[Intro]
Yeah
We done seen it all
And done it all
We don't trust these niggas
Word, word to my nigga, P
[Verse 1]
Brodie's bitch is back out, rocking these platinum chains
She give it to a thorough nigga, that's my claim of fame
Chanel body suit, when it rain, diamonds galore
Get chauffeured under the stars, you can forget how you was livin' before
She keep it P with a player, so she never at me
I'ma get munyun, got my lawyer, hoes can't attack me
Lil' niggas run you down with a gun like he in a track meet
Sent through a cleanin' crew, they pressin' with that iron (Ah)
Look a nigga in the eyes, see if he gon' cross
Cocoa number five bitch eatin' up a boss
Keep my bitch close, but I keep the goons closer
Dom Pérignon bottle, wasted bubbly on the floor
Came up from the block, sellin' the rawest coke
You might OD off this shit, nigga, ain't never enough
Richie Mil' cost a house, it ain't never enough
Seven hundred bucks on a truck, the seats brazy (Ah)
[Chorus]
Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (Ah)
Yeah
We done seen it all
And done it all
We don't trust these niggas
Word, word to my nigga, P
[Verse 1]
Brodie's bitch is back out, rocking these platinum chains
She give it to a thorough nigga, that's my claim of fame
Chanel body suit, when it rain, diamonds galore
Get chauffeured under the stars, you can forget how you was livin' before
She keep it P with a player, so she never at me
I'ma get munyun, got my lawyer, hoes can't attack me
Lil' niggas run you down with a gun like he in a track meet
Sent through a cleanin' crew, they pressin' with that iron (Ah)
Look a nigga in the eyes, see if he gon' cross
Cocoa number five bitch eatin' up a boss
Keep my bitch close, but I keep the goons closer
Dom Pérignon bottle, wasted bubbly on the floor
Came up from the block, sellin' the rawest coke
You might OD off this shit, nigga, ain't never enough
Richie Mil' cost a house, it ain't never enough
Seven hundred bucks on a truck, the seats brazy (Ah)
[Chorus]
Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (Ah)
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