Текст песни Draymond Green - PGvean, Snow Dashotta & 303DLO

The way I'm talking shit on these beats i feel like Draymond Green
Prp the jeans these big ass boots Alexander McQueen
Put a bag on yo head watch bro do his thing
I been ballin' all damn year i think i need a ring

All my opps broke i never see them when I'm in neimans
Coupe a turbo when im in it i can't stop speedin
Dropped dick one time she can't stop fienin
Sorry i just came to get the coochie then I'm leaving
You broke and you still hating you gon stay poor
Touchdown in the 305 i feel like Frank Gore
Designer district dragging bags from the bape store
Plug being stingy with the bows i need 8 more
Gang got heavy instruments like a dawson beat
You came mickey ds good hibachi when i go to eat
If ian make no money I can't even go to sleep
I don't got a kit but of the fit she gon notice me

We the reason niggas rollin' up the frontos
Ballin' with the drake next to me like Toronto
If bro want her ima lob her like I'm Lonzo
Im the Point Guard with the nine but I ain't rondo
Fuckin' up the section ian supposed to be in here
I dont want yo heart just the coochie had to make it clear
Off the forty-two and migos I couldn't even steer
Going back broke or being you thats my only fear
You ain't got no car you ridin' in yo bitch whip
The way im on my grind i feel like Tony i might kick-flip
How come when you in the mall you never get shit
This is haver music probably why you never get this

The way I'm talking shit on these beats i feel like Draymond Green
Prp the jeans these big ass boots Alexander McQueen
Put a bag on yo head watch bro do his thing
I been ballin' all damn year i think i need a ring