Dozen Dimes lyrics

[Hook]
Yeah, shout out YUNGBRAD man
You know we be on the block
b*tch! (x4)

[Hook]
I'm smoking biscotti I know that sh*t stank
Armani my body can't even complain
I feel like Lil Romeo dad with the tank
She got a little body, she got a good brain
I'm finna run up the sack like today
That n*gga lying, he not getting paid
All of my sh*t, it be rare like a steak
I getting top, I'm with you bae
That n*gga wife beater like Joe Budden
Catching the fade, lil n*gga be buzzin'
Cooking the curry like I play with Cousins
Say you getting money n*gga you wasn't
Gripping her waste, I feel like her husband
All of my b*tches they be dime, a dozen
Fat Joe, I turn nothing to something
Beating the pot til it caught it a concussion
All of my n*ggas they walk with the fye
Say he "that n*gga" but that n*gga lied
Thought he was winning but that sh*t was tied
JR I be gone off the Henny
Mixing that sh*t like I studied the chemistry
None of the b*tches you're f*cking was meant for me
Shoutout to your b*tch she'll always be there for me
How to be a player, b*tch I'm Bill Bellamy