Neimans

Hunnid bands for a kilo, nigga [Verse 1] I don’t like to tongue wrestle, I just hop out with the pole Y’all was sittin’ in Sunday school, I was scrapping it out the bowl Still, represent the struggle, so I ain’t taking out my golds I don’t did a lot of thangs, but I ain’t never cuffed a hoe How he still you favorite rapper all them lies he done told How you still make her your lady all them dick she done road He ain’t gone bust a grape or let nothing die because he ain’t with the smoke Hate to see me eating out her ‘cus he just really broke Please don’t let this rich shit fool you, get me wrong then I’m pissin you Ask me why I don’t answer my phone because I don’t get no service in the trenches I just counted 700 bands, damn near got me dizzy When I’m in the DMV pull up on you like I’m Glizzy Yeah, the streets chose me, I ain’t pay for a buzz For you show a nigga the game, check his paperwork first You ain’t silent, you ain’t thorough, you can’t never get a verse You ain’t bae, you ain’t wifey, you can’t never get a purse [Chorus] If you lookin’ for me, I’m probably up at the counter up in Neiman If you make my toes curl, ima let you ball in Neiman I ain’t never slippin’, dog, got the pole tucked in Neiman Yes, sir, no, sir, that’s how they talk to me in Neiman [Verse 2] Ten rooms, six bathrooms, guess I’m kinda living Dolce Gabbana from head to toe, guess I’m kind of dripping I can’t rock out with no ceiling fans ‘cus I got vaulted ceilings You can’t never break my heart, baby, because I ain’t got no feelings Put my hand over my heart and pledge allegiance to the bag If I got to die bout something it be my family and the cash Keep my money in my hand because my wad is too big Stuck my thumb in her butt because my rod was too big [Chorus] If you lookin’ for me, I’m probably up at the counter up in Neiman If you make my toes curl, ima let you ball in Neiman I ain’t never slippin’, dog, got the pole tucked in Neiman Yes, sir, no, sir, that’s how they talk to me in Neiman [Verse 3] Riddin’ round with all this cash in my car be feelin’ like I’m traffickin’ Ask me was her Becky good, I told her it was immaculate Ask me as her box fire, told her I’ll be back again Ain’t nobody hatin’ on you, guess what, you ain't poppin’ then I fell asleep counting c-notes, I woke up getting deep throat I’m the only nigga that give the streets hope Playin’ with the numbers get you Debo’d 11 cars totals, 3 cribs I ain’t cappin’, bruh Lil bitch called me back to back, I swear that shit be tappin’, bruh Last watch was plain Jane, I just put some stones in it I ain’t miss no money, all my showers they got phones in’em My baby I the Bahamas, so I’m on my way to Nassau Told me she just like speed, so I just bought a fast​ car The bag got me feeling like I’m Bron, Bron I’m just up in Neiman go dumb, dumb