Clientele ft. Runitup Alpha Lyrics

Yeah

Tell me what you need

We got all exotic flavors 24 a piece

He ain't my manz you know i'm putting tax on everything

He hit my phone it ain't bout money i just let it ring

My clientele be too legit i don't be serving fiends

I spend a nigga rent on fits i love designer jeans

My nigga sick he wipe ya nose and leave it slimey green

A bnb wit hella hoes they gotta fuck the team

Go ask ya hoe we lit fr she'll tell you everything

So much trees like evergreen

I'm the nigga everybody fall on i still ride wit felonies

Nigga you old and washed up why tf i'm listening to shit you tellin me

Free my niggas that's fighting them cases and fighting the seat

He owe me bread and i popped up

Lil ass boy get chalked up

I know him and my uncle opps

So i'm fuckin on his daughter

Smart ass bitch got crazy top like what df they taught ha

So much shit to get to the top

Cant go back to the bottom

I'm never missing the grind i'm always on it

She wanna see me every day but i gotta see this money

I just open up my safe whenever i feel lonely

Aint have no money to my name them niggas shitted on me

Tables turnt

Now they bitches on me

Tell me what you need

We got all exotic flavors 24 a piece

He ain't my manz you know i'm putting tax on everything

He hit my phone it ain't bout money i just let it ring

My clientele be too legit i don't be serving fiends

I spend a nigga rent on fits i love designer jeans

My nigga sick he wipe ya nose and leave it slimey green

A bnb wit hella hoes they gotta fuck the team

Go ask ya hoe we lit fr she'll tell you everything

Clientele too legit i could serve em without the heat

Me and johnny b 200 p's going east

Country boy he cash em out 2000 a piece

Nigga ran off wit a g

He be gone by da evening

New piece aquafina

Gave chris 100 g's

We locked in like a dopeboy and a fiend

In the trap i'm a pioneer first

Young nigga put a thousand pounds in the air

Made so much money

Niggas think i'm up off free cheese

But all this off the vacuum seal

Street shit getting all real

Niggas run off

Apply pressure

They getting the squeal

My shooter keep begging me to drill

Tell me what you need

We got all exotic flavors 24 a piece

He ain't my manz you know i'm putting tax on everything

He hit my phone it ain't bout money i just let it ring

My clientele be too legit i don't be serving fiends

I spend a nigga rent on fits i love designer jeans

My nigga sick he wipe ya nose and leave it slimey green

A bnb wit hella hoes they gotta fuck the team

Go ask ya hoe we lit fr she'll tell you everything