24hrs – Still Free TC Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: 24hrs]
I love the Private Club
Eight-five, know if I’m speedin’, I’m in my droptop
I been on some get money shit for a long time
I just touched a hundred this month
I bought what the f*ck I want
Dior know me first-name, guess I buy too much
I can’t pass the wood no more
‘Cause I ain’t gettin’ high enough
Been had six, now I’m tryna reach Figure 8
They booked me in December, now the later day

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
Show sold out, we sneakin’ bitches in the VIP
Twelve pulled me over, said he really need to see ID
2020 bat, I got a feature with T.I.P
And she love the Private Club
That’s why she wanna ride with us
I don’ came a long way, back when I didn’t have shit
Walkin’ out of Mastro’s with somethin’ that’s not average
ZaZa, mhmm, that shit make me pass out
If it’s ’bout that gang-gang, know that I’m gon’ crash out
Counted hundred thousand cash way before I had my deal, nigga
Loyalty mean everything, you broke and still be real, nigga
Route receiver, Twenty catchin’ plays, I’m in the field, nigga
She lookin’ for a man, but she keep f*ckin’ everything she meet
I can’t f*ck with everybody, pressin’ up this fentanyl
Big dog, really not a nigga they can step on
Photoshoot, I can tell these niggas wanna be me

[Chorus: 24hrs]
MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC
(MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC)

MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC
(MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC)
I can tell these niggas wanna be me
(I can tell these niggas wanna be me)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC
(MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC)
I ain’t move a finger, but you got touched like the Ouija
(I ain’t move a finger, but you got touched like the Ouija)
105 West, on my way back to Hollywood
Two twenty on the dash, I got a heavy foot
Baby told me “Please slow down”
I think I probably should (Should)
Niggas always wanna race, they see you in a sports car
Spent a hundred in the club, no, we don’t do the sports bar
Two hundred dollar lineups, use to get mine on Crenshaw
Know you mad at me, when I was workin’, you dicked off
Walked into Hermès, I bought my bitch a purse
She gon’ wear it with some Bottegas and my merch (Merch)
Tell ’em I ain’t doin’ not favors, I need my racks (Racks)
‘Til the day I make a billion, I just can’t relax (Relax)

[Chorus: 24hrs]
MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC
(MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC)
MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC
(MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC)
I can tell these niggas wanna be me
(I can tell these niggas wanna be me)

Ty Dolla $ign – By Yourself (Remix) Lyrics

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

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

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Well is you single? Where my single ladies?
Stacked your bread and bought your own Mercedes (Vroom, vroom)
You your own boss, do it your way (Way)
Quick to tell a broke nigga, “Go away” (Go away)
You ain’t never ’bout no drama (Nah, nah)
You ain’t pressed (Pressed)
You want bigger things and better things (Things)
Put that work in, stay on your job
You don’t break a sweat (No, oh), uh
In the mirror takin’ pics ’cause you know you the shit

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

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
Yes, you did it by yourself, by yourself
Sneaked into the bag, yeah, but you know
But you know I got plans to spend my money on you (Yeah, I got plans, plans)
But you got your own girl (Yeah, that’s what)
Yeah, that’s what I admire
She in for the week, she like need I remind you
I’m busy on the weekends, free for tonight
If you’re free for the night, then keep me in mind, baby (Keep me in mind, mind)
You should be right here with me, babe (Be right here with me)
No, you don’t need me, babe (You don’t need me, you ain’t gotta be all by…)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Bryson Tiller, Ty Dolla $ign & Bryson Tiller]
You ain’t never ‘fraid to be by yourself
You ain’t never ‘fraid to be by yourself (You ain’t afraid to say, “Bye-bye”)
Say you ain’t afraid to be by yourself (By yourself)
Say you ain’t afraid to be by yourself (Yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh)
You don’t need a man, you do it by yourself
Oh, oh, oh-oh
You did it by yourself
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Jhené Aiko]
You know I do this shit on my own
Pockets long, I’m so grown, I’m so godly
Even when alone, I’m never lonely
Only call him up when I am horny, haha
Yeah, I’m that bitch and I know it (And I know it)
And I don’t even need nobody else to notice
I be ridin’ through the hood bumpin’ my own shit
Headed to the crib right by the ocean
Yeah, I did it, I did it, I do it all by myself, yeah
I get it, I get it, don’t need nobody else, ooh woah

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

[Outro: Billie Piper]
No more sittin’ at home alone
While you’re ’round with somebody else
No more starin’ at the phone
‘Cause I can do bad all by myself

2 Chainz – Can’t Go For That Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Duval)

Easy, ready, willin’, overtime
Where does it stop? (Turn that light down for me)
Where do you dare me to draw the line?
You’ve got the body, now you want my soul
(Light that Bond No. 9 on the counter)
Don’t even think about it, say, no go, yeah
Yeah
We vibin’ now
Vibin’ now

Doin’ such a good job, I pat myself on the back
Flight confirmation, I cash through the app
Ain’t nobody robbin’ me, I answer doors with a strap
Anywhere I go, I put the Soufside on the map
Shorty said she loved me, I said I loved me back
Tried to cuss me out, I ain’t goin’ for that
Nigga said they want my plugs so they can order the packs
But I’m addicted to the trap, you know I’ll never relapse, so

I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that

I called your phone, you ain’t answer yours
I ain’t goin’ for the bull like a Matador
Text me, if I don’t reply quick, you trip
I’m Jefe, I’m highest on the list
Kick it like judo, the numero uno
Yes, I’m the highness
My house so far back in the woods that can’t nobody find us

My driveway so long that you can run out of gas
Keep askin’ me for money, you need to get off your ass

I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (Ooh)
No can do
I can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that

I beat the charge and then I bounce back
Dropped 125 and brought a ounce back
Got the cognac color on the inside
And the Forgiato’s cuffin with the big tires
When your friend come, make sure she keep quiet
Or the next time I see her I’ll be senile
Look around like this must be a mix up
I can’t f*ck with ya if you’re gonna switch up

