J.U.S, Danny Brown - Brown Noise lyrics

Uh, yeah i need a down payment
And a remodeled basement model on my lap
She got a player on the waitlist
I did favors for niggas
Couldn't wait to say shit
Scrambled my whole brain
Skip that four piece
I need parts of that whole thang
Line around the block
Got the fiends like Soul Train
Bad hoes and swipes turn Spirit
Flights to soul plane, nigga
I'm four and a baby, folk riding with me
Got the same guns the Navy got
88 came with the extra stock
I been around a long time
I need restin' spots and a place to shop
I like my malls like the Galleria
Hermes in the Gucci sto'
My bitch like to be a diva
If she belong to the streets
Then the streets can keep her

Bitch gon' FaceTime me
Bitch, I hold my wrist up, pop my rubber band
She say "where yo' watch at?"
You right bitch, where's my Rolex?

Copped the Rollie from the pawn shop
It was non-stop
Me and my niggas cop back-to back
It was an onslaught gun cocked
You try to touch and get yo' lunch rocked
Sun stop, me and my niggas, we on the Ong Bak
Denmark, you in that whip
You get your bitch rocked
Amsterdam, we on that Summer Slam
That Killa Cam goddamn, against me and you
You get yo' shit blammed oh man
Goddamn, you disrespect, we have a shoot-out
(Shoot-out)
Bitch on my dick, that's what yo' boo 'bout
Move out, if you ain't with the crew
You gettin' threw out i knew 'bout bu
(tt) ubble gum, tell yo' bitch was blew out
Ooh wow, she got a fat ass
She gettin' flew out
Ooh wow, got them lambchops on them lollipops
Ooh wow, you ain't gettin' money
What ya talkin' 'bout? Ooh wow