DDG - Rubbin' Off The Paint (YBN Nahmir Remix) lyrics

[DDG - Rubbin' Off The Paint YBN Nahmir Remix lyrics]

That's what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal
Ayy, yuh, ayy, okay okay, yuh

I got a lot of blue money, new money is racks
Do a show, gimme cash
I ain't payin' no tax
I copped the racks for the day
And I counted up ten
Put them racks real estate
Multiply it by ten
Niggas subtweet me, I'ont never get tagged
Why you worried about me
Go and get you a bag
These niggas broke, no money, miss meals
They weak forty hours at yo job
Wouldn't equal my feet, bitch

But I'm that nigga, shoutout YBN
Young nigga flexin'
Transfer two hunnid bands from my
Savings to my checking
Big money, I been livin' great
Bora Bora wit' it
I know these pussy niggas fans
Of me, go ahead, admit it
I collect bands in my sleep
Work when it's sunny i done blew up off the
'Tube young nigga funny now it's music
My niggas movin' pack like some unit's
It's confusin'
I do not know which bank I be usin'
Too much money, these niggas broke, dusty
And bummy so I be snatchin' on they bitches
Then I chew 'em like gummies
It's DDG, get familiar
I be purposely flexin'
And when yo bitch on her phone
I'm the one she be textin' watch yo step
These red bottoms cost me a future
Don't touch my wrist
This AP froze like a cooler
These niggas hoes
They only tough over computers
That goofy act like he own
But he really a loser
Why I always wear this chain? 'Cause
It cost me a fortune
Why yo bitch freakin' on me?
'Cause I'm fuckin' important
She see the ice on my neck
See the splash on my wrist
Sloppy toppy, take her home
Then you give her a kiss
Niggas hatin' in my comments but
I keep gettin' riches
The only niggas that'll hate
Got no profile picture
'Cause you a lame, you a fuckin' stain'
You should be ashamed
You be cappin' like you shootin'
You ain't even got no aim
I ain't really with the beefin'
'less I'm gettin' a check
Cashed out, put 25K on my neck
Yo bitch told me told me
"Come over" told her, "Gimme a sec"
Speedin' in the i8, almost got in a wreck
Skrt, skrt! Ring, ring- "Be here by eleven"
I told her, "Why you rushin' me? I'll be
There in a second"
I walked in, she butt naked
Then I fucked her to seven
I asked her why she keep cheatin'-
"'Cause my ex is a peasant"

I got a lot of blue money, new money is racks
Do a show, gimme cash
I ain't payin' no tax
I copped the racks for the day
And I counted up ten
Put them racks real estate
Multiply it by ten
Niggas subtweet me, I'ont never get tagged
Why you worried about me
Go and get you a bag
These niggas broke, no money, miss meals
They weak forty hours at yo job
Wouldn't equal my feet, bitch

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