Godly ft. Binnladyn Lyrics

Nelly Da Dolly

I’m godly, I’m relevant

Hoes is irrelevant

I’m Keyshia Cole, Heaven sent

Bitch, I’m with Michael and bubbles in Neverland

I had a dream I was counting up dividends

I had a dream I was counting up racks

Got it out the mud, the city on my back

Stack it up, stack it up

Stack it up, stacks

I’m with bad bitches in the back of a lac

I’m in the trap and I’m copping a trap pack

I’m in the city with a pretty Louis back-pack, sack pack

Got you for ya gat? Won’t get ya gat back

The shit y’all be talking is rap cap, Cap Rap

Pull up on ya block with a BIG MAC

Pull up in ya city looking pretty and saditty

BIG FACTS

I took her nigga, they like “why you did that?”

Say that she better, but is her music that?

Nobody knows you, they like “who is that?”

Send some lil niggas to find where you live at

I know your moves, I know what you did last

Bitch, watch your back

Don’t go missing from kidnap

Bitch, watch your back don’t go missing for ransom

I got a nigga and he looking so handsome

If a bitch try to touch him, she might get these hands some

Shoot at her feet, make the Lil Bitch dance some

Beat her fair square now she throwing a tantrum

Hating ass bitches, I never did care for them

Pull up on ya block, spin ya block with the Tommy gun

Broke ass niggas, I never did care for them

Pull up on ya block, spin ya block with the glock

A hundred on the dash, do the race on the opps

The hustle don’t stop

Bitch, I’m still ducking cops

I know when I drop that a bitch gon’ jock

I know when I drop that a bitch gon’ bop

I know when I drop that a bitch gon’ pop

I know when she drop that the bitch gon’ flop

If you selling good dope, then a bitch gon’ cop

Beat her fair square now she throwing a tantrum

Hating ass bitches, I never did care for them

Pull up on ya block, spin ya block with the Tommy gun

Broke ass niggas, I never did care for them

Pull up on ya block, spin ya block with the glock

A hundred on the dash, do the race on the opps

The hustle don’t stop

Bitch, I’m still ducking cops and I know when I drop that a bitch gon’ jock

I know when I drop that a bitch gon’ bop

I know when I drop that a bitch gon’ pop

I know when she drop that the bitch gon’ flop

If you selling good dope, then a bitch gon’ cop, AYE

Barbie the body I’m godly on gang tho

Look threw the peephole like you cannot hang hoe

I got the cheat code, we all playing four corners

Mothered you hoes, let me know when your games over

I had a dream I was counting up big bucks

I had a dream I was counting up stacks

Got it out the mud, the city on my back

Stack it up, stack it up

Stack it up, Stacks

I’m with the gang in the back of a Beamer

Love me a chocolate nigga with a Cesar

I like my coffee, I’m good on the creamer

Yesterday morning, I found out I’m a creamer

If I’m with child, then you going on Springer

My bitches pretty, a whole bunch of keepers

You bitches ugly, a whole bunch of Lemurs

Taahhh

Here we go

Pick it up, pick it up, bank roll bank closed, run me the peso

Draco, lay low

I got a shooter on deck, and he on go

Got a nigga on deck, and his wrist froze

Got a new Nigga on deck with a big pole

Got a new Nigga on deck

Yeah, it’s lit hoe

Pockets unravel and change fall out

Bitch, I get money

I’m wet in a drought

Get the fuck from me, what set is you bout?

Stroke game was trash, I tossed him out

I gotta dash fuck, you talking bout?

Nothing, but hundreds in my account

Look at you nervous, what’s your amount?

Ride his face

I hit the door, I’m out

I’m trynna see what your nigga about

Tell him I love him, I did it for clout

Marketing strategy, figured it out

Smoke gas by the pound, I’m a Rasta

Big ol’ glizzy, I’m a shotta

In your city like mañana

I ride the dick like carvana

Don’t get hit with a stick, it’s a set up

Y’all ain’t rapping like us, keep your head up

Y’all ain’t rapping like us keep your head up