Neiman Marcus CHRIST DILLINGER, DJ Smokey & RXKNephew

[Intro: CHRIST DILLINGER]
(Evil Poison Money Gang)
Yeah, uh-huh
(Based Negative Squad)
(Crack Rock Records)

[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Me and these niggas just not the same
They broke as hell, I took a different lane
Came a long way from sellin' smack
Pockets flat, I’m goin' back
My pockets fat like Lizzo cheeks
He still gettin' fronted ’til next week
Behind the wheel, I'm way too geeked
'Member trappin' back on Austin Street
If you ain't talkin' money you just waistin' my time
Bitch said she pregnant, I know that she lyin'
I smoke too much weed and drink too much pop soda
Ain’t no way that that baby mine
Said I love you, but I was lyin’
Reach for my chain, he out his mind
Rick Owen jeans, not Calvin Klein
I was servin' fiends through broken blinds
I just want the check, I don’t care 'bout the fame
I done sold more dope than Saddam Hussein
Gotta say Louis V when you mention my name
Her head game retarded, she goin' insane
Bitch don't play wit’ me and I won't play wit' you
I am not Adam22
I ain't with all the talkin' shit
Ridin' wit' the Glock in the whip
Walk in on an OC 80
Hit the club, I'm goin' crazy
End of the night they gotta carry me out
We got good drugs, it's never a drought
She drink too much, her hair fallin' out
I'm at Neiman Marcus ballin' out
Bitch pussy stink and her bootyhole brown
Bitch pussy stink and her bootyhole not brown
Once he broke, he'll never be up again
That's what they said, but somehow, I'm up again
I just fucked that bitch, 'bout to fuck her friend
Caught another flight, bags keep comin' in