Neiman & Marcus Don’t Know You Drakeo the Ruler

[Verse 1]
All that dick riding'll get a nigga flipped
Princess cuts on my wrist like an emo bitch
Done mud walked in Neimans twice, I don't need no help
This forty bulging on my hip, I don't need no belt
Luke Skywalkin', pints caulkin', I'm an addict
Come get slippy with the knock knock bandits
The Stinkmeaner, come supply my Grammys
I guess that's a double whammy

[Chorus]
Niggas be talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga, Neiman and Marcus don't even know you
Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash? Where your logo?
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Niggas be talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga, Neiman and Marcus don't even know you
Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash? Where your logo?
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo

[Verse 2]
Clown niggas, niggas be actors
An F&N in Bally jeans for fashion
These niggas act up, I'm whamming niggas in traffic
You can't run that far, I'm driving the Nascar
I'm blatant if I'm pagan shit, nigga, if it's vacancy
Man down, tape the scene, blood on my Maison sneaks
They can see, play with me, we ain't finna make a scene
You ain't gettin' bread so you hate on me basically
Big bank uchies on the dashboard and the sink
The last one was off a stink, high as fuck off the stink
Wired up, hard to blink, niggas need they offering
Niggas just be poppin' it, the grey bags is all around