that lawn
Might even let her meet Ye, might even let her meet Sean
Might even let her meet Push, she never meet my Mom
Chi Town is my town, I ride around like I'm lying down
Southside my eyes down, I'm the shit y'all fly around (Oww)
I'm in my mode today, sayin what the fuck I'm 'posed to say
Moving making money, got them trashbags back
Smoke Chibahs with leaders, Pussy sweet and I'll eat her
Got strippers and Divas, Plus some Cougars and Cheetahs
Oh you with GOOD, put me on like Benita
I said ease up, ease up, ease up
Ain't anybody fucking with my clique
And all these bad bitches man, they want the

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
All I care bouts my crew, my family and women
Except these women that's hoing, and these hoes that be stealing
Trying to get them a cut, that's how you end up with stitches
I tell a bitch quit playing, and play ya position
Either move or be devoured, fuck a coward
I be fresher than these motherfuckers head to toe
If I rocked Eddie Bauer, but I don't
Aura Gold, everything I do I do it overboard Michael Phelps splash,
Smile for the polaroid, self-employed
Now you shelf employed, D-Boy
Never sold, but I still got more lines than corduroy
And I'm with the same crew til I'm an old man
Cause there no such thing as new old friends

[Hook]

[Bridge: Big Sean]

[Outro: Big Sean]
Rollin' with the same team I ain't switched shit
Rollin' with the same team I ain't switched shit
I'm with the same OGs
The same old team, and you know my team
Ain't switched

Big Sean feat 2 Chainz, Meek Mill & Earlly Mac - Mula (Remix) Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean featuring 2 Chainz, Meek Mill & Earlly Mac
Song Title : Mula (Remix) ( Deluxe edition bonus tracks )
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson, Tauheed Epps, Robert Williams, Izquierdo, Tyree Pittman
Producer : Young Chop
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean feat 2 Chainz, Meek Mill & Earlly Mac - Mula (Remix) Lyrics

[Bridge: Big Sean]
Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me
Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me

[Hook: Big Sean]
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
I'm with my shooter and a preacher hallelujah
When they view ya fucking around
Me and my niggas we come in your town
Busting them bottles and fucking your bitches
And when they start hating we gunning them niggas
Don't fuck 'em around, boy I get money all day
And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway
I can see a bad bitch from far away
Let her ride this dick cause I had a hard day
And my dick even harder, you whippin' the charges
You put your rims on and you think that you're balling
I'm whippin' a Bentley, I can't even call it
And my shit so retarded I handicap parking like SKRRRRRR!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I get paid to the decimal, taxing plus stacking
Yo fuck federale, I smoke medicali
B-I-G Sean don, Juan Perion
Bitch fuck with me, I bet I make it work
I oopsy-daisys on a skirt
Fuck with me get a room for daisies on the dirt
I prefer Brown liquor, Brown ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform.
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's cause the power's out
And not for romance and shit (No!)
From barely managing to mansions
Where ho's call me Mr. Anderson
Command a bitch, no I don't own the pussy I just sample it
I got a couple marbles missing I know
Now there's marbles all on the floor
On the bathroom, kitchen and stove
I got bitches on my cellular callin and confessing
But I don't reply cause that's the clearest way to send a message
Paper running through my jugular
I'm blowing loud, throwing thous, getting drunk
You know my style
And my momma say she still proud, that's mula

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
(2 CHAINZ)
I'm winning, I don't owe a nigga shit
Came in this motherfucker by myself
Smoking on strong, and holding on my dick like AH
My gold on, I'm the bomb, I'm talking goldmine
Nigga's taking shots at me, I send em' back to their homeline
And I touchdown, goalline, y'all ain't, killing, shit
Shoot every nigga in your clique, I'm on one, let me jog your memory
Me and Nells on a milerun, uh, shawty gonna need her drawers done
Eat her pussy til' it's all gone, uh
And I still ain't ever been robbed, so nigga don't try me
Two niggas with guns, natural wallet
That pickpocket want my I.D and I spray your zone
Treat niggas like strippers and put cash on em'
Got a new chomp, I need that bitch that want a tag on
If you shoot me, you famous, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
So I'm about to be, dumb as fuck, cause' I got blessed fools and babies
When I was fifteen I was felon,
When you were fifteen you were yelling
Mama come get this nigga off my fucking melon

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Earlly Mac]
Scared money never gon' make nothin', (that's right)
Gotta get it my medula
Couple dollars in the waist band, (that's right)
Nigga hula-hoop with the mula
Everyday that I wake I say grace
Hallelujah welcome back like Mase
Bitches only fuck niggas with the cream
A nigga this fresh ain't never gon' date
Ay, they say we can't maintain
Only real niggas remain
'Ye say that we the new slaves
I need to ball with a chain
I got a real bad bitch I haven't seen her in a month
With twins so big she can put it in her ugh
Ooh I love it when she drop it and spread it like
When I see her camel all I wanna do hump
Okay the Hall of Fame keep callin' my name
Got a mural on the wall I'm a legend
From the motor city and been have drive
I just need a little gas in my engine
Okay, we all in the game we ballin' the same
Home team nigga that's a blessing
I'm a bad mothafucker just tryna get some credit
So good it can get my into heaven, nigga

[Hook x2]

Big Sean - All Figured Out Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean
Song Title : All Figured Out
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson, Wilson
Producer : No ID
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean - All Figured Out Lyrics

[Intro:]
Finally Famous in this...

