Apple Music: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1436538728?ls=1&app=itunes
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/31JaS1Fi0rOLFhRuvKfl6Q

Written and Performed by WSMC, Monte, T-Money
Produced by: Lasik Beats, WSMC
℗ 2018 hndubs
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[LYRICS]
Yeh, yeh
I been in Mehico,
Turn it turn,
West Sider, Monte, T-Money
Mehico

Chorus (WSMC)

I was born to live a dream life,
Shorty on the bean so she feel right,
She keep on the low when I tell her something,
She bring me all the bands so I owe her something, (Mehico)
I be finessin' the plug, I got the bricks (Mehico),
Flipping a brick, teaching a bird a trick (Mehico),
Ice on my neck, I got the same on my wrist (Mehico),
Birds go south, then bring em' back to the 6ix.

Verse 1 (Monte)

Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't 100,
Pull up in Mehico, hola Isabella,
Hit her with that work now she don't have to twerk,
Every time you see her all you hear is skrrrrt,
I pull up in Porsches, T-Money pull up in Ghosts,
Scoring all the bricks y'all just hit the post,
A wave of bricks just hit the Atlantic coast,
Sip in Medellin, West Sider make a toast,
Money on the table shorty count it,
Mandem say they got me but I doubt it,
I don't really trust I don't really love,
Cause everybody change up when it comes to bucks,
I don't really know them, why they here tho?
Dealing with outsiders that's a no-no,
Ice on my neck that's a froyo,
And I made it all from juggin' out in Mehico.

Chorus

Verse 2 (WSMC)

She said she want my Moby Dick so I'ma Free Willy,
Nobody can touch me but everybody still feel me,
But they don't feel you like they on anesthetics,
You said she gave you head, she said she'd rather be be-headed,
She call me daddy, but nah man I ain't her dad,
She ask me daddy can you please hit it like the dab?
She need money for college,
My whip Speedy Gonzalez, 
I pull up in the Lotus,
You got General Motors,
I moved birds like Pablo, my bitch be Español
I make her Enchanté, I kiss her En Français,
I sleep when I see the sun, wake up when I see the moon,
I'm turnin' up in Cancun, getting bare ass no baboons,
I rob a haters shit, got me feelin' like I'm Deebo,
I roll up through your hood, sweep that shit like El Niño,
I put bricks in my baggage, cross the border from Dallas,
I'm tryna live it lavish, fuck the los federales.

Chorus

Verse 3 (T-Money)

I come from a hood that be covered in ice,
So me and my hood we look kind of alike,
We push snow by the kilo but it comes at a price,
So much snow like it fell from the sky,
But fuck the cold, and fuck the ice,
I'ma hop in the jet and fly to paradise,
The land of the mamacitas and tequilas,
BMN ma nigga, we be livin' 100,
Rippin' by the gulf coast in the drop top Camaro,
Over here they call me Don Deniro,
You dream of the dream, I'm a money making machine,
Supplying the fiends I look like the king of Medellin,
El Chapo with the choppers, triple beams on her knockers,
Your bitch she want the D, she about to Meet The Fockers,
I feel like blowing cash, bitch stop kissing my ass,
Nigga it's Don Deniro I'm about to be a hero.

Chorus

Mehico - Single

Mehico

Apple Music

Mehico feat. Monte & T-Money (Prod. By Lasik Beats)

Apple Music: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id/1445026656
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/6CXQZCCyHihOBmo9zhXHKG

Written and Performed by WSMC
Produced by: dannyebtracks, WSMC
℗ 2018 hndubs
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[LYRICS]

Chorus

I really really need you now, 
I need you just to hold me down,
Don't act like you don't know me now,
I'm the reason you rock Gucci now,
Poppin' the bottles the homies are lit,
Bring all your girls we can party a bit,
I'm the reason that you came to the west side,
I'm the reason that you living your best life.

Verse 1

You rolled up with your ex, I rolled up with a Rolex, 
Catch me at the end of the rainbow I got a gold neck ,
Your man stock you like the NASDAQ,
He just spent his last check and he wears a turtleneck,
So drop that clown, you ain't down,
Let me turn that frown upside down,
I can see your interest like compound.
Ass is round she's flat out down,
She came back to the crib and she stayed over,
I've been fly my whole life with no layovers,
I hit it in the shower then she gave me Head and Shoulders,
She keep me up like Folgers,
I got rocks on my wrist like boulders,
She wanna use a rubber baby we don't need those,
I made your girl sing dog I Autotune hoes,
She open her eyelids look her iris,
Body the tightest don't wanna to fight it,
I been the one to pop the bottles like I scored a touchdown,
I been the one to wear a watch gotta be a buss down.

