Prod by Level 
Written by Mariko 
Mixed vocals by Mariko
Artwork by Saint Aja

BIG TIPPER

Beat originally produced Jonathan Da Silva 

Written by Mariko 

Engineered by Mariko

Bambi’03

Produced by Rxkz

Written and engineered by Mariko

Awww man did I really go off 
Did I really bust them shots 
Cuz I ain’t aiming at all 
I was on the center stage
While these bitches was pinching tents 
When they hear about the tape 
they gone be pitching a fit 


I’m such a maniac 
Kinda a brainiac
Why They hatin that  
Cuz I be stating facts 
This My Roman reloaded
So Get the chicken wing  
fuck ass bitches 
Heads off
Go get the guillotine 

I’m the topic
metropolis
Minneapolis
the project kids 
Still rocking this 
Popppin and pop Lockin this 

Anything I do you know that they gone  jocking it 
I don’t need a push 
I ain’t talking bout 
A pregnancy 
You was in my ass womb 
Shit you out 
excrement 
Hands on the headboard
Shaking like a Percocet

Chorus:
Old money 
Nun of these niggas get that money 
New honey yogi bears don’t want that smoke 
Is the flow yummy 
Or is it crumbling 
Under pressure 
All these niggas want that 
Drip drop
Time is on the tik tok 
Tell these bitches sit-stop
All these bitches pit stop 
Can’t stop 
Won’t stop 

Let me nurse em back  
Med floors 
Yeah where the AED
Cuz I got my degree
These niggas been my son 
tryna score 
 SAT

Are u Nicole kidding me? 
I got the black tents 
Karl largerfeld 
Money so ill 3k
That’s ok 
Now it’s bombs away 
Niggas mad bc I came to win 
here to stay 


(Back to chorus)

I need old money 
Old old go get that old money 
Yogi Bears really don’t want that smoke 
Suck a dick nigga 
choke nigha

Mari in Moscow

Produced enrgy beats 

Written and engineered by Mariko


I mention you
You up and down 
Clicking like a
 kitten heel 

Bitch I been the shit 
Billin Clint 
Hill couldn’t deal 

Yeah yeah yeah
What they say 
See the intensity 


Yeah yeah yeah
they couldn’t take 
That’s 
Why they dissing me


Got they Head over the hills
Bout some streams 
Where ya big bills 
Bitch I been Real 
Bitch I been eating 
wipe lips with the napkin 
Bitch I been cleaning 
Kill the roaches 
Get my zaps in
Had to level up 
Yeah I tapped in 
Me and my bitches 
Is Good Halle berry 
Baps in 

feet up they ass
Somebody call Angela 
Bitches waiting to exhale
ain’t got no stamina 

Hos is blind if they thinking 
They the best 
Of course I had to walk around 
With the “S” up on my chest 


I been 
wearing the game 
like a ribbed up cardigan 
Bitches talk face
Can I please see your 
card again 
Fuck I look like lol 
Word to musé
I don’t stress
Just blessed
Never blown a fuse

Chorus:

Grab ya glocks 
When ya hear Mari 
Fuck around u get shot got em 
Still won’t smoke 
Bitch keep puffin 
My real nighas in the cut yea yk they totin 


Bitches really don’t own no mother fucking miu miu 
See me in my Barbie race car 
 Going zoom zoom

I’m the one they looking for 
Like uma killed bill
Bitches needa s t f u 
And just really get real 

You a big deal
But I’m the real deal 
Bitch you a big dill
Van Holtons 
Got my dick up in ya mouth 
 can’t hold it 
Look at the veins 
Up on that ho’
The way it’s bulgin 


This that perc 30 flow 
I suggest that you let it heal
Go and see a therapist if 
this what it to get real 

(Chorus) 

Uh 

I’m such a ki right 
this that push to start though
They need the keys right
But ain’t get far no
Plan b right? 
Go ask ya mom ho 

How you wanna rap but you 
can’t even change a flow
running round these nighas 
Like my name is flo jo 

got the game in a 
 head lock 
 Check the resume 
These bitches
Got a crush on me 
The way 
they edging me 

A Bitch always looking mad 
but it’s just the edge in me

Everything I do purposely 
Yeah Fuck an aesthetic 
Thinking shit sweet 
Get poked 
Capillary 