I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (Ooh)
No can do
I can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that

I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that, no (No)
No can do
I can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that

Ty Dolla $ign – Lift Me Up Lyrics

Play this song

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

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

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Tent out in Maldives, I’ll be your Hercules
I’ll fuck the shit out of you (Ooh, yeah)
You’ll tell your friends ’bout me (Ah, yeah)
You so possessive, way too jealous
Don’t bring your friends around me (Me)
I had some famous girls, some models, and somе regular hoes (Regular hoеs)
I tell my bitch about ’em, think it’s probably best that she knows (Best that she knows)
I bought a Richard Mille, it’s a Bubba Watson luxury
Drop my new shit, now all these bitches wanna fuck with me (Me)
Another new one in my collection (Collection)
Nothin’ but bad bitches up in my section (My section)
Nothin’ but princess cuts and baguettes (Baguettes)
No commercial, wheels up on the jet
[Chorus: Young Thug, Young Thug & Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body
I wanna know if you can last no longer
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I’m puttin’ molly in my IV (Hm)

[Verse 2: Future]
Private show viewin’ on the runway
Twelve-inch heels, Roberto Cavalli
Eight zips of codeine in a Hi-C
Throwin’ private parties at the penthouse at the Marquee
Bora Bora villa, yeah
Lil’ Kim, Hard Core, dead pres’
You got more Chanel bags than your birthday
Molly and power make you a mermaid
Swimmin’ in Franklins, swimmin’ in Benji
You get your backstroke in Stella McCartney
My gangbangin’ friends gon’ be the ones to protect you
You been turnin’ up ever since that nigga left you
Oh, baby, nasty, all nine karats
Ghost like Casper, doors open backwards
Oh, you a ballerina, tippin’ on marble
Oh, you got paper for your diamonds, oh, and they sparkle
Donald Trump a wrist flick, I’m a misfit, but I’ma keep you in some new shit
Five languages, girl, name it, I buy the shelf out of Ruth Chris
Spaceship got you woozy, every day you wake up is a movie
Every day you gotta prove it, you goin’ to sleep in jacuzzi
[Chorus: Young Thug, Ty Dolla $ign, Young Thug & Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me (Carry me)
Oh, baby, let me down (Let me down), oh, baby, tragedy (Tragedy)
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body (Oh)
I wanna know if you can last no longer (Ooh, yeah)
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I’m puttin’ molly in my IV (Hm)

Ty Dolla $ign – Double R Lyrics

Play this song

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

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
I was deep, I was deep in it
She see the stars, she see the stars in
I got a freak, I got a freak, yeah
I had to park, had to park my shit
Say that man a broke boy, I’m the opposite
Staring in the mirror, she a narcissist
I got hitters with me, they like popping shit
I got red bottoms with the ostrich
Getting toppy in the Dawn
I’m on my boss shit, told that ho don’t gossip
Maybach getting top in the Dawn
Yeah, I’m on my boss shit, told that bitch don’t gossip, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I was laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah
She said she want a rockstar, yeah
She wanna be a popstar, yeah
Folded in the double R, yeah
Rich sex in the double R
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Do the dash in the Lamb’, got her busting on my seats
Get my pants out the mail, I don’t usually wear a crease
Caught a case, I got my gun still, I got a high speed
You won’t catch a nigga broke if he standing by me
I done fucked majority of the models off of IG
And I need some Percocets, yes, just like caffeine
I done took a fuckin’ jet, I ain’t bring an ID
She ain’t fuck-you-when-she-met-you type, she can’t come ’round me
Prada shoes ’cause she proud of me
Lot of blues like I’m bangin’ C
Blow my phone up getting head, I let it ring
Baguettey daddy, baguettey the wedding ring
Gotta go and chase a check, bitch, that is my job
I be laughing to the bank, all blues, haha
Give you head (Nah-nah), give you bread (Nah, nah)
See, I don’t do that in my car

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

Ty Dolla $ign – Nothing Like Your Exes Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh, oh

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

[Verse 1]
See that you pull up alone (Up alone)
All in the club with no panties on (Panties on)
You ain’t gotta check your phone
He don’t know what he got at home
We both know that he a clown
Tell by how you walking’ that he don’t dick you down
Don’t you hear my talkin’, baby?
Love me now, I go crazy

[Pre-Chorus]
I can put you in your dream house (House), stylin’ (Stylin’, ooh, yeah)
Now you say he ain’t your boyfriend, you just vibin’
I can put you in an AP, keep you in a CC (Keep you in a CC)
Flowers on your necklace (Ooh, yeah), in Waikiki
Girl, I ain’t nothin’
[Chorus]
Nothin’ like your exes (Exes), nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain’t tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin’ like your exes, nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)

[Verse 2]
Tell ’em you ain’t get the message
Say you in the hills and there ain’t no reception
Funny how you got him stressin’
IG post got the nigga pressured
Usually I don’t save these hoes
But tonight I’m a hero
Hit it ’til you dozin’ off
Got you wakin’ up

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

[Chorus]
Nothin’ like your exes (Exes), nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain’t tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin’ like your exes, nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, yeah)
[Outro]
Nothin’ like your—, nothin’ like your exes, ooh-oh
He ain’t tell you that you sexy, lock it down-lock it down
Nothin’ like your—, nothin’ like your exes
He ain’t tell you that you sexy

Ariana Grande Reveals Positions Tracklist Feat. The Weeknd, Doja Cat, & Ty Dolla $ign

Ariana Grande Reveals Positions Tracklist Feat. The Weeknd, Doja Cat, & Ty Dolla $ign

| October 24, 2020 – 6:33 pm

Ariana Grande’s new album Positions, her third in just over two years, is coming out next week. We’ve already heard its lead single and title track, and today, she’s revealed the rest of the tracklist. As rumored, Positions features the Weeknd on a song called “Off The Table,” and Doja Cat and Ty Dolla $ign also show up in guest spots. Check out the full tracklist below.

