Neiman Marcus Lyrics

Still eating good, 100 dollar steaks

Up in Neiman Marcus, they don't even know yo name

Bitch it's otf, put my lil brothers on my face

Sitting niggas down, G gon put him in his place

Duh milo did the beat, nigga what u mean?

I ain't never lacking, see the thirty in my jeans

Gi shoot like curry, got a thirty on my team

If I'm walking down, why the fuck I need a beam?

If im hopping out, Ima probably leave the car running

If a nigga broke, why the fuck I needa start something?

You can't be around

Cause if they come, you won't park none

Brother too high, what the fuck i gotta park for him

Still sipping lean, i thought that I was done with it

I just want her for the night, im just trynna have some fun wit it

Cut a couple niggas off, couldn't see no love in em

Hit her on the first night, and you put yo tounge in her

If I walk em down, ima do the NLE

Ashing in the cup holders, In the GLE

Yo bitch she my gun holder, put it in her

You don't gotta choice, you gon listen when I speak

You don't gotta choice, you gon die you speak on Steve

Bought her a pink Glock, cause her favorite color pink

Make her jaw lock, ion care if she can't breathe

Make her jaw lock, ion care if she can't breathe

Still eating good, 100 dollar steaks

Up in Neiman Marcus, they don't even know yo name

Bitch it's otf, put my lil brothers on my face

Sitting niggas down, G gon put him in his place

Duh milo did the beat, nigga what u mean?

I ain't never lacking, see the thirty in my jeans

Gi shoot like curry, got a thirty on my team

If I'm walking down, why the fuck I need a beam?