Floyd Mayweather song by Young Thug from Primary Album Jeffery. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Trap, Rap, Atlanta Rap music. The Record company is Young Stoner Life, Atlantic Records & 300 Entertainment. Released on August 26, 2016.
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Floyd Mayweather Meaning
| [[Intro: Young Thug & Travis Scott] Ayy, ayy (Dun, dun, dun) This real talk type shit, I swear to God (Dun-un-un, dun, dun, dun) We just gon’ call this shit “Drip,” you know what I’m sayin’? Ayy [Verse 1: Young Thug & Travis Scott] Ayy, little bitch (Drip, Goose) You ridin’ niggas’ dick like a bitch (Drip, Billboard Hitmakers) Damn, little bitch (Yeah) You ridin’ niggas’ dick like a bitch (Yeah, Wheezy Beatz) I got six brand new foreigns on my wrist, ah (On my wrist) I got six Forgiatos on my fist, ayy (On my fist) I got fifty foreign hoes on my dick, ayy, uh (Yah-yah, yah-yah-yah-yah-yah) I’ma nut in all them hoes, let’s have some chicks (Ooh), ayy Nigga tried to hit a lick and missed (Blat) Tried to run then I caught him like a fish (Caught his ass), ayy I’ma catch his ass with the whole clip (Blat, blat) I’ma beat they ass up like Ron Artest (Wah), ayy Pussy nigga ran like a Miss (Hah) I got your bitch up underwater tryna kiss (Mwah, mwah), ayy I’ma gon’ and shit and take a piss (Mwah, mwah), ayy We done fucked her legs and fucked her face (Woo, woo), ayy [Verse 2: Gunna & Travis Scott] Cash out on that whip, I don’t want no rent (I don’t want no rent, yeah) VVSs hit off that G Star V-neck (Star V-neck, yeah-yeah) Chop, chop the top off that Stingray Corvette (Stingray Corvette, skrrt, yeah) Two bitches with me, they on molly, they on X (They on X, yeah) Took my foreign to the club, pulled in the VIP (Pulled in the VIP, yeah) Took some hoes to the hotel and made ’em strip (And made ’em strip, yeah) She sucked me loose I had to give that bitch a tip (Yeah, yeah-yeah) I had to give that bitch a tip (Yeah) Everybody smashed that ho, that bitch the rip (Yeah-yeah) , [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I’m sellin’ purple rain, R.I.P. to Prince (Prince) When I was behind the fence, they treated me like a prince (Woo) So much jewelry on, her pussy gettin’ tense (Burr, burr) 1017’s the ones you don’t wanna diss (Nope, nope) And you can never be like ‘Wop, you little snitch (You little snitch) You make me mad, I have a threesome with your bitch (Ooh) I’m from Custer East Atlanta, yeah, the 6 (Yeah, yeah, the 6) I make one brick turn to two, I know a trick (Skrrt, skrrt) The walking lick, my chopper is my walkin’ stick (Grra, grra) [Verse 4: Young Thug, Travis Scott & Gunna] Everybody got they passport ready to dip, uh Europe, UK, twenty-five thousand dollars on a trip (Yeah, yeah) I just, I just found out rats can use they lips (Yeah) I got, I got, I got me a thirty round clip (Pew-pew) I got one in the head, thirty-one rounds on my hip, ayy (Yeah, on my hip) Okay, Lil Dora said I was born with the skill, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My lawyer say it’s guaranteed when he appeal (He appeal) I got a bad bitch wit’ me, and yeah, she strip [Verse 5: Travis Scott] Shake it (Yeah), I tip (Yeah) I sip (Yeah, yeah), I dip (It’s lit) Rip, I drip (Yeah) I killed, I… All I eat is lean, la la, and pills (Oh my God) Put that, put that in my girl (Straight up) Makin’ porno videos and takin’ stills (Yeah) Turn that, turn that to a film (Drip) Yeah, anywhere we go (Yeah) I bring the snow I fill your nose (Straight