TRACKLIST:
01 “Shut Up”
02 “34+35”
03 “Motive” (Feat. Doja Cat)
04 “Just Like Magic”
05 “Off The Table” (Feat. The Weeknd)
06 “Six Thirty”
07 “Safety Net” (Feat. Ty Dolla $ign
08 “My Hair”
09. “Nasty”
10 “West Side”
11 “Love Language”
12 “Positions”
13 “Obvious”
14 “POV”

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— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) October 24, 2020

positions the single out now. positions my 6th album out friday the 30th. 🤍 https://t.co/qNum5allXG pic.twitter.com/ggOQpgPIHn

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) October 23, 2020

Positions is out 10/30 on Republic.

Ty Dolla $ign – “Spicy” (Feat. Post Malone)

Ty Dolla $ign – “Spicy” (Feat. Post Malone)

| October 21, 2020 – 12:48 pm

Back in 2018, the extremely busy Ty Dolla $ign sang on “Psycho,” a catchy Post Malone song that made it to #1 on the Billboard Hot 100. Two and a half years later, Post Malone has repaid the favor. Post appears on “Spicy,” a catchy new Ty Dolla $ign song from the forthcoming LP Featuring Ty Dolla $ign. Over a beat that’s both hypnotic and lively, both of them sing-rap horny strip-club stuff. That whole style can be numbing, but the song works.

The guest-heavy Featuring Ty Dolla $ign comes out in two days, and Ty$ has already shared a couple of its advance singles, like the Jhené Aiko collab “By Yourself” (which Ty$ and Aiko performed on Colbert last night) and the Nicki Minaj team-up “Expensive.” “Ego Death,” the strange summer track with Kanye West and Skrillex and FKA twigs and serpentwithfeet, is also on there as a bonus track. But at least thus far, “Spicy” sounds like the hit. Check it out below.

In a press release, Ty Dolla $ign says:

I keep talking about this new album being all about frequencies. I carefully chose each person that’s on this album based on how each song needed that person’s specific frequency. You know, that magic that only that person could bring to the song. And “Spicy” was no different. This song needed Post’s frequency. Plus, we were overdue for another hit after “Psycho.” I’m just grateful that he lent his frequency to this song because we definitely got another one on our hands. Shout out to my brother Posty!

Featuring Ty Dolla $ign is out 10/23 on Atlantic.

Ty Dolla $ign – “By Yourself” (Feat. Jhené Aiko & Mustard)

Ty Dolla $ign – “By Yourself” (Feat. Jhené Aiko & Mustard)

| October 16, 2020 – 9:27 am

Ty Dolla $ign does so many features that even his own album is called Featuring Ty Dolla $ign. I love the self-awareness! I also enjoy the project’s latest single, which reunites Ty with his longtime collaborator Mustard (with an assist from co-producer GYLTTRYP). It also includes a guest vocal from fellow R&B treasure Jhené Aiko. “By Yourself” is a sleek, smooth tribute to single women’s empowerment, one that gets in and out in two and half minutes while showcasing Ty’s inimitable vocal presence. It’s all a little basic, but the sentiment is nice, and so’s the music.

In a press release, he shared this statement:

One of my favorite parts of making this album was getting back in with my brother Mustard and just making hits after hits, like we’ve been doing for the last decade. The song needed the frequency of a strong woman, so I had to call my sis Jhené who came in and killed it like only she can do. “By Yourself” is an ode to all the amazing women, especially all the single women and the single mothers, who do this thing called life on their own. Especially now more than ever. Ladies if you’re handling your responsibilities by yourself, just know we see you and appreciate you.

Listen below.

Featuring Ty Dolla $ign is out 10/23 on Atlantic. Ty Dolla $ign will perform “By Yourself” on Colbert this coming Tuesday, 10/20.

Mistah F.a.b. – Another B*tch Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
Another bitch
Dolla $ign

[Pre-Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
I got me a bad bitch, yeah
She don’t deserve a nigga
She finer than a motherf*cker, mane …
She be gettin’ on my nerve, nigga
I told her be cool, she act like she ain’t heard a nigga
What you tryna be cruel?
Damn, what you wanna hurt a nigga?

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch
Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Pump rock, pump rock on that other shit
Blow pop, lollipop on that sucka shit
You a bop, you a bop gon’ and suck a dick
I gain a hoe, then lose a hoe, then go get me another bitch
I slide through the function, all the hoes choose me
I leave up out the function with about a two-piece
I can pull up something wishin’, I can pull up in a loopty
And I still get that coochie from them groupies, they use me
They love a nigga, hug a nigga
Run up and they rub a nigga
Tell me that they miss me and they always thinkin’ bout the nigga
Give me kisses, give me kisses
I’ve been a fly guy, so I’ve always had bitched
But now I’m gettin’ money, yeah I’m stackin’ up my riches
And I keep a couple bands in my britches
And I don’t f*ck with you niggas, don’t f*ck with you bitches
And I’m done f*cking with punk bitches

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch

Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch, yeah
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch
Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
I’m different, I’m different
Two chains on, yeah bitch, I’m acting pimpin’ (Pimpin’)
Hate it for a hoe bitch that didn’t listen
Since you didn’t’ listen, now hoe, we business
Get up out my business
Hey, what is this?
Don’t tell me how to do something if you ain’t did shit
Pretty hoes got the most issues
Garmin, why you all outta, you bitch you
f*ck, shit, damn, I know you wish that I miss you
No, I don’t, I’m not f*cking with you
Tap out, tap out, yep I quit you
Sharp nigga, not a mark nigga
Icebox, where was the heart, nigga?
Tryna play me, hoe, you crazy
Gone out with my brother, then had his baby

[Pre-Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
I got me a bad bitch, yeah
She don’t deserve a nigga
She finer than a motherf*cker, mane …
She be gettin’ on my nerve, nigga
I told her be cool, she act like she ain’t heard a nigga
What you tryna be cruel?
Damn, what you wanna hurt a nigga?

