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2011 Billboard Top 10 Rap Songs and Lyrics 1. look at me now by Featuring & 2. i'm on one by DJ Khaled Featuring , & Lil Wayne 3. by Featuring Roscoe Dash & 4. by Featuring Drake 5. my last by Featuring Chris Brown 6. all of the lights by 7. by Lil Wayne Featuring 8. give me everything by Pitbull Featuring Ne-, Afrojack & Nayer 9. super bass ny Nicki Minaj 10. aston martin music by Rick Ross 'Cause I'm killing every nigga that come try to be on my shit #1 2011 Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get CHRIS BROWN LYRICS her "Look At Me Now" And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick (feat. Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes) Oops I said on my dick [Intro: Chris Brown] I ain't really mean to say on my dick I don't see how you can hate from outside of But since we talking about my dick the club All of you haters say hi to it You can't even get in I'm done Hahaha, leggo [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Hell Breezy Yellow model chick Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling Yellow bottle sipping When you're doing that thing over there homie Yellow Lamborghini Ahahahah Yellow top missing Let's go! Yeah, yeah 'Cause I'm feeling like I'm running That shit look like a toupee And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, I get what you get in 10 years, in two days get away Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop If you get what I get, what would you say? 'Cause you know I gotta win everyday, day She wax it all off, Mr.Miyagi Go! And them suicide doors, Hari Kari See they really really wanna pop me Just know that you will never flop me [Chorus: Chris Brown] And I know that I can be a little cocky Look at me now, look at me now Ohhh Oh, I'm getting paper You ain't never gonna stop me Look at me now Every time I come a nigga gotta set it, then I Oh, look at me now gotta go, and then I gotta get it Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta shut out any little thing that nigga think that he be doing [Verse 2: Chris Brown] 'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna Lil nigga bigger than gorilla dadadada Then I'm gonna murder every thing and Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a badaboom a badabing an elevator I gotta do a lot of things, to make it clearer to a You niggas ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter couple niggas Marley said, "Shoot 'em", and I said, "Okay" That I always win and then I gotta get it again, If you on that bullshit then I'm like olay and again, and then again [breath] I don't care what you say, so don't even speak And I be doing it to death and now I move a Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil little foul That's word to my flag, and my flag red A nigga better call a ref, and everybody knows I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind, my style from the bottom I climb And niggas know that I'm the the best when it You ain't hotter than mine, nope, not on my come to doing this time and I'm not even trying And I be banging on my chest, and I bang in the What's poppin' Slime? Nothin' five, and if they east, and I'm banging in the west trippin' fuck 'em five And I come to give you more and I will never I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these give you less niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie You will hear it in the street or you can read it in Ciroc and sprite on a private flight, the press Bitch I've been tight since "Guiding light", Do you really wanna know what's next? Let's go And my pockets right, and my diamonds white See the way we on it and we all up in the race And my momma's nice and my daddy's dead and you know You faggots scared 'cause I'm too wild, been We gotta go, now try to keep up with the pace here for a while And we struggle and I hustle and I set it and I I was like fuck trial I puts it down get it I'm so Young Money, if you got eyes look at me And we always gotta do it take it to another now, bitch place Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it [Chorus: Chris Brown] And I gotta cut all through this traffic Look at me now, look at me now Just to be at the top of the throne Oh, I'm getting paper Better know I gotta have it, have it Look at me now Oh, look at me now [Chorus: Chris Brown] Yeah, I'm fresher than a motherfucker Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm getting paper [Outro: Chris Brown] Look at me now Okay, okay Oh, look at me now Is that right? Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker I'm fresher than a motherfucker