up) Ether, howdy my mamacita (Yeah, yeah) Stay away Lucifer (It’s lit), she sexy in that all white beater (Yeah) Dynamite no whine up (Yeah) Have you fly from India, have you fly from China I won’t feel you honestly, strap up 49er Pew, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-ka-ka , [Verse 6: Gunna & Young Thug] I’m in Vegas spendin’ thousands on my chips (All on chips) I can’t love these bitches, fell in love the rip (Love the rip) I was, I was, I was doin’ this shit just for my peers I, I would put inside my blood, my sweat, my tears (Sweat and tears) Do this shit all on my own, don’t need no deal (Don’t need no deal) Di’-diamonds flawless ’round my neck, gave me a chill (Me a chill) Late, lately, I’ve been flyin’ on them Lears (On them Lears) Flyin’ ‘cross the world, these bitches killin’ me [Verse 7: Young Thug & Gunna] Ayy, flood her bank account with bands ’cause she feelin’ me (Feelin’ me) Nigga, cash on delivery (Delivery) If it’s a snake on my clothes then it’s double G I don’t like police hoes, ain’t no cuffin’ me All my diamonds dancin’ like they Bruce Lee (Wah) Check out my smile, I got some new teeth Pop a molly now I’m in the fuckin’ air Cloud nine, nigga smokin’ like the fuckin’ bear [Verse 8: Gunna] We at the Clearport, you niggas never there (Niggas never there) I wouldn’t even cap, lil’ bitch, this our year (This our year) I do it for my fam, twenty racks on gifts (Racks on Christmas) Bitch, we blowin’ gas, roll me up a spliff (Roll me up a spliff) Now, what you think a young nigga grindin’ for? (What you think I’m grindin’ for?) I sip it ’til I sleep, I might overdose (I might overdose) She made it out the hood and left that dope bowl (She left that dope bowl) Get them bricks from my mama, she got truckloads (Huh?) , [Verse 9: Young Thug & Gunna] Ayy, fuck you mean you get it from your mammy, ho? Yeah (Hahaha) Ayy, diamonds all on my chin, diamonds on my folk Piercin’ in my nose, diamond in my nose (In my nose) Giuseppe open toes, diamonds on my toes (Diamonds on my toes) I just got a family pack of Jimmy Choos, damn I just bought a chopper and I’m ready to use it, damn I got a lot of bitches comin’ by the twos I got a lot of bitches, bomin’ by the few (Few) [Verse 10: Gunna] Big di’-diamonds but we call ’em jewels (Call ’em jewels) All, all these racks, think I sell dog foods (I sell dog food) Drip, I spend thousand on my fuckin’ shoes (Three thousand on shoes) Pull up in this Ave, it cost the Christian Loubes (Yeah, yeah) Nigga, watch your mouth, we ain’t fuckin’ cool (Fuckin’ cool) YSL the mafia, that’s a fuckin’ fool (Fuckin’ fools) Take this shit out and shoot (Grra, grra, grra)] |
Common queries
- What is the name of the producer of the lyrics for Floyd Mayweather?
This lirics prodiucer by Goose, TM88, Billboard Hitmakers, Wheezy & Young Thug.
- What is the name of the person who wrote this song? Floyd Mayweather
Floyd Mayweather lyrics is written by Young Thug, Travis Scott, Gucci Mane, Gunna, Johnny Bravo, E-Dubb Da Monsta, Wheezy, TM88 & Goose
- Who is featured in the Floyd Mayweather?
The artist featured in the credits for Floyd Mayweather is Travis Scott, Gunna & Gucci Mane
- Who is the music Mixing Engineer
Floyd Mayweather song lyrics mixing Engineer by Alex Tumay
- Can you tell me who the recording engineer is for this music?
Floyd Mayweather lyrics recording Engineer is Kurt “KurtCurt” Lindsay
- Can you provide the name of the mastering engineer for the music?
Floyd Mayweather lyrics song mastering engineer is Joe LaPorta
