Lyrics Iscream - Bodega Bamz

You don't bet against Bamz, shit
I'm the best, hands down, never had a hand out
You don't bet against Bamz
I'm a all-in type of player, uh, yeah
I might be in the wrong era
I might be in the wrong era, so
I told you, man, I told you
Looky here, hear what I gotta deal with
Make the type of music that you deal with
Every drug dealer need a soundtrack, uh
I'm not a big fan of the new wave, uh
I just wanna get paid, uh
Everybody lyin' nowadays, that's the truth
Pop a few pills then they ready for the booth
Sweet like vanilla, they ain't ready for the scoop (whoa)
Did the four door, now I'm ready for the coupe, ooh
Colder than a igloo
Your mom should've swallowed you, left you in the NICU
You stupid fuck
You ain't thinkin' clear, Crystal (yeah)
Same niggas with you, they won't even miss you
Uh, that's a fun fact, Snapple
Preyin' on my enemies, meet me in the chapel (yeah, woop)
Up and down Spanish Harlem when I
used to battle niggas (get 'em, Nate)
Now I'm makin' movies, shorty playin' with my action figure
Kawasaki ninja met the lime green Balenciagas, uh
Independent major money
We don't own shit, why you savin' money?
First you fall in love, now you hatin' money?
What's up, money? (money!)
You don't bet against Bamz, shit
I'm the best, hands down, never had a hand out
You don't bet against Bamz
I'm a all-in type of player, aw, yeah
I might be in the wrong era
I might be in the wrong era, so, what
Looky here what I gotta deal with
Make the type of music that you deal with
Every drug dealer need a soundtrack, uh
I'm not a big fan of the new wave, uh
I just wanna get paid, uh
Everybody lyin' nowadays, that's the truth
Pop a few pills then they ready for the booth
Sweet like vanilla, they ain't ready for the scoop
Did the four door, now I'm ready for the coupe, ooh
You stupid fuck
I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me
I told you, don't fuckin'—
You stupid fuck
Doors up like a wrist cut
If I sign the deal, man, they better bring the Brinks truck
I've done the unthinkable
So you gotta give me double any number that you think of
Got the East on fire
Lookin' for a fix and you wanna get higher
I'm the man, the provider
I'm the one that supply ya suppliers, ooh
Ten thou' for the china
I don't do takeout unless I got a rival
I don't pay mind to-
Broke people all got tunnel vision, never use the side view, ooh
If it's trouble that you lookin' for then bring it on, ooh
If you pullin' out the hammer then you let it off, ooh
I ain't dissin', goin' back and forth with rappers
Makin' songs that don't make money, ooh
Don't be fake money, ooh
You don't bet against Bamz, shit (get 'em, Nate)
I'm the best, hands down, never had a hand out (yeah)
You don't bet against Bamz (right)
I'm a all-in type of player, aw, yeah
I might be in the wrong era
I might be in the wrong era, so (ha ha, yeah, Nate)
Looky here what I gotta deal with (talk yo' shit)
Make the type of music that you deal with (woop)
Every drug dealer need a soundtrack, ooh
I'm not a big fan of the new wave, ooh
I just wanna get paid, ooh (ooh)
Everybody lyin' nowadays, that's the truth (right)
Pop a few pills then they ready for the booth (okay)
Sweet like vanilla, they ain't ready for the scoop (scoop)
Did the four door, now I'm ready for the coupe, ooh (ooh)