If U Love Me [Ft. $teph G.]

Grandtheft is an award winning Toronto DJ and producer whose eclectic, muscular approach to electronic music explodes from festival stages and movie trailers alike. After years of remixes and collaborations with some of the biggest names in music (Calvin Harris, Diplo, Katy Perry) and his own hit “Easy Go” with Delaney Jane, Grandtheft returns to his hip-hop roots with the Wild Ways album on Fool’s Gold. Whether he’s giving fellow Canadian trailblazer Jazz Cartier a triumphant homecoming on “B.I.G.,” crafting futuristic bounce with festival superstar Flosstradamus on “Clocks” or masterminding the slow rolling Memphis team-up “What You Wanna Do” with rising star Duke Deuce and Three 6 Mafia legend Gangsta Boo, Wild Ways is a non-stop party that only Grandtheft could put together.

Grandtheft, Jayd Ink & akaMatisse - Is It Ok

Ft Dinero Zel & WNDR Land - Different (Prod By Odeeus)

Produced by Micheal Fountaine
Mastered and Mixed by Arturo Medina

something bout u

Mix of House and Garage to lighten your day. This was recorded live, and it's the best one so far. Enjoy!

Vertical Moon Mix

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You Love Me Anyway

Let me go ahead n get this glizzy off
Cuz all the shit that its been involved, With it
All of yo shit rented
Smoking on this gas
All my windows they tinted
Blow by you in a minute
Im in a league by myself, so im always winning
Get the bitch to myself and you know im in it
10k in a week, that should be plenty

Be plenty,
For the record, im bout to break a half a mil
Never See me smile, so you won’t know how I feel
Breakin down some Mary Jane is better than  a pill
Being addicted to that shit aint real

Forreal, I’m back wit a veng
Back on the Hitlist with a couple friends
Flip a couple packs, up in the black Benz
Now im Riding in the back in between two twins
 
And when it come to me, I don’t really care about much (Nah)
I can’t really be touched (nah)
You can run your mouth as you want
I can’t really give a fuck (nah)

Imma stand up on my own two feet
And my dog just got home with a case beat
It don’t matter we gun run it up
And we get to moving packs when the sun is up

And when I get to touching money just like that
10 pounds touchdown, that’s a light pack
Imma knock the pussy out, no fight back
Do what I want, cuz I know im on the right track

Stay low, ten toes
You already know how it goes
Get the work, and get it out the door
I aint gunna fold
Why the fuck you all so cold
Im still making moves on the road

Shifting gears, let me get off this work
Get a couple bands off flipping this purp
I’m the man with the contraband
For a couple bands you get put in the dirt

I don’t feel bad about a lick homie
Riding round with a big stick on me
She gun text me when mans aint round
Tellin me put that big dick on..

She gun put the pussy on me Infact I think she bout call me,
Blocked her number that was wrong G,
Shouldn’t have involved me I used to think about her mommy,
Might creep up on her calmly,

Fucked her head up, all me, All I wanna be is balling,
Still thinks about me fondly I don’t think about her hardly,
She used to ride me just like a Harley,
[Thats why]

Money is the motive and that’s only,
Yeah she gun put the pussy on me, [uh-huh]
I don’t really give a fuck and that’s on me, [uh-huh]
I don’t really give a fuck and that’s on me,

And when it come to me, I don’t really care about much (Nah)
I can’t really be touched (nah)
You can run your mouth as you want
I can’t really give a fuck (nah)

I don’t need no advance, no Hand outs
I don’t even fucking try but I stand out
Got me a box in last night
My team got work and we ran out

My job is too keep the fuckin streets  flooded
Im richer than a bitch, I don’t need money
Why you talking so tough on the internet?
Bring it straight to ya face if you think its funny
 
Bring it straight to the bank with the money
Put the gun straight to his face, he be running
I don’t give a fuck what you thank, what cha wanting
Im the running back, give it to me, we aint punting

I touch a lot, my reup is like a hundred gs
Type of money, get a bad bitch to her knees
I don’t even gotta say please
I make this shit look so easy

I swear to god, every day my mind racing
I don’t really know what I be chasing
I be smoking til im blazed like an asian
To be honest, I aint never been patience

Imma carry the sack like a running back
Aint gun marry the game. Aint no fun in that
Put some pressure up on ya, you fumble that
Cleaning money like a mf laundromat

Imma get it regardless, Go put on ya harness
She love her best friend and they give me menages
I got a little stress so she give me massages
I got a little crush on this bitch and she gorgeous

She be looking like - like a little pocahantess
yeah & she give it in abundance
It might sun but end up in a thunda
It might rain but then we gunna sang

{Carter}
We will, we will get to the money
get to the money
We will, we will get to the money,
get to the money

ten toes (on me) prod. by Rowzy

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Remey Le Flow, the true master of his craft and founder of the messenger raps, is the lyrical spoken word rhythm and blues side of Chicago-born Sutton Williamson. As he evolved into a new chapter with producing and mixing, he brought the world LIQUOR in The Prohibition. This downtempo ambient project is more chill and grounded, with hertz to match. Stay tuned for love, light, blessings, power, protection, and healing. Be safe, be well, and be kind to yourself. Remember, it's a journey, not a race.

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