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch
Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch

[Outro: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch in my life
Dolla $ign
I need me another bitch, another bitch in my life
f*ck you, you punk ass bitch

Netflix Announces Song Exploder TV Show With R.E.M., Alicia Keys, Ty Dolla $ign, & Lin-Manuel Miranda

Netflix Announces Song Exploder TV Show With R.E.M., Alicia Keys, Ty Dolla $ign, & Lin-Manuel Miranda

| September 17, 2020 – 10:47 am

Song Exploder has long been one of the most interesting music podcasts around, an engaging venue for artists like Tame Impala, St. Vincent, Arcade Fire, Yo La Tengo, and many others to take listeners under the hood and explain how their music works. Now creator Hrishikesh Hirway — whose own music as The One AM Radio once graced these pages — has adapted the podcast into a TV series for Netflix.

The Song Exploder Netflix show will premiere on Oct. 2. It’s set to feature Hirway interviewing a high-profile quartet of artists. R.E.M., who once broke down “Try Not To Breathe” on a Song Exploder podcast, will discuss “Losing My Religion.” Alicia Keys seems to be spotlighting “3 Hour Drive,” her new collaboration with Sampha. Lin-Manuel Miranda is on board to dissect “Wait For It” from Hamilton. And Ty Dolla $ign gets an episode too, breaking down “LA.”

News of the Song Exploder TV show comes just weeks after Hirway, in a now-deleted tweet, announced that he was having to delete some podcast episodes due to licenses expiring: “This is a bummer, but I’m starting to take episodes of Song Exploder down. I’ve always hoped they’d all be available forever, but the reality of music licensing makes that impossible. As the podcast approaches 200 episodes, it’s just too expensive to keep all of them afloat.” Even with that Netflix money?! (Just kidding, I wouldn’t want to pay to perennially maintain all those licenses either.)

Watch the trailer below.

Song Exploder hits Netflix on 10/2.

SZA – “Hit Different” (Feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

SZA – “Hit Different” (Feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

| September 4, 2020 – 12:03 am

SZA has released a new single called “Hit Different,” which features Ty Dolla $ign. She worked on the song with The Neptunes and recorded it in DJ Khaled’s house earlier this year while he was at the Super Bowl, as she explained in a new interview with Apple Music. “I was swimming in my brain about what I wanted to say first, what I wanted to bring energy wise first and I just really — I just stopped trying to like overthink and I just wanted to give people something just to vibe because I have so much stuff that I’m just done holding onto,” she said during that interview.

It’s her first new solo material since 2017’s Ctrl, though she’s had her fair share of high-profile guest spots since then, most recently on tracks with Justin Timberlake, Donald Glover, and Post Malone.

A few weeks ago, SZA took to Twitter to call out her label TDE and its leader Terrence “Punch” Henderson for holding up the new music she has made since Ctrl, saying that her relationship with the label has been “hostile.”

Whatever happened behind-the-scenes after that has lead to this, our first new taste of SZA in three years. Check it out below.

Ty Dolla $ign – “Expensive” (Feat. Nicki Minaj)

Ty Dolla $ign – “Expensive” (Feat. Nicki Minaj)

| August 28, 2020 – 12:23 am

Ty Dolla $ign seems to be pulling out all the stops for his upcoming album Dream House, leveraging his lengthy contacts list in service of some event singles. The first, “Ego Death,” brought together an impressive assortment of talent including Kanye West, FKA twigs, Skrillex, and serpentwithfeet. Now he’s back with a second advance track from the new project, this one featuring recent chart queen Nicki Minaj.

Ty and Nicki have teamed up before, first on Jason Derulo’s unmemorable 2017 single “Swalla” and then on Megan Thee Stallion’s season-defining 2019 hit “Hot Girl Summer.” This time Minaj arrives on a hot streak, having finally topped the Hot 100 — not once but twice — via collaborations with Doja Cat and 6ix9ine.

The latest Dolla $ign x Minaj linkup is “Expensive,” a track that will presumably appear on the Dream House LP. (As of early August it was in the mastering phase.) Hear “Expensive” below.

Murda Beatz – “Doors Unlocked” (Feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Polo G)

Murda Beatz – “Doors Unlocked” (Feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Polo G)

| July 31, 2020 – 10:37 am

Canadian rap producer Murda Beatz has already worked on a number of releases this year, including Lil Wayne’s Funeral, Lil Baby’s My Turn, and PARTYNEXTDOOR’s PARTYMOBILE. And now he’s teaming up with longtime collaborator Ty Dolla $ign and melancholic young Chicago sing-rapper Polo G, who recently put out the album THE GOAT, for a new single of his own. “Doors Unlocked” is airy and breezy and melodic, and you can listen to it below.

Ty Dolla $ign – “Ego Death” (Feat. Kanye West, Skrillex, FKA twigs, & serpentwithfeet)

Ty Dolla $ign – “Ego Death” (Feat. Kanye West, Skrillex, FKA twigs, & serpentwithfeet)

| July 1, 2020 – 12:02 pm

Ty Dolla $ign has often functioned as a human crossroads for various corners of the musical mainstream. On his new single, he brings many of those corners together for a superstar posse cut.

“Ego Death,” Ty’s new single out now, features a fascinating and impressive array of contributors. There is Kanye West, who has often deployed Ty’s voice in recent years and who released his own new single “Wash Us In The Blood” just yesterday, and whose “Fade” instrumental seems to be the foundation here. There is Skrillex, who teamed with Ty and Boys Noize on last year’s “Midnight Hour.” There is FKA twigs, who previously has no features with Ty but has worked with Skrillex. And there is serpentwithfeet, who teamed with Ty on “Receipts” last year.