Chorus

Verse 2

You like they way I do it right?
Got me feeling like Clark Kent, she come to my crib tonight,
I'm on a roll her skin like cinnamon,
I want those buns so I be getting them,
I copped a whip you just rented it uh,
Got a lot of class my curses in cursive,
Got a lot of cash she cant fit it in her purses,
I get a lot of ass head to head like versus,
They thought I was 12 all these 911 Porches,
Roll in the Porsche but her name is Alexis,
She had to use both hands she was ambidextrous,
6 side to the MTL I be looking like a white Denzel,
I been the one to fuck around but I don't ever kiss and tell,
I get the bread and butter why is she acting so butt-hurt?
Cause I be fucking all her friends all her friends but her,
I pull up looking hella fresh your girl roasted you,
Pull up in a Phantom so then your girl she ghosted you.

Chorus

Reason - Single

Reason

Reason (Prod. dannyebtracks)

Apple Music: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id/1445087432
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/0luo1SS9uivzMKfNeMWYup

Written and Performed by WSMC
Produced by: @jacoblethalbeats, WSMC
℗ 2018 hndubs
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[LYRICS]

Intro 

Yeah, yeah yeah.

Chorus

All bitches and all these hoes in here, one of y’all hoes better fuck, 
(yeah yeah you better fuck),
All these 9 and 10s in here one of y’all hoes better fuck, 
(yeah yeah you better fuck),
Add a little bit of water on my Patek don’t panic 
(don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic nah),
I’ma a little bit of water on my Patek don’t panic 
(don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic nah),
A little water,
Add a little water,
Yeah I add a little water,
Pussy getting wet like water,
Add a little water what.

I been to Hollywood and I been to Lynnwood,
Still all good in every damn neighbourhood,
I ain’t playing no games but I’m courtside,
Sippin’ Mai Tais to the high-tide,
When I pull up in the Rolls hoes knows how it goes, 
Water on my wrist flows, wind chill when the wind blows,
Sick with the flows man I’m off to clinical,
All cash no tax man I’m Aboriginal,
Add a little bit of water on my Patek, whip automatic, 
Your watch static, like it’s tatted, 
Pull up in a Benz I’m the MVP,
While your broke ass pull up in a MPV,
Young boy on the green I’m Jason Tatum,
Bout that action I’m Jason Statham,
She came with her friends, I’m like glad you made it,
Like Lebron’s hairline I keep getting faded.

Chorus

I finna go deaf from smoking all of this loud,
They chasing the clout so hoes they come around,
She calling me daddy but we ain’t related,
She blow me like a candle dog happy belated,
I got a lot of money so I’m thinking I made it,
But I know that I did cause these haters they hate it,
This is it, this is it, yo call up the chief,
I drop all bangers all straight heat, heat, heat,
I been fucking like all these hoes cause they know that I’m getting money,
I been droppin’ like all this doe cause you know that I’m staying stunnin’,
I been poppin’ like all these bottles you know that it ain’t nothin’,
I been shinning with all this gold and you know that it ain’t sunny,
All I do kill beats throw it in a casket,
Got a hard drive she told me that you a flash disk,
I’m a star motherfucker while you like an asterisk, 
We just scored three hoes you can call it hat tricks yeah. 

Chorus

Water - Single

Water

Water (Prod. Jacob Lethal Beats)

Apple Music: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1446782986?ls=1&app=itunes
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/43b4z5GikHLyqMrtD5agBf

Written and Performed by WSMC
Produced by: @blackrosebeatz, WSMC
℗ 2018 hndubs
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[LYRICS]

Pull up got that rack on me (huh)
Youngin got a stack on him (huh)
Everybody want a little Indo,
Mufucka go and pull up you window,
I be cruisin’ down the mainline,
Out of bounds where the fuckin’ baseline
I’m out here don’t watch that
I’m out here don’t watch that, nah.

Got purp, got gold but I’m out the 6ix
She told me take it easy I put just the tip
I’m the first to show and I’m the last to dip
Couple of curls for the girls I attract a bitch
I’m tatted I’m at it I’m livin’ lavish, check out my status, 
I’m hitting every demographic with this music magic, 
I’m a savage, I make your life tragic, I’m authentic, 
Not generic, organic, I’m problematic like mathematics, you faggot,
(Damn boy, that’s what I’m talking about!)
Add a little water just to guarantee my wrist shine, 
Colorful diamonds that shit be lookin’ like its 6ix9ine, 
I’m out here dog, you ain’t got to even ask about me, 
Moving gas, racking paper you can call it Abu Dhabi, 
Ain’t Lil Wayne but she told me that I’m Hot Boy, 
Everybody out here waiting for the drop boy, 
I’ma make your insides hot like hot pockets, 
I’m Mike Dantoni cause my booth full of rockets, feel me?

