paroles de chanson Mr. De Niro! - Nada!

Okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
(Real DFN shit, I'm 'bout to-, real DFN)

I got the packs in bitch I've been serving your mama
I got that shit for the low
I got dinero, that little boy he got nada
She call me Nada De Niro (she call me Nada De Niro)
No I'm not one for the drama
That nigga on my dick like a condom
(That nig' on my dick like a condom)
Yeah she give me brain it make me ponder
Never lonely when money around ya

Die for nothing in the trap house mansion
Amiri on my feet no these ain't New Balance (Amiri on my feet)
I feel like a bunny I got carrots and cabbage
Thirty round it hit that boy in the back of his- (bleh)
Bitch I been sipping on Actavis
No this ain't Wok', this a pint of Tris
I'ma play with some strings like a violin
If you look in my cup then it's violet

(If there's anything)
I'm off ecstasy
This is pure ecstasy (I'm not tryn' be in the-)

I'm not tryn' be in the mix
I'm outside they be like, "there he go"
I don't know what I need from a bitch (I don't know)
But I know what I need from a bitch (but I know)
Stepping on shit I zip up my Ricks
We gon' spin his block just like a merry go round
I ain't never going for shit (shit)
Banana on my gun you get split (split)
Banana on my gun you get split
Banana on my gun you get clipped
I'm not pimping I walk with a stick (ha)
Bitch I'm black I gotta keep a blick (bitch I'm black)
That boy ready to die 'bout a bitch
Nigga please don't do that shit (please don't do that shit)
'Cause my brother he knew that bitch
Fuck her once then it's screw that bitch

I got the packs in bitch I've been serving your mama
I got that shit for the low
I got dinero, that little boy he got nada
She call me Nada De Niro
No I'm not one for the drama
That nigga on my dick like a condom
Yeah she give me brain it make me ponder
Never lonely when money around ya