What have they come up with? Hear “Ego Death” below to find out.

Speaking with Zane Lowe on Beats 1, Ty explained the genesis of the new song:

Basically, I was at a party, and I don’t remember. I heard some girls saying something about some guy, like, “Oh, that’s the death of his ego.” I remembered that when I got to the house. I’m like, “Wow, that’s hard.” It’s like I had the song “Ego Death,” and then I made the beat. Then I was watching Instagram, and there was some video of Ye walking through Chicago. Then he was like, “Hold up. There’s a train going by.” I thought that was so hard, just seeing him just walking through Chicago by himself. So I sampled that part, and then I went out to Chicago to work on Yandhi with him. Then I played him the record, and he went crazy. Everybody in the room ran out, like, “Oh, shit.” So he came back. He grabbed the little performance mic, and he started beatboxing and just freestyling and shit.

We recorded all that, kept all that. Then I ended up going to London. I linked up with Twigs. She laid her part, went crazy, and then I came back to LA and I hooked up with Sonny. He added his magic, and now we have the song. So it was definitely a process.

“Ego Death” is out now on Atlantic. Purchase it here.

Tish Hyman – What It Feels Like Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & DeJ Loaf)

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 1: Tish Hyman]
I’m from New York City so you know you better come, right
Tourin’ overseas, no sleep ’til sunrise
If that was your girl, then she wasn’t last night
Don’t be mad at me, nigga, that’s your life
Said she love my jewels, wanna know what it feel like
You got too many rules and she lookin’ for the free life
Drop top Rolls, she tryna catch a breeze like
She know I got the gold, she tryna catch a breeze like

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
She know what it feels like
She know Dolla lay the pipe (aw yeah)
Baby got a past (so what?)
She got miles on that ass
Shawty been in mansions
Shawty been in foreigns
I just follow shawty
She told me you’re borin’
Hotel, hotel suite (hotel, hotel, hotel)
I’ma do the Louis supreme
Shoppin’ ’til we fall out (fall out)
We just f**k after we fall out, ooh yeah

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 3: DeJ Loaf]
Chanel bags, Givenchy
The back of the woods, watch you lean on me
Your nigga be purp’ed out
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout I no weed
I been with the same OG’s
Bust down, twin Rollies
Bust ya down, try to rob me
Whoa
Passport, get you stamped
Have you ever flown on a jet?
Baby, let me take you there
Pick a place, we go there
Eeny meeny minie moe
We spend it all ’cause there’s plenty more

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

Tish Hyman – Dreams Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous)

[Verse 1: Tish Hyman]
You say you love me, but you lyin’ and I don’t believe it
I said I don’t want a relationship, and that’s how I treat it
You gettin’ mad cause I don’t call you back
I be busy, on my grind, tryna get these stacks, I
Could never be feelin’ you that much, to give all this up
My money and my pocket is the only one I trust
What do you think? I’m tryna get this bank
I don’t got no time for no mothaf**kin’ games, I

[Pre-Chorus: Tish Hyman]
Love you, love you
Want my heart I
Love you, love you
Want my love, I
Love you, love you
Want my all
But I’m runnin’ down this, runnin’ down this road, I
Love you, love you
Want me there, I
Love you
Think that I don’t care, I
Love you, love you
Want my all
But I’m runnin’ down this, runnin’ down this road

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
With that same old dream
I’m on a mission with that same old dream
I’m out to get it with that same old dream
I’m gon’ be winnin’ with that same old dream

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been dreamin’ ’bout it, thinkin’ ’bout it all day
My mama told me music is a hobby
My ex-girlfriend gave up on me, I never gave up
I kept smokin’ weed every day, then I came up
Hundred to a Chevy, Chevy to a Bimmer
Bimmer to a Porsche, she ain’t mine, she yours
I just want the toppy, you can have her back now
I’m just spendin’ racks now, I’m just blowin’ cash now

[Chorus: Tish Hyman + Ty Dolla $ign]
Love you, love you
Want my heart I
Love you, love you
Want my love, I
Love you, love you
Want my all
But I’m runnin’ down this, runnin’ down this road, I
Love you, love you
Want me there, I
Love you
Think that I don’t care
Love you, love you
Want my all
But I’m runnin’ down this, runnin’ down this road

[Chorus: Tish Hyman +Ty Dolla $ign]
With that same old dream
I’m on a mission with that same old dream
I’m out to get it with that same old dream
I’m gon’ be winnin’ with that same old dream
Tishy, baby, tell ’em what we dreamin’, huh

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Dream so big, can’t get no sleep
Stack money machine, when it hit those beeps
Sounds shallow, but the shit’s so deep
It’s lonely at the top, don’t forget your peeps
Yeah, cause I ain’t rich if he ain’t rich
And she ain’t rich, then we ain’t rich
I hit the road and she ain’t bitch
Over ten in the game and he ain’t switch
I’m havin’ dreams about gettin’ this money
Havin’ nightmares of them gettin’ it from me
Wakin’ up to it, it’s time to go do it
It must be new hundreds if they say I blew it, let’s get it

The only one that I’m searchin’ for is one million
And after that I’m gon’ be searchin’ for two million
I want a threesome with the money (ding)
And I ain’t playin’, this ain’t funny

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
Cause I’m on a mission with that same old dream
I’m out to get it with that same old dream
I’m gon’ be winnin’ with that same old dream
With that same old dream
I’m on a mission with that same old dream
I’m out to get it with that same old dream
I’m gon’ be winnin’ with that same old dream

Mustard – Surface Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Ella Mai)

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: Ella Mai]
Chances, take them, don’t make me the one that got away
Promises, don’t break them, baby, two can play that game
I need to show you some’, show you some’, boy
So I can get to know you, get to know you, boy
So let me show you some’, show you some’, boy
I wanna get to know you