Why these goofy ass niggas 
Always capping heavy 

Question exclamation  
Thats some punctuation 

These hos is over bearin 
I ain’t talking no samedi though
Where I’m from 
Nighas throwing 
sets for they city ho’


This that one in a million 
I see these nighas change 
Stripes like a chameleon
I’m the ether 
#shetherrrrrrr 
Got it running like clock work 
They shaking seizure 
We don’t do the sneak disses 
We don’t do tales(tail)
Bitches want the aux(ox)but 
They only read Brail

I mean da money mari 
The black Madonna
The hex b 
That’s sexy 
Yes I write the checks b
Why they wanna test me 
Only wanna vex me 

I got my gunny 
I got money 
I mean I got

PERC30

Produced by lonelysuperstar 

Written and engineered by Mariko

 Chorus:

Bust open 
For a ho pin 
Got these nighas mad 
They hulk hogan 

Finna show my ass
Finna make some cash 

Got em watchin me 
I got em open 

pop one I
Pop pop Gunner
Hit the click n blast on these nighas they get done up


(Uh)
This not that regular regular
This that pristine 
spend it at the back of mall
Now I got em shitting 

That pussy got no mileage 
On it 
Bonita apple bum on 
these nighas 
This that shaheed Muhammad 
I got that coming coming 
Over better Roger that 
I shoot a shot at these nighas
Yeah this that click and blast 
Heard you was on yo ass
I got the hall pass 
Assam alaikum 
To That nigga 
gotta dash 

(Chorus)


Look at my fit 
Bum bitches making me 
Sick 
Finna mortal kombat
Niggas
Better watch out 
When you see me
Ball my fist 

I’m the holy grail 
Yes I’m the chalice 
And I’m sitting pretty 
I’m my fucking palace 

I can’t help it 
Imma groovy bitch 
I Got them throwing ass 
In clubs
This a grooovy mix 
Can you get me my bottle 
of Hennessy 
And after that 
Gimme shots of the rosé

(Chorus)

HAchi #sexxyplug

Produced mazemdevol 

Written and engineered by Mariko

I’m such a masochist 
The way I let the Patek drip 
I see them hammering 
These really bitches 
Need some validation 
Look at the statuses 
ain’t bulging 
Ain’t no hesitation 

I told u bitches stop 
Making all them kiddy bops 
I do diddy bop on bitches 
No clear navigation 

I got these hos 
Throwing pussy
 it’s a celebration 

Everyday my birthday 
P-rap gone and 
bless the nation 


Chorus: 

Might catch a charge 
If u testing me 
Commit a homy 
Can u pls stop persuing Me 
I let the body hit the floor 
This is a felony 
I know them niggas 
Running work in the bayou 
You taking shit 
I might let them 
gone and
Buy you 



We burn the finger prints 
They can’t come in and find u 
Got em eating out my pussy 
Like a midnight snack 
Everytime we hit the bed 
It’s a midnight fest
I be feeling like vampira
Got midnight freak on 

Two ass cheeks out the thong 
That’s a Bing Bong 

Said the way the pussy growl 
Is the theme song 

Got my legs up 
In the air 
We thumping 
Ding dong

I’m that one of kind 
I’m that one of a mind 
I’m so god intertwined 
Got em pressing rewind
All my 
Songs really jams 
And my songs really slam
This that 
Yes Sam I am
This that 
Green eggs
That ham

(Chorus)

Got my foot on they necks 
Every line 
I never cap
All these bitches is busuda 
Wear like a SnapBack 
See u screenshotting pics 

Don’t make me go snap snap 
See u talk all that shit  
don’t make me snap that 

(Chorus)

BUYoU

Rendition of “iLL” by Mariko. Mixed by Dj Softfatha including interpolation from Zayminati

iLL(softfatha remix) w/ Nutek interpolation

Sxylk, Mariko - GOD S3ND Remix

Lyrics——————————-<3

Bitch I’m into 
Money 
Hard white 
Get it back bitch 
Sniff it like that cocoa 
Bust the top up off
Ya cocoa 
Chop bitches
then drink the 
Blood 
Just like a 
mimosa

The flow 
Stupid
Stupendous 
Uh 
She wanna 
Come get it 
Na 
Laughing at u bitches 
Bwahhh

