Drakeo The Ruler - Neiman & Marcus Don't Know You

All that dick riding'll get a nigga flipped
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 be 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
An F&N in Bally 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 be 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 all this 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, nigga, 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

Written by:
Darell Caldwell

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