9. Rae Sremmurd feat. Gucci Mane, "Black Beatles"
Money, hoes and clothes, all a Beatle knows. I love how this crowd-pleaser gets the flex zone of the Fabs so bizarrely yet beautifully right – a utopian rap party where everybody's rich, everybody's high, everybody's famous. It's a hit that forces you to sing along even if you have to keep making up new verses ("That girl she's a real crowd-pleaser/Hold you in her armchair you can feel her diseases") to up the Beatle ante ("A broke ho can only point me to a rich ho/She came in through the bathroom window/Like Chapo serving yayo to the gringo/You a Pete Best bitch, she a Ringo"). After all, the Beatles wrote "Can't Buy Me Love" in the haze of a nine-day orgy with Miami's finest groupies – as Paul McCartney said, "It should have been 'Can Buy Me Love,' actually." So no wonder Paul loves this song as much as the rest of us do.