Nada (feat. IceBirds)

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Aye
Spend a few bands on my shoes
I drip Balenciaga
If you proud of me, be proud of me
But I'm not wearing Prada
All these bitches tryna get in my pockets
I can't give em nada
Rock designer shoes, designer fits
I'm all about a dollar
Aye, spilt some lean all on my kicks
Ashed my pants and had a fit
Niggas owin' call em Rick
Come and jugg, we too legit
Sippin out a dirty cup
IceBirdss, I don't give a f*ck
Sip this drank, it slow me up
But I can't stop, can't get fucked up
This shit right here is my destiny
Only see what's ahead of me
Know it ain't no looking back
IceBirdss a different pedigree
No, I'm not Triple H
I'll hit your bitch with the Pedigree
Sipping on that dirty wock
Gotta have my medicine
You irrelevant, I'm relevant
All the fake, they came and went
All the hate it come and go
Smoking on that Kona Gold
Sip my cup till it's no more
Too much money on the floor
Out of mind I'm out of sight
I catch my opp down at the light
Too much ice shine like a light
My granny always said I'm bright
Remember we was hitting licks
Now I look just like a lick
Member we was playing with sticks
Now I still play with them sticks
Remember we would climb on bricks
Now I'm stacking up the bricks
Niggas always talking shit
We done had enough of it
10 grand in my fist
And the same thing on my wrist
When you get it out the mud
That's when shit really hits
I'm on go can't call it quits
I'm on go, we on go, we on go
That's fasho, aye
That's all that I know
Aye, if I call up my gang
Know them boys gon blow
Aye, all these niggas lame
And broke as a joke
Got Versace and Cartier frames
Too many chicks, can't be my main
Known to knock it out the frame
Motion picture need a frame
If you ain't gang, don't rep my gang
Niggas hate, I find it strange
I don't even know em, but they acting like I owe em
Spend a few bands on my shoes
I drip Balenciaga
If you proud of me, be proud of me
But I'm not wearing Prada
All these bitches tryna get in my pockets
I can't give em nada
Rock designer shoes, designer fits
I'm all about a dollar

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