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Look Bro's got a pitch no Dragon's Den (Uh huh) Just wait till the tables flip They won't catch up I wont stop at a M (Tell 'em) Got niggas that trap and niggas that click Gotta get dem racks up can't stick it on dem It don't make no sense They ain't seen a bag How they talking ten? (How?) DND we're some boujee men Bro's got a pitch no Dragon's Den (Uh huh) Just wait till the tables flip They won't catch up I wont stop at a M (Tell 'em) Got niggas that trap and niggas that click Gotta get dem racks up can't stick it on dem It don't make no sense They ain't seen a bag How they talking ten? (How?) DND we're some boujee men Baby, baby I can't go Nando's I can tho but I gotta make p's (Not sorry) My niggas jus stuck in the bando He can't go pen thats sellin' bariis (He can't) Meekz they wanna be like me I been tellin 'em stay off the streets Cah that's a bird or a hearse it's peak (Ihs peak mun) I can TMG In my plain white tee Go back to the ends Quick chop, grab Bri' Man I pray that I make it back (Ayy) Cah it's peak Grind on my back till I'm up with the team And my bro J... Keep a stick like trees (Like trees) Stack on a table Bands on my knees (Mmhm) Jakes at the tail Wait bait with the team Gyal shake in the party Turnt for the lean Bro's got a pitch no Dragon's Den (Uh huh) Just wait till the tables flip They won't catch up I wont stop at a M (Tell 'em) Got niggas that trap and niggas that click Gotta get dem racks up can't stick it on dem It don't make no sense They ain't seen a bag How they talking ten? (How?) DND we're some boujee men Bro's got a pitch no Dragon's Den (Uh huh) Just wait till the tables flip They won't catch up I wont stop at a M (Tell 'em) Got niggas that trap and niggas that click Gotta get dem racks up can't stick it on dem It don't make no sense They ain't seen a bag How they talking ten? (How?) (DND we're some boujee men) DND we're some boujee men (Don't call) Need a bag dont need no friends I'll burn that bridge no need to pretend Old school days kicked ball at Wren's I got a barbie like Ken Can't cuff that bitch She belongs to the ends Ments, I really can't fuck with dem They hate on me like they hate on dere friends 10k on my mat 8 Racks for the g's (10 Bags) Blaze dat reef till my eyes Chinese (Urgh) No chip when I smoke these tree's It's a big rich town man I stack these p's (Like power) Please, she screaming oh lowe me please But this e... ting wanna flirt and tease (She loves it) Do dirt in my Nike Tech fleece Straight back to the bits then I burn these sheets Tryna get this bread I aint talking dough Oh shit, I'm talking dough Better watch who you're calling your bro Don't shout my name When I step in the mo (Don't do it) They do it for fame They do it for show Where were they at my all time low (Where were they) Bro's locked in the box Ain't talking crow They want handouts I don't think so Bro said don't flip q's for the p's When you flip that back All the money come foul (It's dirty) All good when the money dem flip But it's pain in your chest When the money runs out (Dead broke) Dead broke I was down on my back Now I'm back to the top And they wanna know how (How how?) Just made a flip right now Don't take no chat like I'm Simon Cowell Bro's got a pitch no Dragon's Den (Uh huh) Just wait till the tables flip They won't catch up I wont stop at a M (Tell 'em) Got niggas that trap and niggas that click Gotta get dem racks up can't stick it on dem It don't make no sense They ain't seen a bag How they talking ten? (How?) DND we're some boujee men Bro's got a pitch no Dragon's Den (Uh huh) Just wait till the tables flip They won't catch up I wont stop at a M (Tell 'em) Got niggas that trap and niggas that click Gotta get dem racks up can't stick it on dem It don't make no sense They ain't seen a bag How they talking ten? (How?) DND we're some boujee men
Writer(s): Krillz 3timez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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