I’m killing niggas  
lynched bodies
Up 
In the tub man 
Jeffrey 
Bent wrists 
All these faggots 
In the 
Tub man 
Harriet 
U fem 
Like fishy 
Gone 
Hit the tub man 
Underground 
Ain’t where u belong 
Gone
Get ya 
Grub man 

Chorus:
I’m livin 
La vida loca 
I told u bitches 
I’m gonna 
Put the leather 
With the tabi 
Miziyaki 
The poster 
She gonna 
Talking shit 
I might gun ha 
Put my wrist 
With my gun up



I make these bitch 
Niggas tuck tails 
Like them girls in the alley
Treat these bitches 
Like some bums 
They belong in an alley 
Trish 
Like Austin and alley 
I teach u bitches I’m 
Savvy 
Split ya wig
Like I’m sally 
Supply the 
Heat 
I’m so silly 
Zooted off 
In the Bentley 


Moon boots 
walking 
Silly 
On my island 
Like gilly 
Lizbeth 
I’m so fucking
 giddy
Ion know 
Man fuck is on 
Ya brisket 
I’m in that big boy 
Happy meal 
With a biscuit 
I toy u bitches 
I’m Santa Claus 
it ain’t Christmas 

If ya man don’t 
Treat u right 
U should put me 
On ya wishlist 

And we can get 
It poppin 
New years 
Black eye 
Peas
Imma be counting 
The Benjamins like 
123 

Chorus:
I’m livin 
La vida loca 
I told u bitches 
I’m gonna 
Put the leather 
With the tabi 
Miziyaki 
The poster 
She gonna 
Talking shit 
I might gun ha 
Put my wrist 
With my gun up

Aye yo 
Opp
Bitch u silly 
Bullets 
Make u dance 
Like Philly 
Now u on yo 
momma shirt 
I’m hopping that 
The shit was worth 

Lit yo shit up 
like a dancehall 
Western 
Guns out
Pants fall 
 Yk niggas 
Green
Yellow 
Bitches 
That envy 
Paint that 
Bitch in red 
I can’t trust you 
You my mini-me 
Any bitch 
That wanna be 
Like me
Just know 
U can’t be me 

Imma 
MURDA 
Dem 
Raasclaat
Bruise ya likka 
ass clap 
Pussc 
Boi ya ass 
back 
Sim 
Simma 
Dem bitches 
like I’m frying 
Ona skillet nigga 

Haitian 
Bitch 
But know
Likkle 
Patois 
I’m on my 
foxy shit 

Imma murk this bitch 

Caesar salad 
Imma fuck 
Around 
Unearth 
This bitch 

Blow some
Shots right
Thru the head 
Then imma 
 earth 
This bitch 

imma 
Birth 
That bitch 
Then imma 
Hurt that bitch 

Got the cycle on rewind 
U ain’t learning shit

LA VIDA LOCA

Lyrics^_^

Chorus:
I can make 
a million 
On bitches 
Over the sun 
How I got this nigga 
Crazy 
He ready 
It’s spun 
Block 
Is hot so 
Now these bitches 
Trying cross they buns 
Block is out 
I season bitches 
Do the shit for fun 


(Chorus)(x2)

(MARIKO)
These Niggas mad 
This money 
Coming in 
If I blow this 
Bitch 
I blow this bitch 
Just for the F of N

I’m egg cleansing 
these bitches 
Sugar 
Flour 
Purin

Ball is in the court 
It’s not ur game 
So ur not in 

These bitches throw
Sublimals
But I am just noddin’

I rather make 
a buck 
Don’t fuck 
Hos’ ain’t in 
Top ten 

I blow this
Bitch 
to Africa  
Miss Katy
Call that pop quiz 

Banging 
On my chest 
I’m so gorilla 
Chief keef 
Locked in 
 
(Chorus)(x2)

(TREDADON)

It’s the muhfuckin prince, he get his money pushing yayo
Quick to smack a stupid, rapping, dud bitch, K.O
Heard y’all wanna party wit Da Don, pay expenses
push up in them benzes
With the Dior lenzes 
Expensiveness 

Always come in first place so tell these bitches that I won (one)
New bugatti faster than Shacarri, making all these bitches run
I’m tucking the gun
I told all u ditzy bitches on Fatha, u was my son
You bitches is dumb
Y’all duck riding bitches so hard that ya stomach on edge, need a TUM

