Daniel Payne - 400 Buck$ Lyrics

Hey man these instruments man kno'talmbout
Instruments to get the bitches man kno'talmbout
For real man you know but uh its cute kno'talmbout
But its not our world, its not our world
I just spend four hundred bucks on this
Just to be like nigga you ain't up on this
And I can't even pronounce this shit
All I know is nigga you ain't got this shit
I just blew some racks on this
Just to make you want to go take back your shit
Then I drop eight hundred bucks on this
Just to be like nigga you ain't up on this
Gucci hat, bally shoes
Versace belt hold up my trues
Tom Ford frames and Fendi too
You can't afford it, I'm better than you
Straight to the point bitch watch me stunt
Get a picture from the back and one from the front
I want all my haters to see I got on the shit that they want
Look at my feet, you ain't got these
These Jordan 5's, they deadstock
Your bitch see me in the club
She gon' give me that mouth make her head bop
Next day, exclusive Givenchy, Ferragamo and Fendi
Coming down Azure Bentley
You say its rented, you hating because you aint in it
Take your bitch I'm straight pimpin'
I introduced her to Prada
You had her in Michael Kors, I copped her Balenciaga
You can keep them regular hoes
All I f*ck is top models
Hermes bag, heels come from Guiseppe Zanotti
Put her in designer I can smash whenever I want to
You ain't spending no money thats why these bad bitches don't want you
Broke niggas call it tricking, I just call it leverage
Pouring up this Ace of Spade
No nigga this ain't no regular beverage
I just spend four hundred bucks on this
Just to be like nigga you ain't up on this
And I can't even pronounce this shit
All I know is nigga you ain't got this shit
I just blew some racks on this
Just to make you want to go take back your shit
Then I drop eight hundred bucks on this
Just to be like nigga you ain't up on this
F*ck what you say I'm gon ball
For the days I ain't have nothing at all
When them bad hoes I had my number
But none of them wanted to text or call
Was it 'cause I was lame, hell nah
'Cause I ain't never been that
Could it be when I came through, I ain't have enough flash
I ain't flex on them hard enough
And they thought I ain't have enough cash
In a white tee, she slow played me
Put on Louis, on my dick fast
Then I had to think, ain't none of that bullshit 'bout me
Why is it that these clothes help boost up our self esteem
Spend our whole check 2 bands, shoes, shirts and jeans
Leased a new Benz now got 50 eleven new friends
All this to impress folks who could care less if we live or die
Hate to sound so gloom and doom
But its the truth and I can't tell lies
So many got it all, put together on the outside
But lost as f*ck, broke and fake as hell on the inside
I think we getting pimped
Just making them white folks more rich
Give 'em all our money but we don't own none of this shit
I just spend four hundred bucks on this
Just to be like nigga you ain't up on this
And I can't even pronounce this shit
All I know is nigga you ain't got this shit
I just blew some racks on this
Just to make you want to go take back your shit
Then I drop eight hundred bucks on this
Just to be like nigga you ain't up on this
You know some of these niggas
If they outlawed Bentley's and Jags and Benzes tomorrow
They'll cut they throat 'cause they can't get a bitch man
They can't get a bitch without that shit kno'talmbout
Buy hey man you know
When you true to it, people gon' see that you true to it
You know, you ain't got to have new shoes
Just keep them hoes clean man
You ain't got to have 20's man
You can have some 10's as long as them hoes clean man
Nam'sayin', already