Dem Brauds Say (feat. Paul Wall) - Lil Keke

Them brauds say they love me, they peeping how I play

Them brauds say they love me, they peeping how I play

Them brauds say they love me, they peeping how I play

Just tell em I’m a hustler, get money like everyday

They love the way I get it, they tell me I could get it

I tell em I’ll be back, but right now I gotta get it

That money on my mind, like a snap back or a fitted

I’m addicted to that paper, give a fuck if you offended

18 karat yellow cuban link, with 'Sacci pendants

So I’m grinding long hours, most wouldn’t recommend it

I gotta get them dollars, all them dollars where my dollars mayn

I’m all about them dollars, fuck your pictures and your follows

Them broads know how a grouch show, I spend money then I get some mo'

Pardon me if I’m moving slow, my one liter got a potent fo'

Gucci down from head to toe, my wrist glow cause my paper flow

And if ya don’t know then act like ya know, them broads love how I get that do'

I get that do'

Just tell em I’m a hustler, get money like all year

No matter what they tell ya, I promise the Don here

Them brauds say they love me, I’m serving that to em good

I keep em on they hustle, they paying me like they should

I get it ery’day, checking me while I play

It’s pimping in the building, I’m headed them brauds way

Them lakes where I stay, them hoes can run a boat

I’m knocking thangs off, and niggaz is paying note

Your chick say she want it, I’m coming to give it to her

She blowing up my phone, I promise I never knew her

The seven plus the one and the tre, is where I stay

The rubber bands popping my nigga, that’s how I play them brauds

Party in my pocket, 4−5 my rocket

Rudy T we popping, green and red blue dolphins

Clutch City where this cost me, two for fifteen mama

Naw I was just bullshitting, give me five let’s party

Feed the hoe these beans, sacrifice for the team

Scrilla packs and lean, kush square I got green

Purple haze Charlie Sheen, winning I mean

I’m balling Hakeem, into I Yao Ming

On my house 43 shit, TLC shit

Three hoes for the kid, I don’t play believe it

Never been immature, I’m a dog no leashes

I’m Emmett all cured from deep, all greens hit