Drakeo The Ruler - Neiman & Marcus Don’t Know You lyrics
[Drakeo The Ruler - Neiman & Marcus Don’t Know You lyrics]
Princess cuts on my wrist like an emo bitch
Done mud walked in Neimans twice
I don't need no help
This forty bulging on my hip
I don't need no belt
Luke Skywalkin', pints caulkin'
I'm an addict
Come get slippy with the knock knock bandit's
The Stinkmeaner, come supply my Grammys
I guess that's a double whammy
Niggas be talking all this money and
This fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga, Neiman and Marcus don't even know you
Niggas talkin' all these coupes
Where the dash? Where your logo?
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Niggas be talking all this money and
This fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga, Neiman and Marcus don't even know you
Niggas talkin' all these coupes
Where the dash? Where your logo?
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Clown niggas, niggas be actors
An F&N in Bally jeans for fashion
These niggas act up
I'm whamming niggas in traffic
You can't run that far
I'm driving the Nascar
I'm blatant if I'm pagan shit, nigga
If it's vacancy man down, tape the scene
Blood on my Maison sneaks
They can see, play with me
We ain't finna make a scene
You ain't gettin' bread so you
Hate on me basically
Big bank uchies on the dashboard and the sink
The last one was off a stink
High as fuck off the stink
Wired up, hard to blink
Niggas need they offering
Niggas just be poppin' it
The grey bags is all around
Niggas be talking all this money and
This fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga, Neiman and Marcus don't even know you
Niggas talkin' all these coupes
Where the dash? Where your logo?
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Niggas be talking all this money and
This fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga, Neiman and Marcus don't even know you
Niggas talkin' all these coupes
Where the dash? Where your logo?
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Niggas be doin' all this popping and all
This fly shit and all that
Talking about all these coupes and
All this shit niggas driving
Back of your Snapchat, nigga, '96 Volvo
Niggas talkin' all that
Poppin' all that fly shit and all that shit
All that shit on Pro Tools and all that
That shit sound good
See a nigga in person, nigga
In them busted ass Air Forces
Motherfuckers yellow at the bottom
Niggas, niggas just poppin' that shit though
Nigga all that boosting niggas doing, nigga
Come on, fool, all that stealing
And shit niggas doing, fool
Acting like they blowing bands and
All that, come on, fool
We know you, the window-shopper
Nigga, you know
Nigga, nigga, Neiman and Marcus
Don't even know you, ugh