[Verse 1:]
It's crazy how they think you got it all figured out
Just because your bank account gets all figured out
Next time somebody try and tell you how to run your shit
And they ain't major shit
Do yourself a favor: kick 'em out.
Eat good and do that, you'll live a long life
I always say long days is better than long nights
At least in the day you've got shade
In the night it's all shadows, don't get caught at wrong lights
I wish somebody would have told B.I.G. that before March ninth
I used to think there's no such things as wrong rights
'Till my stepbrother brought home them extra groceries
Extra cheese, now mom could make her special recipe
But I didn't know it was off of infested streets
Now he the reason I've got to walk with my little niece to go eat
I guess that's the hunger that got me out
At the top of hotel suites renting the lobbys out, you know?
Stuntin' like a bitch, prime night me out
And the girl I've wanted since ninth grade trying to route
That was back when I was seventeen
It's crazy though, cause even then I thought I had it all figured out

[Hook]
[?]

[Verse 2:]
It's crazy how much that you can see with your eyes closed
'Specially if you've got a vision
Or how you could have everything
And still think about everything missing
Like I probably remember the times I missed out on
More than the ones I lived
I probably remember the girls that I ain't have
More than the ones I did
But I remain a two timing, one girl on the way
Two lyin and one bed-never too tired
Smoke so much I need two lighters
Shoppin overseas I do buy it, who higher?
They taught me that I had to dream, black history month
I wake up and treat the day like stack history month
I'm talkin' Malcolm Flex, Jessie Rackson
Front of the plane: I'm Rozay Parks
SUV swervin like it's O.J.'s car, oh
To me and my dogs is all gettin out
Somewhere in the club probably all liquored out
Finna take extra shots for my dogs missin' out
That keep remindin' me at the same time
That I still ain't got it all figured out
Fact, the only thing I really figured out
Is that I'll never have it all figured out, fuck.
Even when your bank account is all figured out
Even when your bank account gets all figured out
Even when your best friend gets all trickered out
Even when it... all of it... when you still ain't got...

[Outro:]
Today I woke up and realized every day gets shorter
Every minute turns into the longest second, yet never ending
Age is nothing but a reminder and it doesn't tell you
How old or young minded someone is
Cause we all started at the same starting point of a woman's legs
But each have our own finish line
Understand it never ends, and the only way to be immortalized
Is to be remembered, hopefully from right than wrong
Better to be in the hall of fame than shame
Whether it exists for what you do or not
We create this world so we make what exists
It isn't about the award, it's about the award of being immortalized
And remembered for all the right reasons
Mistakes are forgotten, no footprints of any missteps
So when it's so late that it's early
And you need a drink even though the bar's closed
Remember why you do what you do
For the coldest drinks, the fastest cars, luxury
The adrenaline rush of creating what you think about
With who thinks about you:
Your family, your team
The joy of looking back and saying that you did it
Winning the game: hall of fame

Big Sean feat Miguel - Ashley Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean featuring Miguel
Song Title : Ashley
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson, Miguel Pimentel, Emmanuel Nickerson, Wilson
Producer : Million $ Mano, No ID
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean feat Miguel - Ashley Lyrics

[Hook: Miguel]
And I, I wouldn't trade it for the world, world, world
And I, Just so fucking lucky you're my girl, girl, girl
And I, I wouldn't trade it for anything
No, no, no not anything
And you

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Yeah, I got a brand new Benz
Crazy right, brand new Benz
Got less miles on it than I do friends
Remember when we laid at you and Paige's crib
Was there so long I coulda paid rent
Remember when we couldn't get shit?
Best thing bout being broke is you don't spend shit
Remember that Christmas? We had a wish list
We couldn't afford nothin' but we still get shit ironically
Those were the times I felt the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe it's because I had you girl
Was thinking about when we went to London and Paris
And gave each other times that we cherished
Remember when you saw the Eiffel Tower
And you got so drunk threw up? Yup you were so embarrassed
See those are times I can't let go, I can't let go
Man I hate to see you single in the club looking for kisses and hugs
So you Sipping on XO til I snatch you up like "let's go"

[Hook: Miguel]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
My bad for those long long nights, long nights when I left you in the sheets
Sorry for when you had to cry yourself to sleep
Tried to count on me and I made you count sheep
Sorry when you put your faith in me I was unfaithful, disgraceful
Distasteful yeah I know you're not supposed to have cake and eat too
Crazy how these hoes always kept my plate full
What about the emails you hacked in?
I know we hate to live in the past-tense
It's been weird since I went out west and did an album with No I.D
And ain't came back since
Now we the best in the city, I rep for the city
That's about the time that you left for the city
You and all your girls moved to NY,
I shoulda' known now how you watch sex and the city
I know we ain't close but, I gotta focus on blowing up
I know I promised that I'd be there, and really did I ever show up?
I know I wasn't honest to ya girl
Almost broke every promise to ya girl
Brought problems to your world
And you said "how could you just lie to me? I thought you'd die for me?"
I was scared you'd find somebody you was supposed to
You the type niggas get close to, and then propose to
And when thanksgivings come around,
I ain't tryna bring hoes through to momma
So it's back to the drama,
"No I don't know that number"
"Why the hell you text it?"
Heartbreak hotel man, with no exit just checked in
Young and living reckless

