Na’kel Smith
LETTERMAN
[Verse]
I'm the type of n***a, got my name on my letterman
Real player in the game, fuck the fame, dollars be reeling in
Big bags, if we can't relate then we can't chit-chat
Homie n***as hate to smell the bitch all on you
Mad 'cause I got it by my lonely
When a n***a really needed helping hands, all they did was cold shoulders
Nah, n***a give a fuck if mama get a Rover
Make 'em sad when I get the Cullinan, come with the chauffer
I do [?] you could read it out in boulders
Geekеd up, working through the night, don't need no Folgers
Be tough, wе'll bring it your door like we Jehovahs
But the witnesses, they always notice us, that's how you know we up
Fuck that, I'm just tryna turn the party up
Fuck all that, I'm tryna turn the party up
Fuck all of that bullshit, now I'm tryna turn the party up
Now I'm tryna turn the party up
This bottle [?] you can't sit with us
Shawty think I'm cool, now she in the mood to lick it up
Only thing she told me 'bout her dude, he wanna flick it up
I'm tryna talk to you tough bro, stop being rude and hurry up
Now she asking if I wanna fight 'em both, ain't no pussy
[?] on yo coochie
[?] make a movie
Don't be surprised if I [?] I'm chasing loose leaf
I've got money on my mind, money, money on my mental
Cold heart, one to talk 'bout your bitch in a swimsuit
Dinner plate, white line, your bitch one of them too
[?]
You could be my supermodel, I don't need no Kendall
Treat her like a dog, I'ma do her like a brindle
Ride me like a hog, pop a wheelie, bring your friends through
[?]
Know that I'm the shit, play like I didn't knew
[?] but I got the gas flew
[?] how I floor right past you
Ay, I'ma show 'em what this cash do
I'ma show 'em what this cash do
I'ma show 'em