I been up top, ain’t no bitch that’s up next tho
Bitches be stealing my flow like a klepto
Breeze up to Dallas to shoot at ha temple
These bitches washed, garbage, bimbos

Bitch don’t be pushing her pad, pencil
Bitch ain’t shit to her name but some rentals

Bitch I’m the President, also Lewinsky
Shit can get tricky
Big Drac, it get sticky
Beat a bitch face like its Fenty
Only coming for a bitch if I know that she sent me

I’m wit my nigga in Paris
Money like Paris 
I know u bitches embarassed 
U could never be heiress 
Mirror Mirror, come and tell these bitches I’m the fairest


(MARIKO)
Sista sista  
U Fairest 
Schiaparelli
And my 
Diamonds spaghetti
Ruby red 
Cluster clutching 
The berries 

Bitches my mini me’s
Doc X
Please pick a seat 
Bitches be mad 
Cuz they can’t push me out 
Bitches be mad
Put a douche in her 
Mouth 

When the nigga
comin
He just throw 
The fucking money 
This a strip club 
Anthem 
For them bitches
Who still feeling bummy 

Sugar 
Spice
And nice 
I won’t say 
Some shit 
I said 
Twice 

Who 
The fuck 
These bitches 
Kidding 
Bitches kittens 
Get off of my linen
Soda pop a bitch 
Into next year 
I’m so coke 
Ain’t no cola 
hit a bitch 
With the front 
of black Range Rover 

(Chorus)(x2)
 
Gun go *glahk glahk*
Pull the trigger 
Die! die!
I’m the fucking 
Ma-ma 
And Tre the 
Fucking Da-Da 

Bitch 
I flood
The earth 
With blood 
Yea I’m fire hot 
Manolo Blahniks
Giuseppe 
Stones 

Yes I am the best of them 
Bitches couldn’t rest in him 
Say ya’ prayer
Get ya hymns 
For lace up 
In these timbs 

Sore ga anata ga 
kusokēki o yaku hōhōdesu
(That’s how you 
bake a fucking cake)^_^

MILLION #confection Ft. TRE MILANO

Lyrics🎀

Chorus:
Opps is out
Got no beef with bitches 
who live in a drought 
Clocks is out 
I can spit a rhyme that leave 
A n**** spout 

They watching now 
Grab em by the eyes 
like they reading a book 
Holy Spirit reigning on these n*****
like i’m Virgin Mary 

Fye Fye 

Bleed a n****
Judas call that Bloody Mary 
precipitation
Let it rain on me
The money stay on me


(Chorus)
You can’t outdo the doer 
even if you was shitting in pots 
Bitches get to chit chattin’
and thinking they changing 
The plot

Switch rhymes like I’m Hannah 
This Montana 
I’m clearing you n*****
Dior on my body keep it hot 
Ain’t no fearing you n****

And I know when I’m on the beat 
I give em’ boners
The obsession be so real
They can’t leave me loners 
How the fuck they think I’m serious is what’s so curious 
Penny pinching bitches know they furious 
they hearing this 

I don’t give a fuck
I shake it up just like a nutri-bullet
I can give a fuck if any bitch 
Think they moving like fluid 
Sailor Senshi put feet on you bitches now you looking stupid
Imma kill these n***** like Hanni-
Banana
Slip into it
I jelly ya donut 
These bitches 
They some opportunist 
Tell them hos’ to head 
back to the board like 
they cartoonist 
Cause every time they look 
So Miserable 
Thinking they do it
Wether I’m the same bitch 
still the same bitch 
So congruent 

(Chorus)

I’m so abundant 
Bitch my money grow in bundles 
If they think it’s touch down then the shit is really fumble 
If I tell a nigga do it 
He gone do it 
I’m so humble 
All these bitches like some bees 
All they really do is bumble 

Yea Yea 

Once they hear this song I know 
These bitches wanna mumble 
If even we made you wouldn’t change you’d just crumble 
I can’t make a snake shed it’s skin 
I’m so eve flip the world pandora 
Bitches tugging on my sleeve 

Wrist on wet tee
Why these bitches envy 
Im so slick slick slick
Why they hatin’ on me

Holy Spirit

DRESS UP ft. Mattel

Lyrics<3

Chorus:
I keep that juicy
That Gucci 
That Louis 
Kewchi rightttt
I got that wham bam
That goddamn 
That keep ‘em 
Living right 
You see them hate
Meditating cuz they can’t 
Get it right 
Don’t give a fuck 
Bout no hater 
You see me living right