Pull up got that rack on me (huh)
Yungen got a stack on him (huh)
Everybody want a little Indo,
Mufucka go and pull up you window,
I be cruisin’ down the mainline,
Out of bounds where the fuckin’ baseline
I’m out here don’t watch that
I’m out here don’t watch that, nah.

I write my lyrics on my trap phone,
I fuck around bring couple racks home,
Never ever bring a fuckin’ rat home,
These mufuckas don’t have a backbone,
Hit him in his face with my AP (yeh),
I’ma fuck em’ up I’m Tay Keith (yeh),
Prime time like I work at Amazon (woop woop),
Fast to the money like the autobahn (woop woop),
Dumb muthafuckas on drugs, that’s an oxymoron, 
Focused on winning upper echelon,
Got me a Butler like I’m the Sixers, 
Drop my top in the middle of winter, 
Pussy mufuckas even got the whiskers, 
Sippin’ gin with twins who’s the hotter of the sisters?
Blowin’ money in the club, proving a point,
And I’m blunt with the paper like I’m hitting a joint, you feel me?

Pull up got that rack on me (huh)
Yungen got a stack on him (huh)
Everybody want a little Indo,
Mufucka go and pull up you window,
I be cruisin’ down the mainline,
Out of bounds where the fuckin’ baseline
I’m out here don’t watch that
I’m out here don’t watch that, nah.

Out Here - Single

Out Here

Out Here (Prod. @blackrosebeatz)

Yin Vs. Yang EP
3. West Side (Prod. @newstreetmelody) - WSMC
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Apple Music: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1449544480?ls=1&app=itunes
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/63VHd5L73rSLfcOrtWMyp8

LYRICS

Cali sunshine it make my wrist glisten, 
Come around take shots like I’m popping off a Smith &,
Boujie ass bitches you just couldn’t afford her,
Lot of cash in the crib I look like I’m a hoarder,
Yea tight waist hair done, Cali got some good hoes, 
When I hit the W I need Hollywood hoes, 
Beverly Hills I’m keeping it real, I’m making the bills, 
She doing her nails, downtown going off popping a addy at Reserve, 
She look at me shy she act reserved, 
The bouncer told her backs reserved, 
But come with your girls and spread the word,
Baby girl just leave your purse, 
Go and play this hit, off to Vegas yea, 
I’m on the A-list yea, I’m not even famous yet, 
26 getting a check I’m out here living life, 
Cancun that’s next you just go to sleep at night,
Hypnotized by hips tonight, can’t decide which lips I like, 
So I’m gona eat them both tonight, 
Westernized I’m living the western life.

Suns out guns out baby this a stick up,
She got her tongue out shawty she be lit up,
Yea this from your boy on the 6 side,
One last time for my thugs on the west side,
I throw it up for the west coast,
I pour it up for the west coast,
I throw it up for the west side,
I pour it up for the west side.

Man its hella hot out, 64 Impala, 
These girls I call out, man I finna ball out, 
Yea I’m going all out, I said I’m going all out,
And this is when you fall out, 
I’m a mufuckin’ ball player, fuck your bitch all layers, 
Maybe even raw later, but nah I won’t call later, 
Pulling up ride with a tech, like I’m an NBA ref, 
I’m getting that ice on my neck, I put a Patek on my wrist, 
Bottles they popping a long while, what it be popping at Argyle, 
Bitches and biddies they flocking around, 
My brothers they balling they running the town, 
Used to spend the time running from sirens, I was flying, 
Now I realized it that, they legalized it damn, 
South Central where you at, Hollywood bring it back, 
Smoking and eating at Roscoe’s,
My bitches they getting on all fours, 
I’m getting it litty they all know, 
Cause bottles they coming at Harlowe, 
These bottles they coming at Harlowe, 
These bottles they popping at Harlowe.

Suns out guns out baby this a stick up,
She got her tongue out shawty she be lit up,
Yea this from your boy on the 6 side,
One last time for my thugs on the west side,
I throw it up for the west coast,
I pour it up for the west coast,
I throw it up for the west side,
I pour it up for the west side.