[Hook: Miguel]

[Outro: Miguel & Big Sean]
Can't nobody do it like you do it, like you do it, like you do it, like you
I can't imagine myself without you
I need a whole lot of help without you
Me and my granny both agree
Damn you're such a G I'll hold you down forever, B

[Hook: Miguel]

Big Sean feat James Fauntleroy - World Ablaze Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean featuring James Fauntleroy
Song Title : World Ablaze
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson, James Fauntleroy, Dwane Weir II, Wilson
Producer : Key Wane, No ID
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean feat James Fauntleroy - World Ablaze Lyrics

[Intro: James Fauntleroy]
Stay close to me, so close to me
That's how it's supposed to be
Long as you've been knowing me
You been holding me down,
I'm sure as fuck, so fuck hopefully
I watch over you, you watch over me
And that's how it's supposed to be
And we are, alright

[Hook: James Fauntleroy and Big Sean]
Now, when the world's ablaze, the stars will fall
The lights go off
Say its going to be, alright
Its going to be, alright
Cause, when the world's ablaze, the stars will fall
The lights go off
Say its going to be, alright
Its going to be, alright

Just tell me it'll be, tell me it'll be
Tell me it'll be, tell me it'll be [x3]

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
"Might not make it this time"
Is what not to say at this time
Sometimes, the truth ain't what you need to hear
And you tell them they alright, when they need a cure
I'mma believe in paradise if I don't see the sand
Only palm trees I got is this weed off in my hand
Around the same time my mom said "Sean, you need a plan
Mrs. Freeman's son, across the street got shot,
Now she need a hand!"
Traumatized, gotta watch, his momma cry
Now I gotta look up, up in his momma eyes, tell his momma lies
Like, "It's gonna be alright," knowing it ain't alright
I know there's just so much pain, and there's probably more on the way

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
You know I love you momma like she mine,
Whether we together, or we trying
We fuck, three times, we smoke, tree times
We climb, I left, came back in town, it wasn't in time
The cancer done came, it just hit it's prime
It came from the breast, just spread to the spine
It might make her blind, she stare at the blinds:
"This can't be my mom!"
Got me thinking, "whats a girl to do, a girl to do?
When her world's a pool?
And she comes up for air, and it's walls of flames
And all the stress is all propane
She's burned again"
Hoping I could make her smile
Take cancer and David Blaine it out,
POOF! Disappear, God make an out!

[Hook]

[Outro: James Fauntleroy]
Stay close to me, so close to me
That's how it's supposed to be
Long as you've been knowing me
You been holding me down,
I'm sure as fuck, so fuck hopefully
I watch over you, you watch over me
And that's how it's supposed to be
And we are, alright [x3]

Big Sean feat Jeezy & Payroll - It's Time Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean feat Young Jeezy & Payroll
Song Title : It's Time
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson, Jay Jenkins, Dwane Weir II
Producer : Key Wane
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean feat Jeezy & Payroll - It's Time Lyrics

[Intro: Big Sean]
I done fell asleep fucking last night
That�s how much I don�t sleep nigga
Finally famous nigga

[Hook: Big Sean x2]
And I�ll be goddamned if I didn�t
Put the city on let�s get it
(alright alright alright, alright alright alright)
Let�s get it

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Today is a good day
I wish a nigga would day
Ride through the hood day
Ride through the hood where I would stay
If I wasn�t me, wasn�t committed
I told my mom and my dad it�ll be the last Christmas
In the hood that you can visit
Oh boy I got it, no chasers
Cause the best mixed with Hennessey is problems
I took that advice young when I was headed up to college
Momma swimming in that debt
Rather swim with the piranhas or the shark
Ready set go, on your mark to the top
Getting rich ain�t a blessing it�s a choice
Drunk and still drinking out the bottle
I want a hood rat bitch motherfuck a model
You ain't alive if you ain't living that�s the motto
And imma� probably wake up tomorrow sayin, sayin

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Lets get it, yeah be alright nigga
It�s the motherfucking world nigga
Getcha some time to just do it how I done it
First up on the first cause� first of all you gotta want it
Re-up time for every penny, never fronted
So room for, paid every penny then I stunted
Stunted so hard you woulda thought I was a stuntman
TS4 with 23�s I�m talking jumpmans
Twos and thirds watch for the blitz, you know they rush
Just don�t get caught in the coupe with them birds, end of discussion
Them boys round the corner wanna sell in that Cal Ripken
If them niggas think I�m riding with that, them niggas tripping
Yeah I got a magnificent hustle, cause� imma� grinder
Told my olds im hiding you here, so they won�t find you
What you know about a bag that�s heavy as anacondas?
Bet you one thing, I ain�t talking no marijuana
That�s whats wrong with these niggas they think it�s about shine
You niggas get back to your grind, I think it�s about time

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Verse 3: Payroll]
They say it�s my time according to my Rolex
I�m bout to fuck the game, then your ho next
I used to talk dirty on my cell, no phone sex
No yoga boy I was making blow stretch
Press the fast forward button, I�m pushing a foreign something
All through my neighborhood, next stop is the haters hood
My bitch so bad, but you can bet that my paper good
I do this for real, you lil niggas just fake it good
It�s time for a new crib, it�s time for a new chain
20 thousand on me homie that�s just loose change
Too many diamond chains that nigga a mess
But if you knew bout my hood you�d say that nigga is blessed
Detroit in this bitch, Big Sean what it do bro?
Getting money four ways so I can buy a two-door
Stash looking healthy but my jewelry got the flu though
The hustle�s who I represent, dope boys we in this bitch

