Dozen Dimes

[Hook]
Yeah, shout out YUNGBRAD man
You know we be on the block
Bitch! (x4)

[Hook]
I'm smoking biscotti I know that shit stank
Armani my body can't even complain
I feel like Lil Romeo dad with the tank
She got a little body, she got a good brain
I'm finna run up the sack like today
That nigga lying, he not getting paid
All of my shit, it be rare like a steak
I getting top, I'm with you bae
That nigga wife beater like Joe Budden
Catching the fade, lil nigga be buzzin'
Cooking the curry like I play with Cousins
Say you getting money nigga you wasn't
Gripping her waste, I feel like her husband
All of my bitches they be dime, a dozen
Fat Joe, I turn nothing to something
Beating the pot til it caught it a concussion
All of my niggas they walk with the fye
Say he "that nigga" but that nigga lied
Thought he was winning but that shit was tied
JR I be gone off the Henny
Mixing that shit like I studied the chemistry
None of the bitches you're fucking was meant for me
Shoutout to your bitch she'll always be there for me
How to be a player, bitch I'm Bill Bellamy

[Verse]
I'm in the street like it's Sesame
Run in the trap and I swear it's the death of me
All of the shit that you talking won't get to me
Swear to God all these niggas be dead to me
Up the choppa, it ain't up for discussion
ER, all my niggas they rush you
Shawty she eating my dick like a russian
Smoking that shit and I'm coughing so much I might need me some Tussin

[Hook]
I'm smoking biscotti I know that shit stank
Armani my body can't even complain
I feel like Lil Romeo dad with the tank
She got a little body, she got a good brain
I'm finna run up the sack like today
That nigga lying, he not getting paid
All of my shit, it be rare like a steak
I getting top, I'm with you bae
That nigga wife beater like Joe Budden
Catching the fade, lil nigga be buzzin'
Cooking the curry like I play with Cousins
Say you getting money nigga you wasn't
Gripping her waste, I feel like her husband
All of my bitches they be dime, a dozen
Fat Joe, I turn nothing to something
Beating the pot til it caught it a concussion
All of my niggas they walk with the fye
Say he "that nigga" but that nigga lied
Thought he was winning but that shit was tied
JR I be gone off the Henny
Mixing that shit like I studied the chemistry
None of the bitches you're fucking was meant for me
Shoutout to your bitch she'll always be there for me
How to be a player, bitch I'm Bill Bellamy