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] #2 2011 Man fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y'all doin'? DJ KHALED LYRICS I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance, I go stupid, I go "I'm On One" dumb like the 3 stooges (feat. Drake, Rick Ross & Lil Wayne) I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit, no I'm pollution, (Get em up) no substitution I’m on one Got a bitch that play in movies in my Jacuzzi, (Get em up) pussy juicy I’m on one I never gave a fuck about a hater, on (Get em up) my radar I said I’m on one It’s burning my chest [Drake] I bury the most cash and burning the rest I’m getting so throwed Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air I ain't went this hard since I was 18 Do ones beneath me recognize the red bottoms Apologize if I say, anything I don’t mean I wear Like whats up with your best friend? Burner in the belt We could all have some fun, believe me Move the kids to the hills (BOSS) And whats up with these new niggas? Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill And why they think it all comes so easy Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great But get it while you here boy Even though I out on bond I might be facin’ 8's Cause hype don’t feel the same next Still running with the same niggas til the death year boy of me Yeah and I’ll be right here in my spot with a Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully little more cash than I already got Ever made love to the woman of your dreams Tripping off you cause you had your shot In a room full of money out in London and she With my skin tanned and my hair long screams And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 Baby, I could take it there back to work but we still smell like a vacation Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling (Khaled) like the throne is for the taking And it’s double M G until I get the chair Watch me take it! [Drake - Chorus] [Drake - Chorus] All I care about is money and the city that I’m [Lil Wayne] from I walk around the club, fuck everybody I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat And I don’t really give a fuck, and my excuse is Riley that I’m young Yeah, too much money, ain't enough money And I’m only getting older so somebody You know the feds listening, nigga what money? should've told ya I’m a made nigga I should dust something I’m on one You niggas on the bench Yeah, fuck it, I’m on one Like the bus coming Yeah, I said I’m on one Huh, ain't nothing sweet but the swishas Fuck it, I’m on one I’m focused might as well say cheese for the pictures Two white cups and I got that drink Oh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant Could be purple, it could be You a sell out, but I ain't buying Depending on how you mix that shit dissect a nigga like science Money that we got, never get that shit Put an end to the world like the Mayans This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov Cause I’m on one It’s a slim chance I fall, olive oil I said fuck it I’m on one Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the [Rick Ross] violence I’m burning purple flowers [Chorus] Imma sip mascato and you go loose dem pants And Imma throw dis money while you do it no Young mula baby, YMCMB hands Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty goooo All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move #3 2011 and I'll proceed to throw this cash WAKA FLOCKA FLAME LYRICS "No Hands" [Wale] (feat. Roscoe Dash, Wale) She said look ma no hands, she said look ma no [Chorus] hands Girl the way you movin' got me in a trance And no darlin' I don't and I'm wit Roscoe Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on) I'm with Waka Imma sip mascato and you gon' loose them I think I deserve a chance Imma bad motha pants fucka go and ask them mothafuckas And Imma throw this money while you do it A young handsome mothafucka I slang that with no hands wood I just nunchuck'em Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty And who you with and what's your name are go you not hip boo I'm wale All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move And that DC shit I rap all day, and my eyes red and I'll proceed to throw this cash cause of all that haze Don't blow my high let me shine drumma on da [Waka] beat let me take my time All that ass in those jeans can wale beat Nigga want beef we can take it outside, fuckin Can Roscoe speak what broad these hoes ain't mine Long hair she don't care Is you out yo mind, you out yo league, I sweat When she walks, gets stares no bitches that sweat out weaves Brown skin or a yellow bone Wear out tracks let me do my thing, I got DJ this my favorite sixteen for this roscoe thing So Imma make it thunderstorm But im almost done let me get back to it Blood want it flacka yea throw it fuck it I dont Hold lot of loud and a lil back wood, whole lotta care money big tip by wood Glasses flying everywhere tap my partna Roscoe I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!! like bruh I'm drunk as hell Can't you tell, goose we been spent fifty stacks [Chorus] so fuck it Girl the way you movin' got me in a trance Well I'm tryna hit the hotel with two girls that Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (come on) swallow dick Imma sip mascato and you go loose them pants Take this dick and swallow bay mascato got her And Imma throw this money while you do it no freaky hands Hey you got me in a trance, please take off your Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty