Dame Lillard Lyrics

I can't trip over no hoe, I'm too busy counting up

And if my opp don't want no static shit I guess you outta luck

Seven hoes up in my telly, I can't even pick which one

About bout my paper and my bitches shit just know I get it done

And don't come up innis party on my sista I'm gone shoot

Opps call, shit we jumpin in tht striker out the roof

Nevermind we caught him lackin took his shit and took his boo

They like maine when you get money I'm like shit dis nun new

We got shots up innis whip and we ian talkin bout no liquor

Dats yo bitch, you can have her I don't want her I just hit her

Shit I really miss my ex so should I text her"bitch I miss you"

Papercuts dem bitches hurt when I count money I get splinters

Ion really do dis shit but shit right na I'm on my skilla flow

Ah give go I pass dis bitch to shorty like ah pick and roll

You niggas broke I'm blowing thru dis money like ah piccolo

Ain't no talkin like you havin boy not you and yo niggas know

Brody talkin out his neck I told him fuck ah 43

You niggas talking ian worried mannn what yall do to me

All these hoes just keep on comin I can't fuck if it ain't free

You want my style but you can't have it bitch it's only one of me

Niggas steady on my dick I told em chill, dats yo bitch job

I'm tired of hearing niggas run dey mouth when y'all just dick ride

Hoes tryna fuck me and my opps but they can't switch sides

Come and try it, same day we spinning back just like ah zip line

He ain't got his mag wit em, yea we got sum cash nigga

Last nigga played with 346 he caught ah ass whipping

Yeah I hit yo bitch but ian say cause ion brag nigga

All I do is grind so shit I flew up dem I past niggas

Livin' lavish, when I got to bed I'm keeping on my chain

Call me prince cause everytime I catch ah opp I make it rain

Niggas broke I can't relate, ian tryna feel yo pain

Brody emptied out his clip now it got zero like he Dame nigga