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Outro]
Detroit, once the backbone of this country
Now it�s the largest U.S. city to file for bankruptcy
Thriving neighborhoods are now vacant
Going from a population of nearly 2 million
To under 700,000 in a matter of years
The people of Detroit really going to have to stick together,
To make it through these tough times

Big Sean - Sierra Leone / Greedy Ho's Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean
Song Title : Sierra Leone / Greedy Ho's
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson, Ray Evans, Neal Hefti, Nicole Lequerica, Jay Livingston, James Poyser
Producer : No ID, James Poyser
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean - Sierra Leone / Greedy Ho's Lyrics

[Hook]
She tell me she love me
I'm everything that she want
Top floor, only way that we go
Diamonds and gold, Sierra Leone, Leone
Hotel look like Sierra Leone, Leone
Chain, ring look like Sierra Leone, Leone
And she don't ever tell me I'm wrong, I'm wrong
Cause she don't want to leave Sierra Leone, Leone

[Verse 1]
Get to it, I be getting to it
Hella groovin', rooftop, better viewin'
Always hella coppin', no propellers, moving bank tellers
Movin', youngin', revenuin', mozzarella chewin', you know?
Lobster butter basted
I deserve every crumb tasted, road to riches one way and
Sunbathing, tongue tastin'
After that she wine tasting, Sean tastin'
You know? I gave her diamonds and gold
That's Sierra Leone, her friends like "Girl don't let go!"
So she ain't askin', she ain't whinin'
Complainin' or trippin', man I got her damn near strippin'
For the handbag livin', Saks Fifth'n, tag rippin'
No more tab splittin', cab gettin', who wants to go back to that livin'? Do yah?
So let's sex on the beach
Then the rest on the sheets for the rest of the week, 'til

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
What you know about wake up to fuckin' 'fore you even can stretch?
Yeah I'm on vacay and my dick still need a rest
I might get her on film, star and direct
Just might win an award if that shit hit the net
Oh, reclinin' in seats
Not liftin' a finger 'less I'm signin' receipts
Livin' life like I got a degree
Fuck it, I'm livin' life like I done got in the league
Look, my car look like it play for the Lakers
Credit card look like it play for the Raiders, I watch it play for the paper
Chandelier, marble floor on the feet
She said I'm a don, I gotta agree, I fuck her to sleep

[Hook]

Big Sean feat Nicki Minaj & Juicy J - MILF Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean feat Nicki Minaj & Juicy J
Song Title : MILF
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson, Jordan Houston, Onika Maraj, Palacios, Clark, Izquierdo
Producer : Da Internz
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean feat Nicki Minaj & Juicy J - MILF Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Ok, I love me some of yo mama, (oh) true that (true that)
Don't call me daddy, only she can do that
Ok, me yo mama be fuckin, boy you don't know nothin bout that
You seen her lookin all mad, ain't it time for yo nap?
You wake up, I'm back, eating up all your snacks
Don't ask for help with your math (stupid)
Ain't my fault you can't add
Don't be out here fake cryin, lyin
Up in the keyhold straight spying
Only knock the door if you dyin (don't you knock on this door)
I wish I could stay here forever (I love it)
You the only reason me and your mama ain't together
She's so much better than my old bitch
Man, I love that old bitch
I do

[Hook: Big Sean]
No stress, no drama, her kids hatin, they know I fucked they mama
I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
The way she bounce both cheekies, boy she freaky
Shoulda known she was kinky
When I walked inside the room and I seen her slinky (what the fuck?)
Even made me use my pinky, the way she teach me
It's just so dreamy, oh God, damn, man
I cheat on tests, cheat on hoes, I cheat when I can
I'm even cheating on my whip, I got a side Benz
But she made me wanna cut off all my side friends (I love you, baby)
A nigga be tryna taste her, take her
Date rape her, stand out the daycare, sit there and wait there
Fuck, I can't even trust the neighbors, damn (what you lookin at?)
You niggas stick to your young hoes
I got a freak that wash, dry, and fold clothes
You motherfuckers

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I got my welfare check, smokin on that crack
Hell yeah, I'm unemployed, baby daddy-down my back
Now what you got for me Sean? I heard it's big and it's long
I take my teeth out, suck it good, that's where your dick belong
Yeeeaah, do it like that daddy
Pump pump bump bump it in my ass-matic
You a dummie, you is big bone
(Mom, I'm hungry) Shut your mouth, you little bastards go on!
All this ass is for you Seany, can I call you Seany?
Sl-Sl-Slap me in my face with it
Get a crack vile with that bass in it
If I got weed then I'm lacin it
Eat all this ass, quit tastin it

