DJ Khaled – Whatever Lyrics

Whatever by DJ Khaled
Album : Grateful
Released : 2017

[Future & DJ Khaled]
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
DJ Khaled!

[Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin’, I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

[Young Thug]
(Geek!)
Pay up like I’ve been runnin’ it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young nigga, ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
Up, designer fit, ain’t nothing to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, “Mello Yello”
Catch up
Bring me up like your pop-pop
Whatever you need to
I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe
Keep up!
That V-12 ’bout to heat up
Grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt
The color of my boxers, yeah I’m Tommy’d up
Got the Tommy tucked, ayy
I toss that shit up like a spray
Watch it spill on the clothes
I soak that shit up
When they told me, “Don’t matter, boss won”
I suspended these bitches
And I subpoenaed these niggas
See who was real
I supported my bank account
And I wouldn’t tell you the account
‘Less I need to put some of this money on your head

[Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin’, I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

[Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
DIamonds all on my fingers
Misses still miscellaneous
Left the ski-mask in the ‘Rari
Residencies out in Vegas
Smoking like Calvin Broadus
Blueberry with the big homie
“Idols Become Rivals”
Down to die for my survival
Fell in love with the money
She at the spot every Sunday
Loyalty’s what I lust
How I measure my woman
Minimize my mistakes
Love every tat on my face
DJ Khaled, my blood
Got several M’s in my safe

[Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin’, I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

[2 Chainz]
2 Chainz
Watch me break down bales
Residue on scales
Yeah, I had the girls sick
Man-I-Cure like nails
Competition might fail
Repetition might sell
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes
Dirty bitches, oh well
Foreign whip rider
Lobster on my rider
You can get the platter
I put my money up, uh
You gon’ need a ladder
Work know acrobatics
Work know calisthenics
My dick be acting stingy
My check be acting boujee
My car got all the groupies
I bought a new Rolex
Now my old Rolex tryna sue me
Fashion on exotic
Pistol on regardless
Bitches look like Barbie
Ricky Bobby on my trolly

[Future]
Tryna set a bando on fire
I’m just tryna get you so higher
Money coming in, we get flyer
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger

[Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin’, I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

● DJ Khaled – Grateful (Album 2017)
01. (Intro) I’m so Grateful (Feat. Sizzla)
02. Shining (Feat. Beyoncé & JAY Z)
03. To the Max (Feat. Drake)
04. Wild Thoughts (Feat. Rihanna & Bryson Tiller)
05. I’m the One (Feat. Justin Bieber, Quavo, Chance The Rapper & Lil Wayne)
06. On Everything (Feat. Travis Scott, Rick Ross & Big Sean)
07. It’s Secured (Feat. Nas & Travis Scott)
08. Interlude (Hallelujah) (Feat. Betty Wright)
09. Nobody (Feat. Alicia Keys & Nicki Minaj)
10. I Love You So Much (Feat. Chance The Rapper)
11. Don’t Quit (Feat. Travis Scott & Jeremih)
12. I Can’t Even Lie (Feat. Future & Nicki Minaj)
13. Down for Life (Feat. PARTYNEXTDOOR, Future, Travis Scott, Rick Ross & Kodak Black)
14. Major Bag Alert (Feat. Migos)
15. Good Man (Feat. Pusha T & Jadakiss)
16. Billy Ocean (Feat. Fat Joe & Raekwon)
17. Pull a Caper (Feat. Kodak Black, Gucci Mane & Rick Ross)
18. That Range Rover Came With Steps (Feat. Future & Yo Gotti)
19. Iced Out My Arms (Feat. Future, Migos, 21 Savage & T.I)
20. Whatever (Feat. Future, Young Thug, Rick Ross & 2 Chainz)
21. Interlude
22. Unchanging Love
23. Asahd Talk (Thank You Asahd)

○ Listen to “DJ Khaled” Songs

● “Born N’ Raised ”

[ Quotable ]
Everywhere that I go I let ’em know “Hey’ I’m from the county of Dade”
Ol school chevy heaven, ol school niggas preachin
Young niggas wylin, getting rich off keys and violence
Trick – he’s the mayor, Luke – he’s the king
I’m Mr.305 put that on a triple beam
I bet it weigh out more than a boatload of keys
Holla at them Haitians, let ’em know this lick’s on me, welcome to Dade

● “Work For It”

[ Quotable ]
And more major keys than a locksmith
I could teach you niggas how to rock this
My bed was a pallet on the carpet
My ride was a bus named MARTA
Pillow full of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I’m allergic to a Charger
Nothing but foreign cars in my garage

● ” Brown Paper Bag”

[ Quotable ]
Stackin’ numbers at alarmin’ rates
White house, still move brick of ron in a day
I’m that Bin Laden boy, I’ll bomb ya state
I ain’t come to stay, I got a postbar and a date
Two leaving in a bag, ain’t one to brag
You don’t know the feelin’ when the villain peelin’ in a Jag

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