My Moment (feat. 2 Chainz, Meek Mill & Jeremih) | DJ Drama

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Drama drops his next single “My Moment” featuring 2 Chainz, Meek Mill and Jeremih.

Watch out for his next album Quality Street Music to drop in September.
Read the lyrics to follow along with the song

DJ Drama – My Moment Lyrics
Featuring: 2 Chainz, Jeremih & Meek Mill

[DJ Drama]
You see I been waiting
Waiting on that time
Feel me if you been waiting on yours
That moment…
Is close

[Hook: Jeremih]
Tired of living day to day like everything is alright
Just waiting on that moment
Waiting on my moment

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Old dude met mom it was on
Then he named me over a phone, prison term
Live and learn, sippin’ syrup with my vision blurred
Take this cup of reality, niggas finna err
When you start from the bottom you can see the top
So when you get to it, don’t let ’em see the spot
Next thing you know you lookin’ for a rent sign
Upper echelon, bitch we skip line
I remember reminiscing in the kitchen like
I wonder when the Braves gon’ win it
I wonder when the Falcons gon’ get here
Pyrex vison, made more than I ever made with DTP this year

[Hook: Jeremih]
Tired of livin’ day to day like everything is alright
Livin like theres one thing on my mind
Just waiting on that moment
Waiting on my moment
You say you got that “off” shit? Hell nah
Next time thats mine
Long as I stay hustling im gon’ shine
Just waiting on that moment
Waiting on my moment

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Just waiting on my moment
Bad hoes im shonin
Time came and I owned it
Just like Lebron James and start ballin
When I touch the block I cracked the block
When I pulled up in that muscle drop
With that roof off and my shoes off
On you bitch niggas, RuPaul
Real nigga in my hood, who everybody gon’ root for
Cause they see my come from that bottom
Where everybody get bodied
They told me get em, I got em
Now im here nigga like yeah nigga
Just Rolls Royce and Bugattis
And M4’s this year nigga
If I don’t grind, I don’t shine
If I don’t shine, then I don’t eat
Won’t eat, then ima starve
If ima starve, I pull heat
On all yall bitch ass niggas
All yall rich azz niggas
Cuz if I don’ make no money nigga
Im gon’ take yo money nigga

[Hook: Jeremih]
Repeat

[Verse 3: Jeremih]
Since life ain’t promised tomorrow
Live it up live it up live it up
Here before it come this far
Give it up give it up give it up
“I won’t” give it up give it up give up
Until I have it all, YEAH

[Hook: Jeremih]
Repeat

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Clique [Audio] | Kanye West, Jay-Z & Big Sean

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Clique | Kanye West, Jay-Z & Big Sean

Kanye West – Clique Lyrics
Featuring: Big Sean & Jay-Z

[Intro: James Fauntleroy]
What of the dollar you murdered for
Is that the one fighting for your soul
Or your brother’s the one that you’re running from
But if you got money, fuck it, because I want some

[Hook: Big Sean]
Ain’t nobody fucking with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t nobody fresher than my muthafuckin
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don’t do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the, they want the

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like I’m coming out the driveway
It’s grind day, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day
Yup, She trying get me that poo-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu Tang
I’m rolling with… fuck I’m saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr! I’m pulling up in that Bruce Wayne
But I’m the fucking villain, man, they kneeling when I walking in the building
Freaky women I be feeling from the bank accounts I’m filling
What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that’s killing everything that he see

[Hook: Big Sean]
Ain’t nobody fucking with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t nobody fresher than my muthafuckin
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don’t do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the, they want the

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Yeah I’m talking Ye’, yeah I’m talking Rih
Yeah I’m talking Bey, nigga I’m talking me
Yeah I’m talking bossy, I ain’t talking Kelis
Your money too short, you can’t be talking to me
Yeah I’m talking LeBron, we balling our family tree
G.O.O.D Music drug dealing cousin, ain’t nothing fuckin’ with we, me
Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a half a man ain’t nothin’ nobody can do with me
Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I’m the shit, at least that what my neck say
Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga down for like 12 years, ain’t hug his son since the second grade
He never told, who we gonna tell, we top of the totem pole
It’s the dream team, meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green it only means one thing
You ain’t fucking with my clique

[Hook: Big Sean]
Ain’t nobody fucking with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t nobody fresher than my muthafuckin
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don’t do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the, they want the

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Break records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival – the unamerican idols
What niggas did in Paris, got em’ hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I’m talking business, we talking CIA
I’m talking George Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know white people get money don’t spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ig’nant
I know Spike Lee gone kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs
Now I’m looking at a crib right next to where TC lives
That’s Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn’t really drunk he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew’s presence
Speedboat swerve, homie watch out for the waves
I’m way too black to burn from sun rays
So I just meditate at the home in Pompei
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Everytime I’m in Vegas they screaming like he’s Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real, got me feeling Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that’s Brazilian
Went through, deep depression when my momma passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is that
But I been talking to God for so long
And if you look at my life I guess he’s talking back
Fucking with my clique

[Hook]