Bobby Brown (feat. Foreign Dre)

I be on the block Feelin’ like the man Pocket full of grams, hunnit’s in a rubber band Posted on the strip Hand on my dick Gun on my waste, tryin’ holla at bitch (Whitney Houston if the price smooth) Cause every little step I take, I’m talkin every little step I take (Bobby Brown with the dance moves) Every little step I take, every little step I take Gold chains, gold chains all danglin’ Mix anything with the inositol is the recipe Package stamp with the chinese lettering Powder for ya face like maybe it’s Maybelline Late night dirty kitchen at the Great Wall Fried rice, fried chicken with the duck sauce She don’t listen to the boy I’m no good for her But they don’t care, bitches love them a hood n***a Gun in the dresser she like her ass smacked Send dope money for her nail thru the Cashapp All pussy got power, that’s a Snapple fact Every time I see a Pyrex I catch a flashback Whoa Drug dealer drug dealer, we gettin it out the pot ain’t suckin dick to sell records Whoa Drug dealer drug dealer, new number ever month we don’t keep no phone records I be on the block Feelin’ like the man Pocket full of grams, hunnit’s in a rubber band Posted on the strip Hand on my dick Gun on my waste, tryin’ holla at bitch (Whitney Houston if the price smooth) Cause every little step I take, I’m talkin every little step I take (Bobby Brown with the dance moves) Every little step I take, every little step I take Check, I been told you I’m the man drip like IV All these flex arm emoji’s couldn’t flex like me They couldn’t spend it, just to get that check back like me The pack fresher than the horse on that new white tee, yeah Shawty lookin like a model on my arm yeah Put her on my chain, got her swinging like a charm yeah Lips on Topanga, hips like Minaj Sex drive like a Ferrari so I fucked her in the car (to my song) See I’ll probably do the crime but wouldn’t talk about it They fake thugging for a status just to talk about it My n****s thugging for a living, ain’t no but about it See a op dressed in all designer, better come up out it We them n****s off the porch ya momma warned you about That food stamps ain’t hittin’ gotta figure it out Guns drawn, stain gang n****s run in ya house But if you bragging on yo pockets, we ganna run in yo mouth n***a I be on the block Feelin’ like the man Pocket full of grams, hunnit’s in a rubber band Posted on the strip Hand on my dick Gun on my waste, tryin’ holla at bitch (Whitney Houston if the price smooth) Cause every little step I take, I’m talkin every little step I take (Bobby Brown with the dance moves) Every little step I take, every little step I take