pants go Pussy pop on a handstand you got me sweating All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move please pass me a fan DAMN!! and I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Chorus] [Roscoe] Girl the way you movin got me in a trance R-o-s-c-o-e mr.shawty put it on me Dj turn me up ladies dis yo jam "come on" I be going ham shorty upgrade from bologna Them niggas tippin good girl but I can make it That I will retire with the ring flood And I will retire with the crown, yes 'Cause I walk around with pockets that are No, I'm not lucky, I'm blessed, yes bigger than my bus Clap for the heavy weight champ, me Rain rain go away that's what all my haters say But I couldn't do it all alone, we My pockets stuck on overload my rain never Young money raised me, grew up out in Baisley evaporates South side , Queens and it's crazy No need to elaborate most of these ducks Cause I'm still hood, Hollywood couldn't change exaggerate me But Imma get money nigga every day stuntin, Shout out to my haters, nigga ducks might get a chance after me Sorry that you couldn't phase me It's a baller like I'm commin' off a free throw, Ain't being cocky, we just vindicated shook yo head in the game no cheat codes Best believe that what we done this moment Lambo roscoe no street code 'cause yo booty go Will be syndicated, I don't know me lost like nemo, go go go g-gone and do yo This night just remind me of dance Everything they deprived me of And imma throw this money while you do it wit Put your drinks up no hands GO!!! It's a celebration every time we link up We done did everything they could think of [Chorus] Greatness is what we on the brink of Girl the way you movin' got me in a trance Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on) I wish that I could have this moment Imma sip mascato and you gon' loose them For life, for life, for life pants Cause in this moment I just feel so And Imma throw this money while you do it no Alive, alive, alive hands Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty I wish that I could have this moment go For life, for life, for life All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move This is my moment I just feel so and I'll proceed to throw this cash Alive, alive, alive

[Drake:] #4 2011 When I tell them hoes bow, bow, bow to me NICKI MINAJ LYRICS Drop down to your knees "Moment 4 Life" Young Money, the mafia, that's word to lil cease (feat. Drake) I'm in a Dominican, Big Papi Ortiz [Nicki Minaj] Doing Target Practice I fly with the stars in the skies All these Bitches just aiming to please I am no longer trying to survive Shout out to the C.E.O., 500 degrees I believe that life is a prize Shout out to the O.V.O. Red wings and Fatiques But to live doesn't mean you're alive ahhh Don't worry 'bout me and who I Niggas wanna be friends, I get what I desire, it's my empire How coincidental, this was supposed to be ya'll And yes I call the shots, I am the umpire year? I sprinkle holy water upon the vampire We ain't get the memo In this very moment I'm king A young king, pay me in gold In this very moment I slay Goliath with the sling Forty got a bunch of weed, he ain't even rolled In this very moment I bring, put it on everything These niggas be dropping songs They ain't even cold Weezy on top and that nigga ain't even home...Yet yeah, be very afraid These other rappers getting bodied and carried away Fuck it, me and Nicki nick gettin married today #5 2011 And all the bitches that be hating BIG SEAN LYRICS can catch the bouquet "My Last" Ooh, yeah, you a star in my eyes (feat. Chris Brown) You and all them white girls, party of five [Chris Brown:] Are we drinking a little more, I could hardly Hands up in the air decide I just want the I can't believe we really made it I just want the baddest bitch in the world I'm partly surprised Right here on my lap I swear, damn, this one for the books Man, I swear this shit as fun as it looks, man And I'm a hit this drink up like it's my last I'm really trying to make it more than what it is I'm a, I'm a hit this night up like it's my last Cause everybody dies but not everybody lives I'm a, I'm a hit that ass up, like it's my last I swear I'm a, swear I'm a do it like [Nicki Minaj:] Like I, like I never had it at all all all all, all all all I wish that I could have this moment all For life, for life, for life Like I, like I never had it at all all all all, all all all Cause in this moment I just feel so all Alive, alive, alive [Verse 1: Big Sean] I wish that I could have this moment Ok, now where that alcohol For life, for life, for life You ain't even got to ask This is my moment I just feel so Cause I'm a drink it all like, like it's my last Alive, alive, alive She a 7 in the face, but a 10 in the ass She even look better by the end of my glass This is my moment See I just walked in fresher than the shirts off in I waited all my this muthafucka Life, I can tell it's time I'm a, I'm a need a baddest broad to twirk off in Drifting away, I'm this muthafucka One with the sunsets I'm a go hard till it hurts off in this