DOW JONES Lyrics

I just be, I just be aye

I just be, I just be aye

I just be, yeah

Young nigga straight outta Mechelen

Uh

I just be pimpin' and mackin' it

Pull up on her like what's happening

Dripping in all this designer wear

Shit you ain't never seen anywhere

Dow Jones paper I'm trying to make her

If she ain't a star I ain't trying to make her

Aslong as she bring me back all the paper

Kiss on her head and its all OK, love

Lately I just can't feel anything

This world got no sense of realism

Lost my emotional mechanism

I think I'm way too deep in the ISM

Big pimpin' H to the Izzo

Watch how I spazz on them for no reason

I do the dash they live in my rearview

These niggas watching all of my moves

Watching all of my moves

Bringhim he steady be on the news

Steady be on the loose

Ain't no more hanging, man fuck a noose

This for my dogs, fuck a leash

Gift from the Gods I ain't like y'all

I just be

Pimpin' and mackin' I need the back end, OK

No reenacting, came through the backdoor, OK

Nothing but net ain't none but a stack but I need

All of my racks in, uhu

I just be

I just be pimpin' and mackin' it

Pull up on her like what's happening

Dripping in all this designer wear

Shit you ain't never seen anywhere

Dow Jones paper I'm trying to make her

If she ain't a star I ain't trying to make her

Aslong as she bring me back all the paper

Kiss on her head and its all OK, love

I got the beads and seeds

Finesse me is what you won't do, mami

Stress me out you on the curb by Wednesday

Its Friday

Yeah little bitch I want it my way

High yellow bitch want it her way

But I am not with the hearsay

Jugging this

Killing that

I been getting money since I was a little adolescent

Now a nigga climbing up the ladder that's it

All this shit my momma told me should've listened

You can see the spark in my eyes

Don't tell me lies, aye

Like you don't do menage

This a gangsta party

Drinks on the guys, aye

Heeeya, heeeya, big flexer

Money for days ah

Heeeya, heeeya

Billing on me

Ask about me, I just be

Pimpin' and mackin' it

Pull up on her like what's happening

Dripping in all this designer wear

Shit you ain't never seen anywhere

Dow Jones paper I'm trying to make her

If she ain't a star I ain't trying to make her

Aslong as she bring me back all the paper

Kiss on her head and its all OK, love