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
I know you got others callin’ your phone whenever you’re alone
But if it’s really me you want, you gotta cut ’em off

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
If you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface
I know you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface
Yeah I’ma have you, runnin’ around, losin’ your mind, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
To get below, below, below, below the surface

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Truth is, right now
You the only one I want, bae, I’m focused (Woah)
Emotions, flowin’ (Flow), girl, you make it so hard to control it
Don’t matter day and night, I swear you’re always on my mind
You said it’s mine, never be nobody else’s
And keep them bitches out my face, you so selfish

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
I know you got others callin’ your phone whenever you’re alone
But if it’s really me you want, you gotta cut ’em off

[Chorus: Ella Mai & Ty Dolla $ign]
If you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface (Surface)
I know you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface (Girl, you got me)
Runnin’ around, losin’ your mind, ooh yeah, ooh yeah (Ooh yeah)
To get below, below, below, below the surface (Get below)

[Verse 3: Ella Mai]
If you really wanna get my presents unwrapped
No sugarcoat, can’t be low, I need all facts
‘Cause baby, you gotta know where my head’s at
Oh, before I show you where my bed’s at, oh
Try, try, try, try, try
Don’t want no lie, lie, lie, lie, lies
Put in the time, time, time, time, time
‘Fore I X you out for crossin’ the line, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
I know you got others callin’ your phone whenever you’re alone
But if it’s really me you want, you gotta cut ’em off

[Chorus: Ella Mai & Ty Dolla $ign]
If you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface
I know you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface
Yeah I’ma have you, runnin’ around, losin’ your mind, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
To get below, below, below, below the surface
If you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface (Surface)
I know you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface (Girl, you got me)
Runnin’ around, losin’ your mind, ooh yeah, ooh yeah (Ooh yeah)
To get below, below, below, below the surface (Get below)

Ty Dolla $ign – Hottest in the City Lyrics

Play this song

[Part I]

[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin’ mane
(Yeah, oh no, oh my)
(Ohh)
Yeah, mane, Ty what’s good mane?
Onsight mane, when I see that bitch I’ma…

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Beat the pussy like I’m Joe Jackson (Yeah, ho)
Lick that pussy, stick that pussy, that’s the total package (Yeah, ho)
Pretty brown skin geeked, late for all her classes
‘Cause we wasted half a hour gettin’ head in traffic (Yeah, ho)
Made it rain on her, now that pussy extra splashin’ (Yeah, ho)
In that thang soakin’ wet, I forgot my jacket (Yeah, ho)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
720S Mclaren, my shit go the fastest (Woo)
Got a stain on my shirt from these Cookie ashes (Yeah, ho)
New Versace denim, bust ’em with the cherry ashes (Yeah, ho)
All she want is new Chanel and Celine glasses (Yeah, ho)
Anything she want, anything she want (I’m buyin’ it)
She want sushi, we fly out to Tokyo for lunch (For lunch?)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
Who the hottest in the city? (Now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Hottest, now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah)
Who the hottest in the city? (H-H-H-Hottest, yeah, ho)
Ain’t no nigga in this bitch did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Ain’t no nigga in this bitch did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah, ho)
Who the hottest in the city? (H-H-H-Hottest, yeah, ho)

[Part II]

[Intro: Project Pat]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
SOSer, ain’t no panties under that dressa (Mmhmm)
Nipple rings pokin’ through the shirt, tats on her neck-a
Ass fat like a Mack truck, ready for a wrecka (Ayy)
Rich nigga dick betta, come with a checka

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
I might have to flex her, bust a Rollie on a bitch
Promised her a Tesla if she swallow all the kids
Hands on the dresser, she might let my dogs hit it
That pussy stay wetta when it’s on a raw dick

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Called her ass lit, at the club on that peach Crown (Mmm)
Been a minute boo, ooh that pussy need a beat down (Mmm)
Ritz-Carlton hotel, them sheets need a skeet down (Skeet, skeet)
Ass wide, I got the gun, I had to hold the skreet down

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, for real (Ooh)
Yeah she gon’ hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, for real
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho)
What you lookin’ at? (Yeah, ho, what you lookin’ at?)
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho), I had fun with that (Woo)
Onsight, onsight she know I need that (Bounce that)
Onsight, onsight, like where the weed at? (Yeah, ho)
Onsight, onsight, I cop it off the lot (Yeah, ho)
Screaming “Free 03” til’ they let him out (Yeah, ho)

Kanye West – Butterfly Energy (Song 4) lyrics

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih)

[NOT FULL]

[Chorus]
I don’t feel that she’s mine enough
God, I feel I couldn’t have it [?]
Butterfly in my wrist
You make me run out of my skin
And I don’t feel like
And I know you and mhmm

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
They say, [?], you on, I said “how, Sway?”
I said slavery a choice, they say “how, Ye?”
Just imagine if they caught me on a wild day
Now I’m on fifty blogs gettin’ fifty calls
My wife callin’, screamin’, said we ’bout to lose it all
Had to calm her down ’cause she couldn’t breath
Told her she could leave me now but she wouldn’t leave

And that sundress, ooh, ooh

And I know you and mhmm

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Oh, don’t bring that up, that’s gon’ get me sentimental
You know I’m sensitive, I got a gentle mental
Every time something happened, they want me sentimental
We got an incident but I cover incidentals
You want me working on my messaging
When I’m thinkin like George Jesson but sounding like George Jefferson
Then they questioning my methods then
If you tweakin’ out my texts again then I don’t get reception here
I got the mind state to take us past the stratosphere
I use the same attitude that done got us here
I live for now, I don’t know what happen after here
I live for now, I don’t know what happen after here
Plus, what was meant to be was meant to be
Even publicly I lack the empathy
I ain’t finna talk about it [?] for centuries
One add one is two but me and you, that’s infinity

[Chorus]
I don’t feel that she’s mine enough
God, I feel I couldn’t have it [?]
Butterfly in my wrist
You make me run out of my skin
And I don’t feel like
Man, I know you and [?]