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
I got yo mama all in my line
Bullets all in my 9
Rollie tell the time
She ain't yours, she ain't mine
Throw a hundred every time
I think my coupe just lost it's mind
Put yo mama on that trippy shit
Sippin lean, snorting lines
Overseas like bonjour
Last ten years I've been on tour
And I still got that old money
I touch more green than a lawnmower
With a ratchet bitch, you laid up
I'm on my tour bus fucking mamas getting paid up
I take that bitch to my mansion
And a nigga can't pay her to leave
Yo mama a great head doctor, (groupie!) with no PhD
My pockets stuffed with dough
I made it all in the streets
I might just go to the club, and throw it all on a freak
Yo mama
Ratchet ass bitch

Big Sean - Freaky Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean
Song Title : Freaky
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson
Producer : -
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean - Freaky Lyrics

Goddamn you got a lot of meat hangin' there (mmm)
You're kinda large
But when I look at a big, shiny, greasy dick like that (yeah)
My pussy almost jump out my drawers ooh shit
Ooh shit I can't wait (oh fuck yeah)
Oh I wanna simply destroy that motherfucker (ooh)
Ooh please let me enjoy this good big dick while it's here (oh my God)
Ooh I wanna ride this big [?]
Ooh I wanna put the dogs on the head of this good motherfucker
Ooh now look at here baby
If the jaws of my pussy start to grippin' (mhm)
Don't pay that no mind, it's just that my pussy done got nervous
And a dick like that will make any pussy excited
Ooh shit, I could take a little bit more of this good motherfucker (oh my God, oh God, oh shit)
Baby, oh (oh, oh, oh sh-)

Big Sean - Mona Lisa Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean
Song Title : Mona Lisa
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson, Marcos Palacios, Ernest Clark, Izquierdo
Producer : Da Internz, Twilite Tone
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean - Mona Lisa Lyrics

[Intro:]
Whoa
Oh God
How I look, Tell me how I look
Exactly

[Hook:]
Mona Lisa, Lisa Moanin'
Got some drinks and some motherfucking refer blowing
I tell her fuck with me and you could be something
Yo girl so bad I want the threesome
Threesome trying to have a threesome
Look at my watch 'bout three somethin'
Threesome trying to have a threesome
Fuck with me and you could be something

[Verse 1:]
I believe in God and rubbers
Even if we sex you are not my lover
Hit you on the couch and not the covers
And if you bring you friend then we got to fuck her
That's what I'm down for no convo, my condo
And if I answer this phone call don't make a sound ho
My life is my audacity my dogs to the right of me
I got the girl you can't lay a finger on right here massaging me
Like yeah... I'm the nigga I know it, I'm the nigga I know it
My Momma say I'm a poet, you hating praying I blow it
But this the life I made though
I show a bad bitch what she made for

[Hook]

[Bridge]
(Bad Bitches [x4])

[Verse 2:]
I'm eating lobster with my shrimp hand
Feeling on her with my pimp hand
I'm talking to her like her Daddy do
And bet she give me everything but attitude
Mathematical, radical
Twist my fingers up and rep my avenue
Penthouse altitude, being broke is not compatible
Get a fine girl, Patron that
Get a finer one, and then clone that
You cuff your wife like I want that
When I got freaky women tongue kissing
Marijuana lung lifting
Give long dick then I'm long distance
You in the club bromancing
I got her homancing
Face in my lap nose dancing
No pants screaming

[Hook]

[Outro:]
I believe in God and rubbers
Even if we sex you are not my lover
Hit you on the couch and not the covers
And if you bring you friend then we

Big Sean feat Nas & Kid Cudi - First Chain Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean featuring Lil Wayne & Jhen� Aiko
Song Title : First Chain
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson, Dwayne Carter, Dwane Weir II, Alexander Izquierdo
Producer : Key Wane, Mike Dean
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean feat Nas & Kid Cudi - First Chain Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls
Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose
Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes
Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals
BIG was the first one that had it
Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic
Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace
Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic
Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt
Used to pick me up from school right after work
Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church
She's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first
Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view
Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew
Now I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do
Looking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you

[Hook]
Got my first chain
Feeling like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

[Bridge]
BIG was the first one that had it
Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

[Verse 2: Nas]
What's the noise all about with this rap stuff
I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up
I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up
I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up
Cause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain
I didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin'
To those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters
That bonus, that culture, those projects
Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint
They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones
Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs
18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long
My pendant offensive, in the truest form
Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?

[Hook]

[Bridge]
BIG was the first one that had it
Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic
And I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid
I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved
No matter what why I turn things go my way
I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave
Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga
To remind me of everything that we did, nigga
Look up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'
No heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying
I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb
But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind
Police only work 12-hour shifts
Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools
Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge
God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.
Off this asparagus and bread and pasta
Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days
It's like I got a built-in doppler
And it's a shame, a fuckin' shame
I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'
But remember my first ass and the first time she came
It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Jay-Z taught me money ain't a thing
Came from the streets, headed to the hall of fame
Stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

[Verse 4: Kid Cudi]
It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things
Niggas and bitches, where you at?
I got my mind is on me
A couple others and dreams, would've seen me
Me and my niggas in this bitch
About two months in a week's time
Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine
Now how the fuck can I chill now?
Kanye think I'm dope
See this piece that I own now
How sick is the rope?
Taking life for what it is
The troublesome chick, who throws fists
Sometimes it's the weather
Things switch up, people trip up
The money come down, then climb up
But when it come again
The most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'
Saying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't
Motherfuck that sometimes
So dead it, shred it
Young nigga lost to the night
I'm so ready to let it go
My life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,
But I'm awesome
So fuck whoever has a bad thought
Don't know the god
Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God
It might be too late, but the song's will live on
Just know this fact, you were all wrong
Now watch me do my silly dance
Not really a dance, more like a prance
I'm signing off with a crotch grab

[Outro: Kid Cudi]
Thank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean
You the coolest
GOOD music nigga forever
Understand?