muthafucka I have become alive I'm a ball so you gotta work off in this muthafucka I wish that I could have this moment The work, and I can get you anything you want For life, for life, for life I could, I could, I could, I could put you on Cause in this moment I just feel so See you look like Beyonce so do it like Beyon... Alive, alive, alive Do it, do it like Beyonce and put it on Sean Grind hard but got a lot to show for it I wish that I could have this moment Always had drive like I had to chauffeur it For life, for life, for life My team's so true we should get a camera crew This is my moment I just feel so To follow us around and make a show for us Alive, alive, alive [Hook: Chris Brown] And I'm a hit this drink up like it's my last [Hook: Chris Brown] I'm a, I'm a hit this night up like it's my last I'm a hit this drink up like it's my last I'm a, I'm a hit that ass up, like it's my last I'm a, I'm a hit this night up like it's my last I swear I'm a, swear I'm a do it like I'm a, I'm a hit that ass up, like it's my last Like I, like I never had it at all all all all, all all all I swear I'm a, swear I'm a do it like all Like I, like I never had it at all all all all, all all all Like I, like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all all Like I, like I never had it at all all all all, all all all All, all, all, all, all all all all all Like I, like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all [Bridge:] Big ass bottles, big ice buckets [Verse 2: Big Sean] I work too hard to be ballin' on a budget Now, I'm a fill this glass up like it's my last Me and my people do it big out in public I'm a, I'm a blow dis bag up like it's my last Cause if you don't do it big I'm a, I'm a spend this cash up like it's my last Bitch you ain't doing nothing And I'm a make it last, like it's my last And I'm gone, can't remember where I am [Hook: Chris Brown] But she forget about her man when they tell And I'm a hit this drink up like it's my last her who I am I'm a, I'm a hit this night up like it's my last And they introduce my fan I'm a, I'm a hit that ass up, like it's my last Now she all up in space I swear I'm a, swear I'm a do it like All, all up in my face like "you remember who I Like I, like I never had it at all all all all, all all all am" all Since I signed to Kan', I'm Louie Vuitton shine Like I, like I never had it at all all all all, all all all Up in Benny Han Han eating all the Wonton all Rozay rose over a little Chandon All, all, all, all, all all all all Put her hands down my pants now she rocking Like I, like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all Man I just ended up on everybody guestlist I'm just doing better than what everyone projected #6 2011 I Knew that I'd be here so if you asked me how I KANYE WEST LYRICS feel "All Of The Lights ()" I'm a just tell you, it's everything that I expected (feat. Lil Wayne, Big Sean, Drake) Bitch! [Lil Wayne] Lights on, I see ya face [Chris Brown:] She eat me up, she got expensive taste Hands up in the air I see ya dreaming, but you still awake (One time for the West side, west side, let me Big slices, that's how you cut the cake see them) It's cold as hell, I show and tell Hands up in the air Weezy home, our nigga out of jail (Two times, two times if you love ) In this give or take World I got what it takes Hands up in the air Put you out your misery, Kathy Bates (And three times for the baddest chick in the I'm Young Money, I'm cash money World who got her) If we could buy time, I spend my last money Hands up in the air Now I'm spending time, you in a blind This little light of mine, I'ma let it shine Turn up the lights in here, baby (All of the lights) Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby Bright lights, night lights, head lights I need, want you to see Shh, no lights but the infra-red lights everything Yeah, long life, don't like to ask twice want you to see all of the lights You killin' me baby, this the past life [] [] Whoaa-oh-whoa Turn up the lights in here baby Whoaa-oh-whoa-oh extra bright, I want y'all to see this turn up the lights in here, baby [Elton John] you know what I need I tried to tell you but all I could say is ohhhh want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights [Drake] Bad decisions, good intentions [Big Sean] Man, I'm riding, Weezy with me Ready, set, now, go go, go go go til you can't go I just left out of the strip club no more Made 5 thousand look like 50 I'm ill times ill, dope plus dope I spend all my time in Houston smoke that Kush Westside bitch, quote, unquote but I don't do Whitney Woah there boy, don't go there hoe, I don't do Britney, don't do Lindsay If you cross that line I might overload I made 2 million since last Wednesday and I I swear these lights-lights-lights be talking to me hate y'all but I can't read Morse code Ya'll got too much free time Why every rapper name BIG got body huh? Sayin' I ain't dropped shit But every rapper named Sean got money, Everything'll be fine ooooooh Worrying 'bout your old girl, Well I guess my chances are fifty fifty Tryna see if she's mine But