[Outro: Kanye West]
For any guy that ever fucked up
Ever embarassed they girl
Ever embarassed they wife
She told you not to do that shit
She told you yous gon’ fuck the money up
But you didn’t wanna listen, did you?
Now you testing the lords
This what they mean when they say
“For better of for worse”, huh?
For every damn female that stuck with what they do
Through the best times, through the worst times
This for you

Zara Larsson – So Good lyrics

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Zara Larsson]
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

[Verse 1: Zara Larsson]
My love is more potent
Than anything in the cup that you’re holdin’
One little taste will have you open
Aye, I know you want some, you want some
Too strong, no limits
It’s not official, so take your time with it
It go straight to your head, control your mind with it
Aye, I know you want some, you want some

[Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You know I’m the only one that gets you higher
Gets you higher, babe
And you ain’t gotta worry ’cause you know I got it
Know I got it, babe

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You be stuck on it ’cause my love so good
So you keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelin’s, all emotional
My love, my love
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is…

[Verse 2: Zara Larsson]
My love ain’t runnin’ out
Got a endless supply, there’ll never be a drought
I put you to sleep, you’ll never leave the house
Aye, I know you want, know you want some

[Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You know I’m the only one that gets you higher
Gets you higher, babe (high, babe)
And you ain’t gotta worry ’cause you know I got it
Know I got it, babe (you be)

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You be stuck on it ’cause my love so good
So you keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelin’s, all emotional
My love, my love
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
(Dolla, Dolla $ign)
Yeah, girl, your love so good, girl
Got me comin’ back for seconds, what’s good, girl?
Got me clearin’ out my schedule, tryna link up
Girl, you know you ’bout to get that thang beat up
When I pull up, you know what I came for
Dolla lay the pipe, keep some dope D for you
Put your body straight to sleep
I got you wakin’ up thankin’ me

[Chorus: Zara Larsson & Ty Dolla $ign]
You be stuck on it ’cause my love so good
You got me stuck on that, your love so good
So you keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelin’s, all emotional (Oooh, yeah)
My love, my love (My love)
So good, so good, so good, so good (So good)
You know my love is (Yeah)
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

Zaytoven – What You Think lyrics

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih & OJ da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fall with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

Ty Dolla $ign – Stare (feat. Pharrell Williams & Wiz Khalifa) lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your hoe
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
911, I bust ’em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin’
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin’ a deal, uh
Just got through poppin’ the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that’s somethin’ I can give
Dolla don’t want no mo’ kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don’t want no mo’ friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act’ in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin’ and shit

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your hoe
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin’, you creamin’
‘Cause Dolla hittin’ it, gettin’ it
Get ya outta here, he hittin’ it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that’s all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that’s Off-White
Guess the supermodels only fuck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act’ right
If I fuck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I’m not them, I’m that guy
Spaceships, I’m that high
Superfly, I’m that fly
So, understand why…pshh

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
Keep goin’ through your phone
Keep stackin’ up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin’, let the money grow
Kush smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
‘Bout the hoes, we don’t bite niggas
All the shit that I been through, I can’t even explain
Smokin’ O’s to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can’t carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain’t stayin’ at the Marriott
Presidential, that’s my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin’ weed soon as your man get up
She with me ’cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can’t say that I blame her (uh)
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper (yeah)
I’m coppin’ a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I’m takin’ them pics with my haters (wow)
Don’t need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don’t think I’m sweet ’cause I’m famous (no)
My niggas cockin’ and aimin’ (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

Ty Dolla $ign – Drugs (feat. Wiz Khalifa) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh yeah
Right now sounds

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
You know we pop champagne and Rosé
Spilled that shit all on my Balmain
Yeah, jump in with the campaign, yeah
Popping Xans on aeroplanes
We all cruise through, we got red leather
Whip that wrist on your bitch and make her head better
She been having too much fun, she a bad weather
Save me with that [?] and look back at it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
I don’t need no plug, I don’t need no plug
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
(Young Khalifa, man)
Walkin’ straight into the club, been here with all of my thugs
I said I’m rollin’ up drugs, told her it is what it is and it was what it was
She leave with me just because, say she in need of some love
And if Khalifa the one, hit her so good that she don’t wanna leave in the mornin’
Got your own girl, yeah, I know you grown
You came here alone ’cause you don’t get along with your home girl
Diamonds, they all on me dancin’, I’m like just what is the chance
To pick you up sometime and show you that I am the man
I really don’t care for them bands, I’m spendin’ them, baby girl

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah (that’s kinda hard, bro)
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs (yeah, aw, c’mon Khalifa)
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
Hit you with that 23, roll a brown when you’re on your back
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Yeah, yeah, got my own
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Yeah, yeah, got my own
I don’t need no plug, I don’t need no plug
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs, yeah

Ty Dolla $ign – So Am I (feat. Damian Marley & Skrillex) lyrics

[Intro: Damian Marley]
I don’t know if this sh all for you

[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
Girl, you’re looking for somebody
Somebody you can call on
Call on when you need it done right
If you’re looking for a real one

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
So am I (yeah)
So am I
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ll make this sh all for you

[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, you’re looking for somebody
Somebody you can call on
Call on when you need it done right
If you’re looking for a real one

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Said you wasn’t comin’ over, but you happy that you came, yeah Said you wasn’t gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
(Put it on her tongue, yeah)
Didn’t think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah
And you was just about to leave, ain’t you’re glad that you stayed, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Damian Marley]
And if you’re searching for the truth, but you’re so smart that you obvious know a lie
Baby, so am I
You’re sick and tired of a lover who do wrong, even though they know the right
Baby, so am I
And if you’re searching for somebody who is willing to stay more than overnight
Baby, so am I
And if you needing some support, instead of someone coming home to pick a fight
Baby, so am I

