Mr Brown

[Verse 1]
Last tape I told these niggas where I got my name from
Had to make another one so they can't get my name wrong
I still drop a nigga for my main dons
And I still can't tell these little niggas where I got my caine from
They say I only talk about figures
You're some bitch boys, sitting round and talking bout niggas
Talk about me, you better talk about killers
Talk about them donnies with their fingers on the triggers
Cutting up the packs, I had my finger on the scissors
Hands on my food, I've got my finger on the dinner
Your missus in the whip, getting fingered in the Bimma
Then she gave me head for an hour
Niggas phone my phone for the Z's of the flour
Yeah or maybe the dark one
Ain't got a banging line nigga, better start one
Thinking bout all my dead niggas while I spark one

[Hook]
All these hoes call me (Mr Brown)
All these bitches call me (Mr Brown)
All these hoes call me (Mr Brown)
Okay, okay (Mr Brown)
All these hoes call me (Mr Brown)
All these bitches call me (Mr Brown)
All these hoes call me (Mr Brown)

[Verse 2]
Address me as Mr., left a couple racks with your sister
Counting money till I get a blister
Just got a call back, thumbs up for the picture
I told my nigga "Look, it's all in the mixture"
I just wanna see my niggas get richer
So when we shine fam we symphonise
Didn't have the best resources, had to improvise
Back to the cold roads on that winter grind
They say my music makes 'em want to start a line
Didn't have no handouts so I started mine
I was on the streets by myself
Yeah the name B Brown, yeah it speaks for itself
The new seats got me looking so clean
Probably why your baby mother's so keen
They heard I break bread with the whole team
That's why these fucking hoes scream

[Hook]
All these hoes call me (Mr Brown)
All these bitches call me (Mr Brown)
All these hoes call me (Mr Brown)
Okay, okay (Mr Brown)
All these hoes call me (Mr Brown)
All these bitches call me (Mr Brown)
All these hoes call me (Mr Brown)