Текст песни BRIOCHE (feat. Nari) - DaProphet

I won't go broke for no bitch (hell nah, no)
I won't go broke for no bitch (no sir, no)
I won't go broke for no (no I won't no)
I won't go broke for no (hell nah, no)

Got that bass knocking is it the 808 or twelve?
I'm investing myself, I don't celebrate my wealth
Rollin deep with the gang, got a hoe named Adele
Keep it P every day, certified, can you tell?
Ain't going lie I'm shitfaced, wasted
Off the hen dawg, rolled up pedigree I'm faded
Won't go broke for no bitch I'm in love wit my paper
If it ain't about check too bad see ya later
Fucking up that Brioche
Yeah, I'm fucking up that Brioche
Born too fresh came out with a bankroll
Yeah, I'm fucking up that Brioche
Born too fresh came out with a bankroll

M's in my horoscope, I smell the dividends
Girl don't call my telephone, I'm not yo man I'm with yo friend
She identify as silicone, my pronouns F&N
Throw a couple racks on her go and split it with yo twin
She tied her hair up you know what that mean (she nasty)
Filming X-Rated in my backseat (going dumb)
42 on my shirt, guess I'm Jackie (yeah don't at me)
Bend the block to yo hoe I got the addy (made her come)
Got the crew in the cut like perioxide
We got bottles on deck have a good time
Celebrate every night like I got signed
Got yo bitch over here giving heart eyes
Dumb nigga don't piss me off
Want my spot don't know the cost
Double MM that's word to Ross
Mr. Freeze I froze the watch
Tell yo hoe I like the arch
In the field we like to march
Purple heart yeah call me Sarge
Everything in extra large

Got that bass knocking is it the 808 or twelve?
I'm investing myself, I don't celebrate my wealth
Rollin deep with the gang, got a hoe named Adele
Keep it P every day, certified, can you tell?
Ain't going lie I'm shitfaced, wasted
Off the hen dawg, rolled up pedigree I'm faded
Won't go broke for no bitch I'm in love wit my paper
If it ain't about check too bad see ya later
Fucking up that Brioche
Yeah, I'm fucking up that Brioche
Born too fresh came out with a bankroll
Yeah, I'm fucking up that Brioche
Born too fresh came out with a bankroll

Money, bitch
You know what I'm saying, good credit, gah damn 700 light shit

Young ass nigga on the beat I got a bankroll
How the fuck you mad cause you fucking on the same hoe?
Bitch I gotta smile on my face cause I'm a blow up
These niggas mad cause they can't even just show up
Bitch thought she was pretty when she almost made me throw up
I was just eating it out, I got my nose up
Almost thought I nutted got my shoes and just I froze up
She text my phone last night and I said hold up, gah damn
But I don't do the talking
Baby if you standing by my side you betta do the walking
Seen so many niggas change on me but I stay solid
Can't even tell the business get the money and stay private
But I don't do the talking
Baby if you standing by my side you betta do the walking
Seen so many niggas change on me but I stay solid
Can't even just tell my business get the money and stay private

Got that bass knocking is it the 808 or twelve?
I'm investing myself, I don't celebrate my wealth
Rollin deep with the gang, got a hoe named Adele
Keep it P every day, certified, can you tell?
Ain't going lie I'm shitfaced, wasted
Off the hen dawg, rolled up pedigree I'm faded
Won't go broke for no bitch I'm in love wit my paper
If it ain't about check too bad see ya later
Fucking up that Brioche
Yeah, I'm fucking up that Brioche
Born too fresh came out with a bankroll
Yeah, I'm fucking up that Brioche
Born too fresh came out with a bankroll

I won't go broke for no bitch (hell nah, no)
I won't go broke for no bitch (fuck no, no)
I won't go broke for no
(I won't broke)