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
So am I
(Yeah, owee)
So am I
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Said you wasn’t comin’ over, but you’re happy that you came, yeah Said you wasn’t gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
Didn’t think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah
And you was just about to leave, ain’t you’re glad that you stayed, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So am I

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Roots, roots
Too real to the roots
Roots, roots, roots
Too real to the roots

Ty Dolla $ign – Lil Favorite (feat. MadeinTYO) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Skrrt, skrrt, yeah
Sound, sound, sound

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’ with you on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, I can’t trust no one so I be on my lonely
She say I fuck around, that’s why she keep ignorin’ me
You tyin’ up my line, but baby, that’s the old me
I’m dealin’ with a lot, this liquor keep on pouring
I beat a case, they tried to make me do the whole thing
So when you say you love me, girl, you gotta show me

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’m done with chasin’ love, I’m fuckin’ with you only
I’m tryna make it, so I don’t end up your homie

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’ with you on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, said I fuck around, I swear that’s what she told me
All she wanna do is lay up and on me
Got a bag, then we blew it all together
Got a bag, then we ran up that Margiela
Put lil’ shawty in a pearl and diamond necklace
Got a Porsche and I dri-ive reckless (skrrt)

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’m done with chasin’ love, I’m fuckin’ with you only
I’m tryna make it so I’m down and up your homie

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’, wishin’ on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 3: MadeinTYO]
Ooh, Louis on her belt, never leave her by herself
Ooh, diamonds too damn cold, they’ll never melt (bling blaow)
Playin’ Speaker Knockerz on my lonely (skrrt skrrt)
She my lil’ favorite, that’s my homie (yuh)
Bands in my pocket, yeah you know I got it (yuh)
That’s my lil’ favorite bih, don’t stop it (ooh)
She be rockin’ Prada with Balenciaga (sauce)
Pull up in that foreign playin’ Lady Gaga (skrrt skrrt)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’ with you on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt

Ty Dolla $ign – In Your Phone (feat. Lauren Jauregui) lyrics

[Intro]
Hahaha
Dun De-e-e-e-al

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong (wrong)
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)
You always in your phone (oh)
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tell me what you’re waiting for
You wanna jump in the ‘Rari
Show me your passport
I can be out in your past calls
You be all on my nerves
But your love is the best
But you already do more
But I want you to say less
Chic-chic boom, too many problems
You been doomed, too many wild thoughts
Yeah, sometimes you a challenge
I wanna even the score
I want madness

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Lauren Jauregui]
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong (do me wrong)

[Verse 2: Lauren Jauregui]
Tick tick on you, too many others
When I’m in the room, I feel the eyes on me
Got some nerve saying I’m the challenge
But I know, I know that you know, I’ve been damaged
You be honest, your love is the best
But I get so in my head when you keep shit to yourself
Why you always in your phone? Can’t you talk to me?
‘Cause I know that you need it more then I’m out this crib, I can’t ignore

[Chorus: Lauren Jauregui + Ty Dolla $ign]
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong

Ty Dolla $ign – Don’t Sleep On Me (feat. Future & 24hrs) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleepin’ on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleepin’ on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleepin’ on me
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Stop sleeping on (Stop sleepin’ on me)
Stop sleeping on
Stop sleep on me (Ooh-yeah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Please don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t sleep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Got my piece on me (Got my piece)
Cause you know I’m crazy (You know I’m crazy)
Crazy over you
Out my mind, ain’t no tellin’ what I’ll do
Girl, we both made that promise, I ain’t switchin’ up
Stay solid even when I got my money up
I remember when you fucked me in the Beamer truck
I was running out of gas, only had two bucks
Always came up on the wheels, never on the bus
Always did our own shit, fuck what everybody does
We was geekin’ off a molly at the festival
Now I’m in a booty club, throwing all the ones

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t cheat)
Don’t let me find out (No, no, no, no no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
You can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermés all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 2: Future]
I just went out with some ooh, ooh
She hit me up with some ooh juice
Champagne at the photoshoot
Celebrating, no curfew
Straight shots, never curve you
G63 when you swerve through
Droppin’ points on you, ma
Grateful tatted on my arm
Jealous bitches be despised
What the fuck they from?
Who hide them?
Fuck the nigga, check the iTunes
Turned they goons all to my goons
No sleep gang
I’ll drop you off where I found you
Only pain we recognize is pills (pills)
Xans, xans got you dozin’ off
Manolos, Hublots, got you showing off
Xans, xans, got you dozin’ off
Tennis bracelet, diamond chain, got you goin’ off

[Bridge: Future]
We make love the first time we seen
We make love and not wise with the sneak
We make love the first time we seen
We make love and not wise with the sneak

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t cheat)
Don’t let me find out (No, no, no, no, no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
You can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermés all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
She play Twenty in the hills when she lonely
She said, “Twenty, do you want to fuck my homie?”
All my bitches bad, and they ain’t got no stomach
Gucci jacket cost me fifty-four hundred
Aye, Twenty, tell Dolla, I fuck with him
You work and I see you up next to him
Don’t sleep on me
That’s my only fear
She said, “Twenty, boy, this your year”

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t cheat)
Don’t let me find out (No, no, no, no, no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermés all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, you know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do
You know I’m crazy
Crazy over you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do

DJ Mustard – Why’d You Call? (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & iLoveMakkonnen) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off playing, lies you were saying
Started off laughing, then I start to believe
Said you were stayin’ but you were lying
You’re thinking bout leaving, walking out on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
You be actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off at backstage, ended up at the hotel
Started off fucking now like oh well
You said that’s my pussy, said that’s your dick
You’ve been thinking ’bout cheating, creeping on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
Now you actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you
Can you tell me why?

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?