Plies - Neimans lyrics

Hunnid bands for a kilo, nigga

I don’t like to tongue wrestle
I just hop out with the pole
Y’all was sittin’ in Sunday school
I was scrapping it out the bowl
Still, represent the struggle
So I ain’t taking out my golds
I don’t did a lot of thangs
But I ain’t never cuffed a hoe
How he still you favorite rapper all
Them lies he done told
How you still make her your lady
All them dick she done road
He ain’t gone bust a grape or let nothing
Die because he ain’t with the smoke
Hate to see me eating out her
‘cus he just really broke
Please don’t let this rich shit fool you
Get me wrong then I’m pissin you
Ask me why I don’t answer my phone because
I don’t get no service in the trenches
I just counted 700 bands
Damn near got me dizzy
When I’m in the DMV pull up
On you like I’m Glizzy
Yeah, the streets chose me
I ain’t pay for a buzz
For you show a nigga the game
Check his paperwork first
You ain’t silent, you ain’t thorough
You can’t never get a verse
You ain’t bae, you ain’t wifey
You can’t never get a purse

If you lookin’ for me
I’m probably up at the counter up in Neiman
If you make my toes curl
Ima let you ball in Neiman
I ain’t never slippin’, dog
Got the pole tucked in Neiman
Yes, sir, no, sir
That’s how they talk to me in Neiman

Ten rooms, six bathrooms
Guess I’m kinda living
Dolce Gabbana from head to toe
Guess I’m kind of dripping
I can’t rock out with no ceiling
Fans ‘cus I got vaulted ceilings
You can’t never break my heart, baby
Because I ain’t got no feelings
Put my hand over my heart and
Pledge allegiance to the bag
If I got to die bout something it
Be my family and the cash
Keep my money in my hand because
My wad is too big
Stuck my thumb in her butt because
My rod was too big

If you lookin’ for me
I’m probably up at the counter up in Neiman
If you make my toes curl
Ima let you ball in Neiman
I ain’t never slippin’, dog
Got the pole tucked in Neiman
Yes, sir, no, sir
That’s how they talk to me in Neiman

Riddin’ round with all this cash in my
Car be feelin’ like I’m traffickin’
Ask me was her Becky good
I told her it was immaculate
Ask me as her box fire
Told her I’ll be back again
Ain’t nobody hatin’ on you, guess what
You ain't poppin’ then
I fell asleep counting c notes
I woke up getting deep throat
I’m the only nigga that give the streets hope
Playin’ with the numbers get you Debo’d
11 cars totals, 3 cribs I ain’t cappin’, bruh
Lil bitch called me back to back
I swear that shit be tappin’, bruh
Last watch was plain Jane
I just put some stones in it
I ain’t miss no money
All my showers they got phones in’em
My baby I the Bahamas
So I’m on my way to Nassau
Told me she just like speed
So I just bought a fast​ car
The bag got me feeling like I’m Bron, Bron
I’m just up in Neiman go dumb, dumb