Big Sean feat. Lil Wayne & Jhene Aiko - Beware Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean featuring Lil Wayne & Jhen� Aiko
Song Title : Beware
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson, Dwayne Carter, Dwane Weir II, Alexander Izquierdo
Producer : Key Wane, Mike Dean
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean feat. Lil Wayne & Jhene Aiko - Beware Lyrics

[Chorus: Big Sean + Jhene Aiko]
When you said it was over - you shot right through my heart
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart
Oooh, I was so mad; I should've seen this coming right from the start
You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart

[Big Sean]
Praying to a sky all black
Looking at the stars like they finna talk back (woah)
Looking at my phone like she finna call back (woah)
But last night I feel like probably ended all that
Cause by now she woulda sent a text in all caps
Then another one tryna take all back
Saying fuck you, I miss you or I hate you so much
Cause girls only say "hate you" to the guys they love
I know, I know, I know the highs, the lows
it comes and goes; you say "be real" I try, I don't
Cause you take anything and just make it everythang
Kept my phone on silent ever since you got a ring (funny right?)
And I never cheated (I mean, maybe once, twice)
But one time don't change everything
She ask why I don't feel the same, I'm still the same
She's still insane and now she's saying

[Chorus]

[Big Sean]
Okay, skeet, smoke, sleep, call
Miss, text, woke, spoke
Lie, feel, Lisa, ewww
Time, kill, months, still
I got somebody baby mama calling me daddy (got me)
I drank too much, please call me a cabby (swerve)
Penthouse after party hoes want that addy (swerve)
Fuck they can ride with us, crawl in a Caddy
Third row is when you call, I hit cancel
Really? I hit answer, fuck I hate when that happens
Phone in my pocket for the whole night
And you heard bitches screamin' til my phone dies
Then she text me like "why you still talk to my mama?"
How the fuck you run around with condoms?
Why you make me get this tattoo? Man, fuck this tattoo
You the reason I wasn't single in college
What, all because I had you? Nigga I don't even have you
How am I suppose to get past you?
And she called the next guy spillin' some real shit
Now they problems he got to deal with

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Girl, don't believe them hoes
Cause they don't wanna see us together
And you already know you're too fly
But baby, don't get your hair caught in the propellers
I be tryna tell her these hoes is jealous
You know they never like it when you never say never
Long hair, red bone, but her pussy is hairless
Muah, I french kiss it like we in Paris
I be screaming out, "ain't no woman like the one I got"
But she be always worryin' about the one I fucked
She said it's gonna be me, myself and I
Damn, that would make me a one-eyed fuck
Schh, I was so mad
Damn, you used to ride a nigga like a moped
Schh, ut players fuck up, my bad
And just to keep from crying, I laughed
Hmm-mmm, Tunechi

[Chorus]

[Outro 2X: Jhene Aiko]
...Baby
Last time calling me baby
Last time calling me crazy
Crazy, crazy

Big Sean feat Ellie Goulding - You Don't Know Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean feat. Ellie Goulding
Song Title : You Don't Know
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson, Ellie Goulding, Wilson, Adam �Flinch� Glassco
Producer : No ID
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean feat Ellie Goulding - You Don't Know Lyrics

[Intro:]
You know what you do
You know what you do
You know what you see
You know what you do
You know what you - you don't know what you do!

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
How about we pretend all these niggas not around
And get fucked up like we was out of town
Woah, then get fucked up and go get out of town, (Swerve, swerve)
And tell ourselves that one time doesn't count, tell me
How fucked up you down to get
A pound is it, ba-thousand tears
Red cup yeah, that's college year
Free liquor got it on scholarship
Bitch act like you don't know what's up
Act like it ain't my crew blowing up
Lose not to much champagne, no throwing up
One time for the set, please go throw it up
It's Finally Famous, overbooked, overpaid and overpriced
But don't get it twisted, that shit ain't happen overnight
Had dreams of balling now I'm NFLing
Let her spend the night, she feel like Cinderella
All she tell me is-

[Hook: Ellie Goulding]
You don't know what you do!
You know what you do
You know what you do
You don't know what you do!
You know what you do
You know what you do
And you don't know what you do!
It's just a feeling inside me
And you don't know what you do!
It's just a feeling inside me
You don't know what you-

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I know, I know, I know I'm the reason you get dressed up
I know, I know, I know I'm the reason you get messed up
Heart breaker, young heart breaker
When you get in the game I swear the whole world commentates you
But man, I don't give a fuck what they saying, I don't give a fuck about opinions
I don't give a fuck about feelings, I ain't no dentist, either I did, I do or I didn't
You could try to tell me how to live my life, I ain't hearing it
I must be doing something right if every meal come with asparagus
Straight, straight, straight up out that dirt, but my t-shirt clean, ohh
Do it for the city, that's the 313
That's unnecessary, fuck her like she my secretary
Ass and face is hereditary, her momma, shit, legendary
You don't know what you do

