Van Cleef Lyrics

They pull me in, they started giving me all kinds of questions

You know, this and that

He says, oh, uh, so what are you going to tell us tough guy

My usual, zero, nothing

I tell you, fuck

He said, no, you're going to tell me something today, tough, right

I said, all right, I'll tell you something

Go fuck your mother

Can you turn this up?

Never needed a vouch but shit, gone head ask em

Ask em how I got a bag and flew right past em

Ask em what I really done did for these niggas

They probably won't admit it, but God is my witness

Ask how much they made when I put them on that road

Ask them was I really on the East pushing bows

Ask the last time niggas heard I was broke

They probably wouldn't answer shit, because I don't even know

You would've thought this hoe was blind the way she feeling me

Bro, spent a buck in Icebox off methamphetamine

Tell a hook I'm Muslim if they ask about me selling beans

This should tell you something, I ain't been broke since I was 17

Y'all don't give y'all hoes shit, I tease em with some Van Cleef

Every hoe know my life lit if they fucked with me

If you ain't talking business, then I don't want your company

24 hours in a day, broke niggas get no sympathy

Come shop, if you need it, guess who got it

I don't do fronts, nigga come with all deposits

Rubber band knots, can't do shit with a wallet

Bout to buy out Neiman's, aww shit, this my closet

Got a bag and took off, help your mans, he look lost

Something like a vendor, hit the sto with the sauce

I done made more money off State Farm than Chris Paul

Old school with it, step out of line and get chalked

Cuz think he a barber, he be clipping niggas

How these niggas drop out of school and they finished niggas?

Went crazy off my UK Bin, that shit different, innit it

Jack boys know you a sucker, so they get the licking

Never needed a vouch but shit, gone head ask em

Ask em how I got a bag and flew right past em

Ask em what I really done did for these niggas

They probably won't admit it, but God is my witness

Ask how much they made when I put them on that road

Ask them was I really on the East pushing bows

Ask the last time niggas heard I was broke

They probably wouldn't answer shit, because I don't even know

So now I'm coming around, you know

I start to come out of it

Who do I see in front of me

This big prick again

He says, oh, what do you want to tell me now, tough guy

I said, Bing, what are you doing here

I thought I told you to go fuck your mother