Yin Vs. Yang

West Side

West Side (Prod. @newstreetmelody)

Yin Vs. Yang EP
2. Tryna Get Lit (Prod. @beat-demons)- WSMC
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Apple Music: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1449544480?ls=1&app=itunes
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/63VHd5L73rSLfcOrtWMyp8

LYRICS

I’m out here dog I’m back on roads,
Everybody know how that gon’ go,
Respect the tech or shit gon’ blow,
Undress her dress and that bitch gon’ blow,
I’m just out here tryna get lit,
I’m just out here tryna get lit,
Give me a little bit of this and little bit of that,
I’m just out here tryna get lit dog give me that shit,
I’m out here tryna get lit,
I’m out here tryna get lit,
I’m out here tryna get lit,
I’m out here tryna get lit dog give me that shit.

I’m a rap pioneer out here,
Been a fresh minute I ain’t been out here,
Cash and ass it gon’ pay down here,
Got a lot of snow finna make it rain out here,
Swing at a muthafucka like a nunchuck, 
And you better duck, when I come around with the pump, 
From the jump I’ma dump at a chump, 
And fuck pack it up you lackin’ cuz and that’s enough, 
I don’t want to hear about it, shit pop off I’ve been about it, 
Even better when the spot is hella crowded, 
Pat down my nine and they still allowed it, 
Now the fuck you gon’ do about that hoe, 
Got a lot of water I’ma rock that boat, 
Got a lot of ice but I’ma rock that gold, 
If you gangsta why you tryna act like hoes?
Muthafucka what the fuck is up with that, 
Check the stats, and fax the facts, I rack the racks, 
And rappers rap, and wrap it up and let’s move to the aftermath, 
Your bitch with me she just tryna get wet, 
Swerve in the whip like I’m tryna get hit, 
Movin’ that weight like I’m tryna get fit, 
And I’m out here dog I’m just tryna get lit.

I’m out here dog I’m back on roads,
Everybody know how that gon’ go,
Respect the tech or shit gon’ blow,
Undress her dress and that bitch gon’ blow,
I’m just out here tryna get lit,
I’m just out here tryna get lit,
Give me a little bit of this and little bit of that,
I’m just out here tryna get lit dog give me that shit,
I’m out here tryna get lit,
I’m out here tryna get lit,
I’m out here tryna get lit,
I’m out here tryna get lit dog give me that shit.

Tryna Get Lit

Tryna Get Lit (Prod. @beat-demons)

Yin Vs. Yang EP
1. What The Fame Does (Prod. @arturosafinmusic)- WSMC
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Apple Music: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1449544480?ls=1&app=itunes
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/63VHd5L73rSLfcOrtWMyp8

LYRICS

I can’t explain why I shine and no one else shines,
I think everybody shines, in different things,
I got to go to that true spot in myself cause I’m there every day,
I can be me, I can be whoever because I’m true to me.

What the fuck you ain’t heard of us,
You better turn it up cause you ain’t heard enough,
Got the bread I go straight to your thighs,
She fine but I could see the lies in her eyes,
Feen for the red bottoms and red carpet, 
Rather get a heart attack than be cold hearted, 
Gave you 6 side love but you still want some of mine, 
16 bars but you still want another line, 
I make that pussy blossom cause your man lack a lackadaisical, 
Best you ever had call me the pinnacle, 
Do you get the message it was not subliminal, 
Gave you everything your ass just too cynical, 
Got drive for that money see no dead ends, 
Ass like an S Class show how that Mercedes bends, 
My girl only look no touch like eye candies, 
Don’t look too hard or your eyes get diabetes.

Ain’t no more to say,
Just come around my way,
She got me under arrest she about to read my rights,
Baby you be first class we gon’ take a flight,
She don’t want to mess around with you lame ones,
She want to roll with me that’s what the fame does,
That’s what the fame does,
That’s what the fame does, 
Woah, woah,
That’s what the fame does. 

I’m sick of all the fussing and the fighting,
I’m all ears like I’m Mike Tyson,
She’d just rather pop another addy or another xani,
Than to see her man ever win a Grammy,
I made a pool of money but she wanted an ocean,
Done with it all, time to put it in motion, 
I ain’t trippin’ bout it you ain’t the one that I need now,
Aquaman a lot of fish in the sea now, 
Way in the back I ain’t tryna see you, 
Time to switch lanes I ain’t lookin in the rear view, 
Let me clean my shades so I can have clear view, 
I’ma smoke loud cause I ain’t tryna hear you, 
The west took over thought I got beat by Dre, 
I need trees, back to my roots the 6ix side way, 
Used to believe that that’s what the game was,
Back on roads I ain’t fucking with the lame ones.

