Текст песни Neiman & Marcus Don't Know You - Drakeo the Ruler

On our day grind and get a nigga flippped
Princess cuts on my wrist like an emo bitch
Done mud walked in Neimans twice, I don′t need no help
This forty bulging on my hip, I don't need no belt
Luke Skywalkin′, pints caulkin', I'm an addict
Come get slippy with the knock knock bandits
The Stinc man will come supply my Grammys
I guess that′s a double whammy
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don′t even know you
Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don′t even know you
Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Clown niggas, niggas be actors
Laughing in them Baly jeans for fashion
These niggas act up, I′m whamming niggas in traffic
You can't run that far, I′m driving the Nascar
I'm blatant if I'm pagan shit, nigga if it′s vacancy
Man down, tape the scene, blood on my Maison sneaks
They can see, play with me, we ain′t finna make a scene
You ain't gettin′ bread so you hate on me basically
Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard and the sink
The last one was off a Stinc, high as fuck off the Stinc
Wired up, hard to blink, niggas need they offering
Niggas just be poppin' it, the grey bags is all around
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don′t even know you
Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don′t even know you
Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
They be doin' all this popping and all this fly shit and all that. talking about all these coupes and shit niggas driving.
Back of your Snapchat, ′96 Volvo.
Niggas talkin′ all that, poppin' all that fly shit and all that shit.
All that shit on Pro Tools and all that.
That shit sound good, shit nigga, in person
You got busted ass Air Forces, motherfuckers yellow at the bottom,
Just keep poppin′ that shit though nigga.
All that boosting niggas doing nigga.
Come on fool.
All that stealing and shit niggas doing fool.
Acting like they blowing bands and all that.
Come on fool, we know you.
The window shopper, nigga
Neiman and Marcus don't even know you