Lyrics to Samy
You know what the fuck goin' on
Jack God
What else? (227 shit)
I'm quick to brandish it (Mafia, what else?)
Dior denim
(Royal House on the beat)
Yeah
Lately, I've been racking up them bandages
Packing up the— shh, sealing baggies like they sandwiches
Strig on me and I'm quick to brandish it
Love when the cram jamming
Forty thousand cash in Dior denim
Bouncin' out that Rolls-Royce Dawn with my wrist broke
Only Dawn you had your hands on was some dish soap
Hands-on, still be shaving stones big as Mentos
I was rollin' off the hit when you was tryna hit road
Forties in my bezel, I'm the one with the kettle
Purple lеan emoji, I'm a horny little devil
All thе dirt I did, I could be lookin' at an L-ball
My bitch think I'm cheatin' when I'm really on a jail call
Talking 'bout she leavin', if she was, she would've been left
Know we keep the money in the family like it's incest
Hundred bands used to be a big flex
'Til I got my weight up from all the grams a nigga used to bench press
What else? He still ain't missed yet
Put up a hundred on your head, cut a big check
Pumpin' base in surround sound through the Midwest
After we burn your town down, it's time to dip set
Droppin' dirty in my cup, this ain't no piss test
We makin' love to the money, havin' rich sex
Said she was leavin', if she was, she would've been left
Know we keep the money in the family like it's incest (Let's get it)
He still ain't missed yet
Tricky dancing with the devil in a red dress
Dead gang, he still ain't missed yet
Spill a whole bucket of paint, it make a big mess
Dior tears, let's have a drip check
I'm a whole yoga instructor, way them bricks stretch
What else? He still ain't missed yet
Let's get it
Jack God
What else? (227 shit)
I'm quick to brandish it (Mafia, what else?)
Dior denim
(Royal House on the beat)
Yeah
Lately, I've been racking up them bandages
Packing up the— shh, sealing baggies like they sandwiches
Strig on me and I'm quick to brandish it
Love when the cram jamming
Forty thousand cash in Dior denim
Bouncin' out that Rolls-Royce Dawn with my wrist broke
Only Dawn you had your hands on was some dish soap
Hands-on, still be shaving stones big as Mentos
I was rollin' off the hit when you was tryna hit road
Forties in my bezel, I'm the one with the kettle
Purple lеan emoji, I'm a horny little devil
All thе dirt I did, I could be lookin' at an L-ball
My bitch think I'm cheatin' when I'm really on a jail call
Talking 'bout she leavin', if she was, she would've been left
Know we keep the money in the family like it's incest
Hundred bands used to be a big flex
'Til I got my weight up from all the grams a nigga used to bench press
What else? He still ain't missed yet
Put up a hundred on your head, cut a big check
Pumpin' base in surround sound through the Midwest
After we burn your town down, it's time to dip set
Droppin' dirty in my cup, this ain't no piss test
We makin' love to the money, havin' rich sex
Said she was leavin', if she was, she would've been left
Know we keep the money in the family like it's incest (Let's get it)
He still ain't missed yet
Tricky dancing with the devil in a red dress
Dead gang, he still ain't missed yet
Spill a whole bucket of paint, it make a big mess
Dior tears, let's have a drip check
I'm a whole yoga instructor, way them bricks stretch
What else? He still ain't missed yet
Let's get it