Ain’t no more to say,
Just come around my way,
She got me under arrest she about to read my rights,
Baby you be first class we gon’ take a flight,
She don’t want to mess around with you lame ones,
She want to roll with me that’s what the fame does,
That’s what the fame does,
That’s what the fame does, 
Woah, woah,
That’s what the fame does.

What The Fame Does

What The Fame Does (Prod. @arturosafinmusic)

Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/act-hard-feat-t-money-single/1458879526?app=music
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/3IzeNZ2QRqg2eJAFmzjYBW

Written and Performed by WSMC, T-Money
Produced by: @BenihanaBoy, WSMC
℗ 2019 hndubs
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[LYRICS]

Spent my eves on St. Laurent
Cause I’m the St. Laurent don like 21 homie
And I’ma get money till the Federali’s come for me
Never been to Montana but I rack it like I’m Tony
And I’ma hit licks like I got long tongue
I’ma smoke spliffs like I got another lung
And I ain’t on 1 cause bitch I’m on 10
When I hear this beat I feel like I’m in Compton
She finna get low cause the beat done dropped
Got my arm around your bitch, yeah hold that thot 
I’m in the limelight you got noticed once
My wrist is an asshole cold as fuck
Back to the crib I just got a new place
Bust down Thotiana she think that I’m Blueface baby
And lately I’ve been feeling like a another Slim Shady
But I’m too damn big to be called slim baby
You need verification just take a vacation
Come down to CLE and let me show you what the move is
I got that old money but I be that new kid
Y’all act hard you can’t hang with the cool kids
The whole hood throwing up these gang signs
And its damn time that I pull up and I gets mine
Don’t give a fuck what the president say
Cause I get money every day is president’s day, mufucka

-Chorus-

The way I’m running to the money got me looking like a track star
Y’all just act hard
Pull up to the club lookin packed up
Lames and fakes all be lookin like they actors 
I need kush to spark when I C-walk in the park  
Walking the walk never talking the talk, yeah
I’m kicking that flav I be racked up
Don’t act up cause y’all just act hard

It’s been a fresh minute since I hit the street
But I’m back in the game I’ma spit some heat
Your talk is cheap, your moves are weak
Cash money be the only thing that I speak
Word on the street be you acting real hard
I’m a white boy but my ass got a black card
I don’t gotta act, I just laugh to the bank
You’re acting real gassed but got nothing in the tank
Back of the limousine, counting my money green
These hoes want sex-ed, I’m the dean
Ring, ring, ring school is in session
I stack big paper you in a recession
How many times till you learn your lesson
Get on your knees boy and count your blessings
My jeweler know I’m rich, Audemars on my wrist
He be blowing up my phone, what about the other wrist?
I said one for my girl, let me get that VVS
She gotta shine in excess, put the drip on her dress
I got Balmain jeans Ferragamo on my belt
Don’t matter the cards, I win what’s dealt
Whatever you need, baby I’m with it
Like the morning paper I’ma go out and get it
I’m about to make it rain so you better get ready
I’ma pop Cristal and my money confetti, shit

-Chorus-

They got a lot of lies a lot of stories to tell
You getting jacked son like Sam L but time tells
Whether or not you a rock you solid or not
You understand there’s consequences talking a lot?
I’m just tryna make a mill then I pass salt
But I stay in the streets like I’m asphalt
And I rock 8 chains with a Fashionova hoodie
Been buzzing for light years and she sucking on my woodie
Out here grinding I’m a zone 6 player
I pull up like I’m Kobe like the ‘09 Lakers
Bitch give me sloppy, give me messy like I’m Lionel
I stay throwing up dubs you throwing an L
I’m a Greek freak so if I ain’t making a buck
Then I don’t give fuck unless I’m busting a nut
I murder that pussy it dead, she act a fool in the bed
She be a fool with the head, but you tool in shed
Hella J’s tryna be like Mike
Hundred dollar bills just ain’t your type
You ain’t seen money like this your whole life
But I wash dirty money clean it out like Old Spice 
Need a fitting room cause they tryna try me 
Tell the homie handle that don’t run it by me 
I ain’t got time to waste, I’m popping the Ace
Nah not with the fakes, get the fuck out my face yeah.

-Chorus-

Act Hard

Act Hard feat. T-Money (Prod. @BenihanaBoy)

WSMC
Hip Hop artist from Toronto!
For all my music, check me out on Apple Music & Spotify!
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℗ 2019 hndubs