Outro chorus:
I keep that juicy
That Gucci 
That louis 
On me 
That kewchi 
Kewchi righttt


See I gotta 
Whole lotta money
In this 
On the block 
Where is hot 
Told em send me a kiss
You bitches is slump 
Partial focus on diss 
All dissing they doing 
Give my ass a kiss 
Strawberry 
Daiquiri
Strawberry bliss 
Punch the shit 
Out a bitch 
I ain’t bout 
Keurig 
Bitch I’m still ill
Ain’t a bitch that can cure it 

This that black ona bitch
Like the black on some skin 
See me get down 
Then they giddy up 
I was out running tracks 
Got my diddy up
Bunch of bitches 
Going hoarse 
Like gitty up

Talking bout copy you 
Bitch ain’t got altitude 
I knock the wind out 
That bitch 
Like confetti 
My bitches on Barbie 
You Betty spaghetti 
Roll my tongue 
Like a French kiss
When I’m on the beat 
Wanna milk me like 
Cows got em drinking that trumoo 
Leave a bitch bleeding 
Red
Period 
suwoo 

(Chorus)
(Outro chorus)


Hopped off the plane
Like I’m Nicki and Wayne 
Vintage comme de 
Croissant in my hand 
Ace of spades

They see how I’m doing it 
See how I’m pushing it 
Pushing this pen 
Pushing my yen 
Stay in Japan 
Astro boy 
For the win 

just copped me some 
Dollars 
Done copped me a scholar
You bitches you wanted it 
I and slaughtered it 
Talking that shit 
I’m still ribbon like cardigan 

You keep pressing that issue 
Get whipped like some shit 
Bitch you stand up
 Really think you the shit 
Til that ass feeling runny 
Like yea you done shit 
All up on my dick 
Like you bitches my kids 


I get so stupid 
Like bitch I get nasty 
Clap on the beat 
Like a bitch 
With fat ass meat 
You puffing that 
Gas if she thinking 
You passed me 
Bitches just wanna be 
Down like they brandy

(Chorus)
(Outro chorus)

KEWCHI

handstand ft. Malibu

Star Cry

Do it!

WHIPPED

Chorus:
I get a bag it’s on purpose
I pop a tag it’s on purpose 
Nigga mad you 
 know I’m worth it 
Y’all bitches on that bird shit 


They know imma billy 
I get stupid 
spit like goats nigga
Bitches steady hating 
I’m hopping outta the ghost nigga 
Cottage cheese guts
And that clunch budding 
it’s rose nigga
bitches is outta line 
It’s just time 
For them to play rows 
They know who this bitch
Is 
I’m the one they 
got they eyes on 
Dover street market 
I go home and put my ice on 

Ricardo tisi 
Milan
Balmain 
They can’t put 
they eyes on 
Left came
Back from the store 
Left the tag 
don’t need the price on 

Bitches been jelly 
I can see 
they on they donut 
Stank ass perfume
Bitches out her 
smelling like some okra 

Nigga blowing up my 
Phone wanna know 
bout my sex tape 
Niggas been blocked 
You ain’t getting back 
Ain’t no licks nigga 

(Chorus)


See all this that 
BRRRR
That freezer 
Tap that 
BRRRR

That ice cap 
Frappuccino
Double up on his C-notes 
Hazelnut so my vanilla swirl 
Said I came from 
another world 
Whole other fuckin 
Galaxy
Bitches wanna be like 
Me 
I done told the bitch 
Don’t try me 

You don’t wanna fuck around 
Slip up
And confuse shit 
Bitches say they do it 
But these bitches do not do shit 
Had to re-up 
Had to D up on the shit 
Know they getting mad
Put a cap in they ass Cupid 
I’m the one they praying to 
Like when they at pulpit 

Bitch I been the bomb 
On Fidel Castro 
Spit all these rhymes 
Make my weed burn faster

Red red number9 
Money Mari 
Dollar sign 

Badges and ribbons 
All on my other side
 Flowers and pendants 
All on my other side 

(Chorus)

Purpose!

*Brat*

r3T4rDEd!

RN!(Prod.FORTY4)

$$$(Prod.Wave)

Most imitated☪️ 🎀🐇🪬| @Bshojos

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