my vision is twenty twenty so I'll be nigga she's with me, when she tells you she counting a hundred hundreds needs some "me" time (All of the lights) Its our time so fuck y'all Oh, my Allah, Lordy Lordy Lordy I really bout to go Spring break now, start taking I took your chick now you want beef shots in this muthafucker and I'm just chuckling like a porky cause you And ya didn't really have all that ass, last spend all day with her spooning month, girl you got some shots in that I spend all night with her forking muthafucker That's a one way ticket to hell and they want Yeah, we got the Roc in this muthafucker and these bullets to book it for me you thought niggas was gonna pop in this Man, I'm shittin' on every statistic that said I'll muthafucker be dead or fucking broke Uh, Young Money, Power Respect in this bitch, This is History, your kids, kids, kids, kids gon you would think we got the Lox in this book report me but, what muthafucker And I think they wanna murder me I made mistakes, I made some bread, I even I'm shining hard cause bitch I'm at Emergency made a way for them to get ahead B-I, GOOD G, I dooo it, boi To my surprise, nobody replacing me Take Care and Carter IV, it wont be long 'til they [Rihanna] could see the lights And I'm on one, I got one Young Money running shit and you niggas just You a pussy nigga, I'm not one runner-ups So call it a night, call it a night I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on And , and y'all know that doing this shit I take the purple and pour that Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish All in a Sprite, all in a Sprite [Hook] [] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Getting mine, baby Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch gotta let these niggas know, yeah get it right, ay [Lil Wayne - Verse 2] you should go and get your own I'm going back in okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there [Outro] stranded I think you stand under me if you don't understand me #7 2011 had my heart broken by this woman named LIL' WAYNE LYRICS Tammy "6 Foot 7 Foot" but hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame (feat. Cory Gunz) Tammy [Hook] just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch I beat the beat up, call it self defense Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch swear man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequins [Lil Wayne - Verse 1] niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer talking to myself because I am my own swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia consultant Young Money militia, and I am the married to the money, fuck the world, that's commissioner adultery you don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for you full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo Finisher ass talk so misunderstood, but what's a World without young Money eating, all you haters do is add enigma? salt two bitches at the same time, synchronized stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt swimmers mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you off twist her real nigga all day and tomorrow never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed but these muthafuckas talking crazy like they her jaw broke life is the bitch, and death is her sister glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture try me and run into a wall, outfielder you know father time, we all know mother You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field nature lights it's all in the family, but I am of no relation the fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still no matter who's buying, I'm a celebration ripe black and white diamonds, fuck segregation bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just if these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink Honey Nut soon tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign cooler language to y'all Wayne, these niggas out they mind and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on I done told these fuck niggas, so many times but most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the that I keep these bucks steady on my mind flash is on tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love? of it keep throwing my sign in the middle Young Money, Cash Money hit 'em up, piece on my side, 'cause ain't no paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right peace on my side, bitch behind ya" I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna Tune told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral people say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda outside woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya find her heard? you niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant Gunna I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate #8 2011 yeah, with a swag you would kill for PITBULL LYRICS money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder "Give Me Everything" jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well (feat. Ne-Yo, Afrojack, Nayer) tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell [Pitbull - Intro] Me not working hard? [Cory Gunz] Yeah, right! Picture that with a Kodak Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean Or, better yet, go to Times Square don't wanna see what that drama mean, get Take a picture of me with a Kodak some Dramamine Took my life from negative to positive llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen I just want y'all know that now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a And tonight, let's enjoy life fiend Pitbull, Nayer, Ne-Yo I played the side for you niggas that's tryna That's right front, and see son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of [Chorus:] me [Ne-Yo] pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Tonight I want all of you tonight Buddha Give me everything tonight disturb me, and you'll be all over the like For all we know we might not get tomorrow Luda Let's do it tonight bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like Cuba and I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right [Nayer] through ya Don't care what they say I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I pack like Or what games they play a mover Nothing is enough shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my 'Til I have your love shooter niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your [Ne-Yo] ruler Let's do it tonight Don't care what they say [Nayer] Or what games they play I want you tonight, Nothing is enough I want you to stay 'Til I have your love I want you tonight [Ne-Yo] [Ne-Yo] Let's do it tonight Grab somebody sexy, tell 'em hey Give me everything tonight [Nayer] Give me everything tonight I want you tonight, I want you to stay Give me everything tonight I want you tonight Give me everything tonight [Ne-Yo] [Verse 1: Pitbull] Grab somebody sexy, tell 'em hey Take advantage of tonight Give me everything tonight Cause tomorrow I'm off to to perform for Give me everything tonight a princess Give me everything tonight But tonight, I can make you my queen Give me everything tonight And make love to you endless This is insane: the way the name growin' [Verse 2: Pitbull] Money keep flowin' Reach for the stars Hustlers move aside And if you don't grab 'em, So, I'm tiptoein', to keep flowin' At least you'll fall on top of the world I got it locked up like Lindsay Lohan Think about it Cuz if you slip, Put it on my life, baby, I'm gon' fall on top yo girl (hahaa) I make you feel right, baby What I'm involved with Can't promise tomorrow Is deeper than the masons But, I promise tonight Baby, baby, and it ain't no secret Darling My family's from Cuba But I'm an American Idol [Pre-Chorus: Pitbull] Get money like Seacrest Excuse me (Excuse Me) And I might drink a little more than I should Put it on my life, baby tonight I make you feel right, baby And I might take you home with me, if I could Can't promise tomorrow tonight But, I promise tonight And, baby, Ima make you feel so good, tonight Darling Cause we might not get tomorrow [Pre-Chorus: Pitbull] [Chorus:] Excuse me (Excuse Me) [Ne-Yo] And I might drink a little more than I should Tonight I want all of you tonight tonight Give me everything tonight And I might take you home with me if I could For all we know we might not get tomorrow tonight Let's do it tonight And baby imma make you feel so good tonight Cause we might not get tomorrow [Nayer] [Chorus:] He and he got the right kind of bill [Ne-Yo] He cold, he dope, he might sell coke Tonight I want all of you tonight He always in the air, but he never fly coach Give me everything tonight He a motherfucking trip, trip, sailor of the ship, For all we know, we might not get tomorrow ship Let's do it tonight When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip [Nayer] That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for Don't care what they say And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin' hoe Or what games they play Nothing is enough I said, excuse me, you're a hell of a guy 'Til I have your love I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie [Ne-Yo] You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on Let's do it tonight his eye, oh Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him [Nayer] who the F I is I want you tonight, I want you to stay I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back I want you tonight coupes up, and chuck the deuce up