[Hook: Ellie Goulding]

[Outro: Big Sean]
Go, go, go, go. go
Can't let that high go to waste I feel high on
(Poles, poles, poles, poles, poles [?])
Man, watch your back I swear man some of these niggas be
(Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes)
But I'm a live this like I swear that's all I know
Know, know, know, know, know, know

Big Sean - Toyota Music Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean
Song Title : Toyota Music
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson, Noah Beresin
Producer : Xaphoon Jones
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean - Toyota Music Lyrics

[Refrain 1]
Hella cheese, hella trees, LSD
Selling D, feeling like the 70s
Getting paid like we seventy

[Verse 1:]
Float around my town like it's the motherfucking seven seas
Hit the club, lose seven Gs, fill it all on seven D's
Spilling liquor rest in peace, rest in my G's, rest with her [?]
Start the day dissecting weed, then strategize then rest my team
Same show, different seats, same game, different league
Living life I hope that everyone I love will get to see,
Get to see, get to see, get to see, get to see
Living life I hope that everyone I love will get to see,
Get to see, get to see, get to see, get to see
Bitch

[Verse 2:]
I was thinking about the ice that I put on, money that I've blown
Bitches that I know, everything that I've done wrong
All the licks I hit, all the bullets missed
Got my shit legit, a lot of people pissed, well
I got money coming through
Drugs and women coming too
Got my family living comfortable
Got me thinking I'm doing what I'm supposed to do
I'm doing what I'm supposed to do
I'm doing what I'm supposed to do

[Refrain 2]
Hella cheese, hella trees, LSD
Selling D, feeling like the 70s
Getting paid like we seventy
Use to roll around in that Toyota rolling seven deep, damn

[Outro:]
Bitch
Bitch

Big Sean - 10 2 10 Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean
Song Title : 10 2 10
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Anderson, Dion Wilson, Jacques Webster, Dwane Weir II
Producer : No ID, Travi$ Scott , Key Wane
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean - 10 2 10 Lyrics

[Intro]
Imma' be paid forever
I look up
Finally Famous Nigga

[Hook]
I woke up working like a 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]
All this bread can�t be good for my cholesterol
Don�t come round� talking loudly, fucking up my repertoire dawg
I can�t lie bruh lately I�ve been stressing heavily
I'm sipping, popping, smoking on whatever take the pressure off
Diss you, FF Imperial til my burial
Dodging every bullet and venereal
Anti-fuckboy material til I�m dead, I�m living proof,
If you focus on what�s in front of you and not what�s in the peripheral
It�s gone, word? Boy I seen drama on drama
Drama on drama over comma on comma
I�m bringing home dead prez, my house done feel like its haunted
I put the city on my back, right along with my garments
Went to sleep, snoring

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I got 3 jobs like I'm Jamaican though
I need 3 wives like I was Haitian though
One cook, one clean, the other PMS�ing, ho Hablo ingles�
If police have questions they don�t know what that mean nigga
They say Detroit going through the great depression
Still it�s been depressed so long I can�t even tell depression here
My homeboy still gon� pull up on them rims big as a Ferris wheel
So many rides up on the curb my lil cuz thought the fair was here
Like oh, I'm primo, top spot redeemed ho, for who? My team
And we might take a trip to Jamaica, Montego, pussy and flamingos
Got me thinking the fuck I need to sleep for?

[Hook]

Big Sean - Fire Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean
Song Title : Fire
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 20, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Sean Anderson, Darhyl Camper Jr., Alexander Izquierdo, Rob Kinelski
Producer : Darhyl "Hey DJ" Camper, Rob Kinelski
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean - Fire Lyrics

[Hook]
Tell 'em that I need more
Fire [x22]

[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it
Dealt with real life shit, Manned up and got through it
I'm a real D Boy, take a look up in my face
Never did real estate, but still put you in your place
I don't trust dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
From where they rock ski-masks and don't nobody ski
Every time I spit a verse, my city like "Preach!"
Niggas thought I got evicted how my shit up in the streets
B-I-G Sean, ain't nothing obese, but the feast
Swear I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet
Gotta hustle every second, stacking paper every week
Boy I'm in the field for real, I might run up in some cleats
Was in Japan so long, I almost learn to speak, had to leave
Back to the hood, where they don't understand unless you speaking trapanese
If I fall down, bet I only trampoline, bounce back
Back on my feet, that's just how I be
I be out of town repping valid as an absentee
Lord G's, jealous motherfuckers trying to absent me
Fuck these niggas up, now it's absent teeth
Trying to pass on me, when I'm first place in the Playoffs bitch
I'm even working half days on my day off bitch
Say it's gon kill me fuck it, I work graveyard shifts
'Long as that weed and money chilling and the power
Bitch I need that fucking fire

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Right now, right now, right now,
I know it's been a long, long
It's been a long, long time,
A long time, I know it's been a long, long time

[Verse 2]
I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it
Can do anything in the world except not do it
Bought my fam new six star crib
Momma feeling like she jewish, I'm the motherfucking truest
Yeah I talk about my mom, but shoutout to my dad
Would drive me to school every single chance he had
Tell me 'bout the crazy girls and all about his past
And gave me the talks that made me to a man
Not everybody got a dad but they got a Uncle Sam
And he ain't came around till I made a 100 grand
Coming from Detroit where everybody say "whaddup doe?"
Horror movie nigga, cause everybody there cut throat
Watch who you hustle with you might not get a cut though,
Even though you deserved a commission plus mo
The grandma sad when she saw my commercial
"Stop having people at your show that wasn't at rehearsal's"
I�m tryna to get a office at the Empire State
To bring it back to empire's plate, that's home
Man, I'm reppin' for my entire state
Prayin' that I won't be late, when it's all finished at the endin'
After all bottles spill it, throttle gripping, models switching
Chin chilling in my villa, fucking like I tryna populate a village
I'm replenished, I done do it just for the money
Man, for the feeling, I made it through the...

