Lyrics

(Hit makers) If you-if you see the homies with the guap (with the guap) With the knots (with the knots), in the Rolls (in the Rolls) That's how I know you niggas really, really broke (really broke) With no goals (with no goals), and it shows (and it shows) The money blue, designer shoes Jimmy Choo, Louis boots, boots If you see the homies with the guap (with the guap) With the knots (and the knots), in the Rolls (in the Rolls) That's how I know you niggas really, really broke (really broke) With no goals (with no goals), and it shows (and it shows) The money blue, designer shoes Jimmy Choo, Louis boots, boots I-I've been runnin' 'round the city on the same thing Got the city locked, I see why I'm in the chain gang Reach for my neck, I'ma make it go, "Bang, bang" They don't really want me, they just want me for my ding-a-ling Style with no stylist, ride with no mileage She givin' me brain like she just finished college I'm just bein' honest, I don't carry wallets The bands in my hands can't fit in my pockets Rich bitch, take dick, that's my type Simp with the blue strips, that's what I like You know I'm a big dawg, but I don't bite Done helpin' niggas out, I ain't finna ghost-write It's a miracle, niggas tryna be lyrical Town have the general, eatin' niggas like dinner roast Niggas makin' it difficult, effort I give it minimal All you niggas disposable, diamonds lookin' invisible If you see the homies with the guap (with the guap) With the knots (with the knots), in the Rolls (in the Rolls) That's how I know you niggas really, really broke (really broke) With no goals (with no goals), and it shows (and it shows) The money blue, designer shoes Jimmy Choo, Louis boots, boots If you see the homies with the guap (with the guap) With the knots (and the knots), in the Rolls (in the Rolls) That's how I know you niggas really, really broke (really broke) With no goals (with no goals), and it shows (and it shows) The money blue, designer shoes Jimmy Choo, Louis boots, boots On my mama, bruh, I'm not from Cali' But I can get in anywhere if you just send the addy I took a stripper ride the cheetahs, took her to the valley (mm) I wore the AP too much, I had to switch the patty (switch) I'm on another wave, you niggas can't relate (m-m) You wanna learn how to get rich? Well, let me demonstrate (c'mon) You put your money on that six and roll tens and eights You niggas can't spin my block, you gotta spin the gate But you can't get in They know we at the club, so I always got my stick in The center of attention when I'm ballin', I'm the big man You gotta wait your turn to fuck the bitch, I put my dick in These niggas follow me and I ain't never have to fit in You ain't know nothin' (uh-huh), you ain't know nothin' (nah) You ain't know nothin', boy, you's a bitch (you) Ridin' with your pistol, you ain't finna shoot shit Spent a hundred on my watch, and like ten on my feet DDG do not miss If you see the homies with the guap (with the guap) With the knots (with the knots), in the Rolls (in the Rolls) That's how I know you niggas really, really broke (really broke) With no goals (with no goals), and it shows (and it shows) The money blue, designer shoes Jimmy Choo, Louis boots, boots If you see the homies with the guap (with the guap) With the knots (and the knots), in the Rolls (in the Rolls) That's how I know you niggas really, really broke (really broke) With no goals (with no goals), and it shows (and it shows) The money blue, designer shoes Jimmy Choo, Louis boots, boots
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Derek Dominique White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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