3000 Euros lyrics

[Intro]
Shout out you
Yeah, you a real n*gga
Uh
All the boss n*ggas
Real b*tches
Real women
Boss women
Uh
Money makers
Gold getters
Uh, yeah
Big boss sh*t
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Tailor-made suits with the Belgian boots
3000 euros, man
Everything new
Tailor-made suits with the Belgian boots
3000 euros, man
Everything new
Tailor-made suits with the Belgian boots
3000 euros, man
Everything new
Tailor-made suits with the Belgian boots
3000 euros, man
Everything new
[Verse 1]
Crazy how a b*tch can be all on your di*k
When she said you wasn't sh*t right before you made hits
This for the n*ggas with the vision as a kid
Big dreams of a boss, dream big
You wasn't sh*t 'til you came in a Benz
You wasn't sh*t now you f*ckin' all her friends
Remember when the lil' red b*tch sh*tted on you
Now she wanna be with you 'cause the whole group with you
She ain't doin' sh*t, all the b*tch do is strip
Leechin' off her other n*ggas
Makin' money off her tips
n*gga, life a trip
But a n*gga learn it
Ain't no love for a n*gga
Yeah, my soul burnin'
In a state where the lame n*ggas stay concernin'
They self 'bout what the next n*gga do
I'ma stay to myself, hustle for the loot
Find me a shorty who gon' rock with me too

[Chorus]
Tailor-made suits with the Belgian boots
3000 euros, man
Everything new
Tailor-made suits with the Belgian boots
3000 euros, man
Everything new
Tailor-made suits with the Belgian boots
3000 euros, man
Everything new
Tailor-made suits with the Belgian boots
3000 euros, man...
[Verse 2]
I wonder what God got planned for a n*gga
'Cause I been through a lot
The mental, damn, f*ck sh*t
I'm fed up and I'm really on some chill sh*t
So if you ain't real, b*tch don't f*ck with me
All about love, wealth and loyalty
All about gettin' cash and royalties
"Spoil me, daddy Purrp, please spoil me"
Gotchu baby girl, tell a n*gga what you need
Gucci, Louis, Jimmy Choo's on your f*cking feet
Lovin' me 'cause I'm bossed up and sucker-free
sh*ttin' on a f*ck n*gga who is hatin' on me
Lately, I was low-key chasin' cheese
Gettin' fresh as f*ck, yeah I gotta do my thing
Dough Dough ice up, got gold on his ring
Dolfie bossed up with the black Porsche, G
Gold link on me with the red ruby

[Outro]
Yeah (you love it)
Yeah, you love it, don't ya
Yeah
Yeah, you love it, don't ya
Uh, yeah