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Outro: Big Sean & James Fauntleroy]
But it's never, never been to late
It's never, never been to late
It's never, never been to late
It's never ever been to late
Right now, right now
I know it's been a long time
I know it's been a long, long time
Just know it's never, never been to late
It's never, never been to late
It's never ever been to late
It's never ever been to late
To do what you wanna do
Fuck everything else

Big Sean - Nothing Is Stopping You Lyrics

Artist : Big Sean
Song Title : Nothing Is Stopping You
From The Album : Hall of Fame
Released : August 26, 2013
Genre : Hip hop
Songwriters : Sean Anderson, Dwane Weir II, Alexander Izquierdo, Pharrell Williams
Producer : Key Wane
Label : GOOD Music, Def Jam

Big Sean - Nothing Is Stopping You Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I know I'mma get it, I just don't know how
Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd
Parents always tried keep me home
But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be gone till we on
Whats up, Finally Famous
I had it on my jacket way back in high school
Know I wanted to be in them night clubs and not all off in that night school
So me and my niggas real life'd it, every week we did them cyphers
At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the city ain't heard shit like this
I woke up early on a saturday
Said I'mma cash my check and hit some ass today
Hit the bank, my nigga called me like: "Go rap for Ye
He at the station, rap that shit that you rap everyday"
Man, that shit sounds stupid then I hang up on his ass
Then called him back like "Fuck, let's do it"
I didn't even cash my check, man can't believe my ass pursuit it
I didn't even have no gas but somehow God just lead me to it
Like, "Let's do it"

[Interlude: Kanye West and DJ Mo Beatz]
When I heard the songs he was doing
Man, I knew he had to be on G.O.O.D Music
(BIG! SEAN!) [x5]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Just to think, last night I was in Venice hugging bitches,
Thanking God Almighty, condoms were invented
Cause I had a yellow bone
That could've come from out the Simpsons man
Who claim she never did it (Yeah right)
But under these conditions she was with it
Then I hopped up on that red eye when I finished
I been gon for five hours, fuck, my head still spinning
Fucked the hotel up, shit she probably still in it,
Getting rest that I be missing, but fuck it I'm on a mission
Flight delayed like 30 minutes, now that's the shit that I hate
Now it's eight thirty, I'm officially late, for that eight o'clock spot
I know the Program Director hot, but I spit a freestyle up in there so cold
That everybody in that bitch forgot, Now I'm running late for sound check
And I heard the line's already to the lot, walking out the station
And that's around the time that I got stopped, by this shorty tryna rhyme
Manager said we ain't got time, But time to time
You gotta make time when it's time for karma to come back around
I say "Aye dawg, What you got?", "Aw dawg, Big Sean, thanks a lot
Um, alright, stay young ran the game, man they been afraid
Tryna follow me get in a maze, Leave you minute maid
Um, I'm like a young black Eminem, it's a riddle and I'm repping that Michigan
Tryna stack my dividends, get my mom a new crib and them
And the bunch just synonyms about how he was living in,
I ain't even let him finish shit, I mean I can't lie he was alright
But at his age, shit so was I,so give him my email on a fly
And if it sound good, then I reply Uhh

[Interlude: Trick Trick and Shorty]
[Trick Trick:] Hello
[Shorty:] Ay nigga, Ay trick, where you at nigga
[Trick Trick:] Ay what up, whats good, whats up man?
[Shorty:] Ay bro, ay nigga I just rapped for this nigga Big Sean dawg
[Trick:] What!
[Shorty:] Bro, haha, I just rapped for this nigga Big Sean dawg, aye
[Trick:] Oh hell naw, what?
[Shorty:] Hey I ran into this nigga, but aye he cool as hell man
[Trick:] Awwww Dang! Tight!
[Shorty:] Bet, He short as hell though.
[Both:] Hahahaha
[Shorty:] But that nigga was cool though man
[Trick:] Alright!
[Shorty:] Man just like how he spit a hundred bars, I spit like two hundred bars.

[Outro 1: Big Sean]
Tell me what you know about dreams, what you know about having faith
In something you can't see, tell me how much do you believe
What you know about feeling something, that you can't even touch
What you know bout smelling something, that you can't even breathe
But when the world drives you out, and your gas tank is on E
All the faith that you had, just ain't all the faith that you need
All the faith that I have, just ain't all the faith that I need
I'm sorry.

[Outro 2: Mama Myra]
I know you're not my child talking like that.
Focus shifting the negative energy, into something positive.
And the easiest way to do that, is to be grateful for all the things that you do have,
For your health, for your family, your friends, all the people that care about you.
You've got food to eat, you've got a place to stay.
Ugh you know, let's feel good, let's get happy, boi! haha