I’m That Nigga Kodak Black

[Intro]
Ayy man let me get my Rem on iceman
Let me get that check straight hundreds
Let me get my back in before I hit yo city
Or I ain't going straight up, for real
I'm that nigga now man
I ain't in the projects shooting dice no more
I'm out here though, project baby heart of the projects man
You digg, mount up

[Verse 1]
Excuse me where my stylist?
Pop my collar, please
Security, get these bitches off of me
Paparazzi love me I got lots of cheese
Instagram, Kodak Black follow me
Really I be tricking nigga Halloween
I ate my veggies, ma I'm healthy I smoke broccoli
Honestly, you mad that you proud of me
Kodak oxygen I got lots of trees
All this gwalla be stuffed up in my Robin jeans
Do it with no hands, girl join my soccer team
Philosophy, section 8 democracy
I rolled the dice and went to jail, no Monopoly

[Chorus]
I told them that the money train is coming, don't get left (Don't get left)
Nigga should've hurried up and jumped up on my trail
Niggas on that groupie shit, they talking me to death
Fuck that bougie bitch you ain't got nothing go to hell
Damnit I don't know what's goin' through they fucking head
Once I get the deal I swear to god you niggas dead
Oh, so you that Kodak black nigga, huh?
You the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one
I'm that nigga