Bruce WaYnE Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Lynks, Lynks, Lynks, Lynks

Wake up five in the morning and I'm sippin' on D'usse

I'ma go get my bag, I don't care what you say

I got on Richard Milli I look richer by the day

Hop in a batmobile got me feeling like Bruce Wayne, yeah

Swallow the perk, I'm about to go insane, yeah

Two-tone whips, I'm about to go paint em

You got no drip on your shirt, out here looking like a lame, yeah

Out there doin' all that talkin', come say it in my face, yeah

Hop in a batmobile got me feelin' like Bruce Wayne,

I'ma go get my bag, I don't care what you say

Wake up five in the morning and I'm sippin' on D' usse

I got on Richard milli, I look richer by the day

yeah, yeah, get out the crib and we poppin' (turn up, turn up, yeah)

I really be doin' this rap shit (c'mon, c'mon, yeah)

I'm makin' money livin' lavish

I don't give a fuck what you say, lil bro you can jump on my dick with some passion

Pop out the cut with a different hoe

We got many women in that mansion

I go through the pain to do entertainment

So I'm finna' pop a pill

Catch me at the club on a Thursday, I'll be a new man, finna' be in a different wheel

Brown plastic, Benjamins, those are my favourite bills

She pregnant

Ayy, aiye mi te mi ba mi

She's what

She pregnant

Pre-gnant

Ahh, apostle will hear of this, Jesu

Wake up five in the morning and I'm sippin' on D'usse

I'ma go get my bag, I don't care what you say

I got on Richard Milli I look richer by the day

Hop in a batmobile got me feeling like Bruce Wayne, yeah

Swallow the perk, I'm about to go insane, yeah

Two-tone whips, I'm about to go paint em

You got no drip on your shirt, out here looking like a lame, yeah

Out there doin' all that talkin', come say it in my face, yeah

Hop in a batmobile got me feelin' like Bruce Wayne,

I'ma go get my bag, I don't care what you say

Wake up five in the morning and I'm sippin' on D' usse

I got on Richard milli, I look richer by the day (by the day)

Got on Richard milli, I look richer by the day

Boutta' stack these bands, money longer than a train

You gangy or not, all of my niggas they playin' their part

When I pull up, they look like they hate me or something

Stackin' these bands, I don't beg your pardon

Lock her up, throw away these keys

I don't wanna kiss, I just want the ransom

Shawty out here sucking me

She wanna have my kids, she calling me handsome

And you know we getting money, we got dem' big pockets

Pull out here with a beta pass I a'int letting you in I'm just being honest