Bron Bron Lyrics

Money on my Mind double up In my memory bank

I Could give a fuck what my enemies think

All this pressure on me feel like I'm Bron Bron

You groupies riding dick need some pom-poms

You ain't G you goofy Tampon

Poo-nanny ass niggas on my iPhone

Talking shit on my line but it ain't bout nothing

Money talk I can't hear you

You ain't got none!

All this gold on me look like I'm Mr. T

I be O.T grinding like Im Pusha T

Said I was Bard from the hood

But I be round the way

Cause of these bars in my hood

These niggas work for me

All the pressure on a nigga feel like Bron Bron

Ain't no love for you Niggas yeah that's long gone

Louis pull up in V

That's a Armstrong Snatch ya bitch designer drugs spilling in my ChanDon

Balenciagas on your feet they come from Hong Kong

I'm a breadwinner getting cream like a

Wonton

All that capping in your rap and get you decapitated

And hearing broke niggas talk got me aggravated

They turn Fee into a angel it left me Devastated

But every since her loss protected like them laminated

Mother of Perl oyster Perpetuating

My money sound

You never said a statement

I stayed 10 toes down that's why I'm levitating

I'm steady running these numbers up like a elevator

I'm all gas no brakes no Excelerator rookie of the year the way

I'm Ballin your player hater

Dummy I'm litty like a hologram in HD think

I'm a lick barrel to your eyebrows AD Bow

All the pressure on a nigga feel like Bron Bron

Ain't no love for you Niggas yeah that's long gone

Louis pull up in V

That's a Armstrong Snatch ya bitch designer drugs spilling in my ChanDon

2020 stepping Fresh busting stupid

Dope moves B

Ducking suckas and these groupies

No you can't fool me

That's a Axel Foley ain't a Rolli

Dummy can't fool me

Only God can judge me fuck the judge

And all this jewelry got a drip drip drip like a ceiling leak

Can't let em fuck up my Dreams while I'm Chasing like Meek

My Closes dog fucked up money and we still don't speak

Still elite how I never miss a beat

Break bread at Felipe's whole team got Pateks

Ain't got no time for the bullshit all Wrists sweep

Got a tip on the Kane Told the gang to eat

In South Beat on a 3 peat That's how I cheat Woo

All the pressure on a nigga feel like Bron Bron

Ain't no love for you Niggas yeah that's long gone

Louis pull up in V

That's a Armstrong Snatch ya bitch designer drugs spilling in my ChanDon