Lyrics
Look and I ain't gotta brag my bitch she brag for me
And I ain't gotta brag my bitch she brag for me
Upgrade the wardrobe for the next season
Jesus piece with the polo fleeces
In places that I shouldn't be, seeing views they prolly never see
How I be feeling myself I know she sick of me
Built for a different cloth you scared to take a lost
I play the worker or the boss whatever takes to floss
Niggas be game goofy, maybe I'm too groovy
I took her out for sushi I don't eat no sushi
Ordered a little sake, fly shit be my hobby
Even if you niggas could you still couldn't stop me
Smoking a gar while I play the Isley's
Man my life leveled up when I put that fuck shit behind me
I'm onto better things, big whips swerving lanes
Dope man clean I ain't gotta stain
Fresh fade with the gold frames
I let my girl brag for me I see why she swear a nigga so vain
And I ain't gotta brag my bitch she brag for me
And I ain't gotta brag my bitch she brag for me
I took her out for crawfish but she ordered crab
I ain't gotta brag for her cause her Benz a slab
I might have her pick me up like a yellow cab
The way she looked the top drop when we hit the ave
Ain't gotta brag I just show the facts
Dubai trips stops in Iraq
Chanel bags them designer sacks
Her luggage Louis them designer packs
Them foreign cars its a different black
Them Carti frames in the CTV
Aye big stones like I'm DDP
Her diamonds big so they matching me
She know we player like a MP3
She play the point like CP3
I play the cut Jeep SUV
I take her out just for more attention
I'm polo sweater this the suede edition
My leather Bobby Brown New Edition
No need to brag its just superstition
But this shit came off the repetition
Aye what's up
And I ain't gotta brag my bitch she brag for me
And I ain't gotta brag my bitch she brag for me