[Ne-Yo] [Chorus: & Nicki Minaj] Grab somebody sexy, tell 'em hey Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away Give me everything tonight Beating like a drum and it's coming your way Give me everything tonight Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, Give me everything tonight boom, badoom, boom, bass Give me everything tonight Yeah that's the super bass Got that super bass boom, badoom, boom, [Outro: Pitbull] boom, badoom, boom, bass Excuse me (Excuse Me) Yeah that's the super bass And I might drink a little more than I should (Boom) [x15] tonight You got that boom, badoom, boom, boom, And I might take you home with me if I could badoom, boom, he got that super bass tonight Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, And baby imma make you feel so good tonight he got that super bass Cause we might not get tomorrow [Verse 2:] #9 2011 This one is for the boys in the polos NICKI MINAJ LYRICS Entrepreneur niggas & the moguls "Super Bass" He could ball with the crew, he could solo (feat. Ester Dean) But I think I like him better when he dolo [Verse 1:] And I think I like him better with the fitted cap This one is for the boys with the booming on system He ain't even gotta try to put the mac on Top down, AC with the cooling system He just gotta give me that look, when he give When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up me that look Got stacks on deck like he savin' up Then the panties comin' off, off, uh Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy you know I And he ill, he real, he might got a deal really got a thing for American guys I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes I can tell that you're Put this music shit aside get it in on the road in touch with your feminine side, oh A lot of quiet time pink bottles of rose Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him Exotic red bottoms so body glittered in gold who the F I is Following fundamentals and following in a I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back rental coupes up, and chuck the deuce up I love a nasty girl that swallows whats on the menu [Chorus: Ester Dean & Nicki Minaj] My money triples up when you get it out of state [Hook:] I need a new safe cause I'm running out of See I need you in my life for me to stay space No, no, no, no, no I know you'll stay Elory Jetson I'm somewhere out of space No, no, no, no, no don't go away In my two seater she's the one that I would take Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away Don't you hear that heartbeat comin' your way [Chorus - Chrisette Michelle] Oh it be like, boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass [Hook - Drake] Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Pull up on the block in the drop top chicken box [Chorus: Ester Dean & Nicki Minaj] Mr. KFC bps is in the watch Living fast where its all about the money bags Never front you take there and never come #10 2011 back RICK ROSS LYRICS Top down right here is where she wanna be "Aston Martin Music" As my goals unfold right in front of me (feat. Drake, ) Every time we fuck her soul takes a hold of me [Chorus - Chrisette Michelle:] I dig it like pokey the pussy be controlling me Vibing to the music this is how we do it all night That thang keep calling (all night) Fuck maintain boy I gotta keep BALLIN Breezing down the freeway just me and my Pink bottles keep coming baby, in our ride James bond coupe pop clutch 100 Just me and my boss no worries at all Listening to the Aston Martin Music Music [Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]

[Hook - Drake:] [Hook - Drake] Would have came back for you I just needed time to do what I had to do [Drake ] Caught in the life I cant let it go Whether that's right I will never know I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta But here goes nothing. Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches, what's up witcha? [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I hate callin' the women bitches, but the bitches When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare love it at the walls I took some sense and made a nickel of it Automatic weapons on the floor but who can I'm urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers you call? With those lips that all that lipstick covers My dime bitch one that live by the code You're never too grown up to miss and hug her And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' Aston Martin Music Music (Aston Martin Music, rubbers Music) I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers All night (All night) This ain't the life that I'm used to [Hook - Drake] Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me And fear that I won't remember, I wish you could still accept me for me I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd In one nigga, amazing shit

I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit I don't drink every bottle I own, I be agin' shit And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin' shit Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains? The seats for these Heat games? I really think you stare at yourself and you see things La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck wit Fuck is up?

Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices 23 and goin' through a midlife crisis But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife And no, I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest, I just live like it Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach To be far from hood, but to understand the streets I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment And, baby, I'll never forget none of that Girl, I told you I was coming back