Free My Brodie (feat. Bravoo)

I like money, you ain't gettin' pape then you cannot relate Bitches love me, they just wanna f*ck me, I don't do no dates In the booth, recordin' with my 40, I feel like I'm Drake Money callin', got a nigga rushin', I cannot be late Designer junkie, off white fatigues No, this not no Bape, f*ck Versace, I don't wear Versace I am not no snake, do what to who Swear to God, that'd be your last mistake Last opp we caught, lucky he escaped, he did the race Shout-out to Tay-K, no, we don't play play Niggas'll yoke you up, like what Fab did to Ray-J We don't wait for Friday over here, everyday payday Slippin' on Le Portier with my bitch, shout-out to Shay-Shay You niggas funny, Ray-Ray, y'all can't even f*ck with me on my worst day I been gettin' hella cake, it ain't my birthday My white boy, he a shooter like Reddick, we call him JJ Fuckin' niggas hoes, I feel like AJ Free me my Brodie out the you know he a head-tapper Niggas dissin' till we turn him to a dead-rapper You be flexin' your man's money, you a bread-capper Palm Angels for the fit, I don't wear Kappa Walk around with so much cash, I can't use a wallet Blue strips be pokin' out of my Amiri Pockets Wanna make some money, hit me, I don't do deposits Drop the low, I'll pull up on you like a Uber driver Just like a, uh Look, I can't feel my face when I smoke all these opps Put a beam on his head, watch the body drop Brody don't be in the gym, but keep the jumper hot I can't even tell the time when I look at my watch Niggas said I ain't the one, boy, get off my cock Niggas talkin' like some hoes, go and wipe your twat I came from scrapin' bubble guppies out the Pyrex pot You ever smell Deez nugs, nigga, come and shop Ayy, step into the party, I don't know nobody Bitches dancin' on my body, ass up on Glocky Niggas can't Tekashi me, I would've killed shotti I love scalin' all these grams, I turned it to a hobby Cause it's gon' profit just as usual I love makin' money off expensive pharmaceuticals Niggas get a gun and get to thinkin' that they bulletproof F*ck around and playin' with my gang, is what you shouldn't do Free my Brodie out the you know he a head-tapper Niggas dissin' till we turn him to a dead-rapper You be flexin' your man's money, you a bread-capper Palm angels for the fit, I don't wear Kappa Walk around with so much cash, I can't use a wallet Blue strips be pokin' out of my Amiri pockets Wanna make some money, hit me, I don't do deposits Drop the low, I'll pull up on you like a Uber driver Just like a, uh Just like a, uh