What you mean?
Built this shit all me
With no team
Still at the top of the league
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mm-Yeah, yeah
What you mean?
Built this shit all me
With no team
Still at the top of the league
Nigga try run up on me
Turn his ass into a leaf
Ain't worried 'bout hoes I got four figures on my feet
Yeah, Louis down
By the pound
(De)signer on me from the ceiling to the ground
Got a text from mama, "watch them niggas you be round"
But I be round bitches, take em shopping, slut 'em out
What I spend on just my closet you can't even count, boy
I blow your rent on like one tshirt, small amount, boy
I'm sipping on champagne I can't even pronounce
Out in London Town, you know what the f*ck I'm 'bout
What you mean?
Built this shit all me
With no team
Still at the top of the league
Nigga try run up on me
Turn his ass into a leaf
Ain't worried 'bout hoes I got four figures on my feet
What you mean?
Niggas speaking on me ain't got green
While I'm laughing out the bank yeah I'm a fiend
It's a baller scene
Every single time I'm stepping outside with the team
You aint never kicked it with me
You tell niggas we homies
I can tell you ain't one of us by the way you dress
Nigga you looking too homeless
All my niggas really ball hard we come up the court like Gilbert Arenas
All we ever do is stand on business
I crush a perc in the wock and it straight turn me to a real muhf*cking demon
Hollup, wait
Wock what?
Let me tell you bout the feeling
Neck to my arms numb numb
I can hear my thoughts
Say what I'm doing wrong
Really i cant do no wrongs
Long as i keep getting money and putting my niggas on
What you mean?
Built this shit all me
With no team
Still at the top of the league
Nigga try run up on me
Turn his ass into a leaf
Ain't worried 'bout hoes I got four figures on my feet
(Bitch!)
Ya ROE - Whatchumean (feat. Monty999) Lyrics
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What you mean?
Built this shit all me
With no team
Still at the top of the league
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mm-Yeah, yeah
What you mean?
Built this shit all me
With no team
Still at the top of the league
Nigga try run up on me
Turn his ass into a leaf
Ain't worried 'bout hoes I got four figures on my feet
Yeah, Louis down
By the pound
(De)signer on me from the ceiling to the ground
Got a text from mama, "watch them niggas you be round"
But I be round bitches, take em shopping, slut 'em out
What I spend on just my closet you can't even count, boy
I blow your rent on like one tshirt, small amount, boy
I'm sipping on champagne I can't even pronounce
Out in London Town, you know what the f*ck I'm 'bout
What you mean?
Built this shit all me
With no team
Still at the top of the league
Nigga try run up on me
Turn his ass into a leaf
Ain't worried 'bout hoes I got four figures on my feet
What you mean?
Niggas speaking on me ain't got green
While I'm laughing out the bank yeah I'm a fiend
It's a baller scene
Every single time I'm stepping outside with the team
You aint never kicked it with me
You tell niggas we homies
I can tell you ain't one of us by the way you dress
Nigga you looking too homeless
All my niggas really ball hard we come up the court like Gilbert Arenas
All we ever do is stand on business
I crush a perc in the wock and it straight turn me to a real muhf*cking demon
Hollup, wait
Wock what?
Let me tell you bout the feeling
Neck to my arms numb numb
I can hear my thoughts
Say what I'm doing wrong
Really i cant do no wrongs
Long as i keep getting money and putting my niggas on
What you mean?
Built this shit all me
With no team
Still at the top of the league
Nigga try run up on me
Turn his ass into a leaf
Ain't worried 'bout hoes I got four figures on my feet
(Bitch!)
Built this shit all me
With no team
Still at the top of the league
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mm-Yeah, yeah
What you mean?
Built this shit all me
With no team
Still at the top of the league
Nigga try run up on me
Turn his ass into a leaf
Ain't worried 'bout hoes I got four figures on my feet
Yeah, Louis down
By the pound
(De)signer on me from the ceiling to the ground
Got a text from mama, "watch them niggas you be round"
But I be round bitches, take em shopping, slut 'em out
What I spend on just my closet you can't even count, boy
I blow your rent on like one tshirt, small amount, boy
I'm sipping on champagne I can't even pronounce
Out in London Town, you know what the f*ck I'm 'bout
What you mean?
Built this shit all me
With no team
Still at the top of the league
Nigga try run up on me
Turn his ass into a leaf
Ain't worried 'bout hoes I got four figures on my feet
What you mean?
Niggas speaking on me ain't got green
While I'm laughing out the bank yeah I'm a fiend
It's a baller scene
Every single time I'm stepping outside with the team
You aint never kicked it with me
You tell niggas we homies
I can tell you ain't one of us by the way you dress
Nigga you looking too homeless
All my niggas really ball hard we come up the court like Gilbert Arenas
All we ever do is stand on business
I crush a perc in the wock and it straight turn me to a real muhf*cking demon
Hollup, wait
Wock what?
Let me tell you bout the feeling
Neck to my arms numb numb
I can hear my thoughts
Say what I'm doing wrong
Really i cant do no wrongs
Long as i keep getting money and putting my niggas on
What you mean?
Built this shit all me
With no team
Still at the top of the league
Nigga try run up on me
Turn his ass into a leaf
Ain't worried 'bout hoes I got four figures on my feet
(Bitch!)
Writer: Anthony Adokuru, Abel Ogbiti
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid