"N.I.A" lyrics
ELCamino & Black Soprano Family Lyrics
(feat. Benny The Butcher)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuckin' with me ain't no tricks, 'boutta ball
Get rich but don't give a fuck 'bout your dog
We split it up when we take down the mall
I feel like I'm one of the realest of all
Ain't 'bout a check I ain't getting involved
I'm fuckin' this bitch, I ain't dealing with y'all
Soon as I like her I cut the bitch off
I start fuckin' her hoe when there's feelings involved
Ain't no pissing me off, sleight of my hand, yeah on 'em niggas involved
Oh you think you out the way, you slide on your man
Yeah, now your nigga involved
I like a bitch 'bout her business
Was always that nigga, kept me a bitch that was raw
And he was planning on wifing this bitch
Do not bring that bitch out the car
Before I ever go broke I'ma hit me a lick
I'ma pull me a bitch out the car
Tie your ass up with a rope
I heard you got them bricks
Yeah I leave your dick in the car
Bet I'ma find me a way, leave it to me
You know I'ma come with the heart
I tried to paint him an image, a picture of me
But they didn't feel it was art
Lit as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
Rich as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
Bitch with a foreign, ain't even got a part
Call you a dick, you ain't even got a heart
Lit as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
We rock and rip, but they telling you it's art
Bitch, you ain't even gotta tell me it's art
Two bitches, so I'm at the telly, it's art
One peanut butter, one jelly, it's art
I know to make a bitch jealous, it's art
I don't know all that yelling, it's art
Well, I'ma hop out the whip before I park
I only come out the crib when it's dark
I only told me it's secret, it's art
Yeah, I look like a plug, don't I?
And I get you plugged, won't I?
Switches and drums, a whole lot of slugs
Nigga, these guns, robots
Nigga be talkin' but know not to fuck with the gang
Might send the low out
And I'm a real trapper, I been through a drought
We break down the bags with a slow out
We took over the city, but Benny be twenty
Y'all really 'bout time they let bro out
We at radio stations waiting for rappers
You know we could fuck up your rollout, yeah
You know I been spending racks 'fore they sign me
My bitch running through stacks like a zombie
Chanel bag, two C's like Roddy
Miami Beach, Gucci shirts and a Glocky
At the table, 'bout to order Hibachi
On my Mac, 'bout to order a Rari
In L.A., got the billy from Nadi
In the A, I'm on Josephi Lari
I'm a rich nigga with new money
I rock Tom Ford, bitch, not Tommy
All the real hustlers know where to find me
Took a key, hit it twice, made a copy
Independent money, y'all got with Gazi
At that dope money, y'all got with Hottie
Niggas gon' hate the richer you get
When you MJ, niggas gon' feel like Scotty, yeah
Lit as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
Rich as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
Bitch with a foreign, ain't even got a part
Call you a dick, you ain't even got a heart
Lit as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
We rock and rip, but they telling you it's art
Bitch, you ain't even gotta tell me it's art
Two bitches, so I'm at the telly, it's art
One peanut butter, one jelly, it's art
I know to make a bitch jealous, it's art
I don't know all that yelling, it's art
Well, I'ma hop out the whip before I park
I only come out the crib when it's dark
I only told me it's secret, it's art
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuckin' with me ain't no tricks, 'boutta ball
Get rich but don't give a fuck 'bout your dog
We split it up when we take down the mall
I feel like I'm one of the realest of all
Ain't 'bout a check I ain't getting involved
I'm fuckin' this bitch, I ain't dealing with y'all
Soon as I like her I cut the bitch off
I start fuckin' her hoe when there's feelings involved
Ain't no pissing me off, sleight of my hand, yeah on 'em niggas involved
Oh you think you out the way, you slide on your man
Yeah, now your nigga involved
I like a bitch 'bout her business
Was always that nigga, kept me a bitch that was raw
And he was planning on wifing this bitch
Do not bring that bitch out the car
Before I ever go broke I'ma hit me a lick
I'ma pull me a bitch out the car
Tie your ass up with a rope
I heard you got them bricks
Yeah I leave your dick in the car
Bet I'ma find me a way, leave it to me
You know I'ma come with the heart
I tried to paint him an image, a picture of me
But they didn't feel it was art
Lit as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
Rich as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
Bitch with a foreign, ain't even got a part
Call you a dick, you ain't even got a heart
Lit as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
We rock and rip, but they telling you it's art
Bitch, you ain't even gotta tell me it's art
Two bitches, so I'm at the telly, it's art
One peanut butter, one jelly, it's art
I know to make a bitch jealous, it's art
I don't know all that yelling, it's art
Well, I'ma hop out the whip before I park
I only come out the crib when it's dark
I only told me it's secret, it's art
Yeah, I look like a plug, don't I?
And I get you plugged, won't I?
Switches and drums, a whole lot of slugs
Nigga, these guns, robots
Nigga be talkin' but know not to fuck with the gang
Might send the low out
And I'm a real trapper, I been through a drought
We break down the bags with a slow out
We took over the city, but Benny be twenty
Y'all really 'bout time they let bro out
We at radio stations waiting for rappers
You know we could fuck up your rollout, yeah
You know I been spending racks 'fore they sign me
My bitch running through stacks like a zombie
Chanel bag, two C's like Roddy
Miami Beach, Gucci shirts and a Glocky
At the table, 'bout to order Hibachi
On my Mac, 'bout to order a Rari
In L.A., got the billy from Nadi
In the A, I'm on Josephi Lari
I'm a rich nigga with new money
I rock Tom Ford, bitch, not Tommy
All the real hustlers know where to find me
Took a key, hit it twice, made a copy
Independent money, y'all got with Gazi
At that dope money, y'all got with Hottie
Niggas gon' hate the richer you get
When you MJ, niggas gon' feel like Scotty, yeah
Lit as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
Rich as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
Bitch with a foreign, ain't even got a part
Call you a dick, you ain't even got a heart
Lit as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
We rock and rip, but they telling you it's art
Bitch, you ain't even gotta tell me it's art
Two bitches, so I'm at the telly, it's art
One peanut butter, one jelly, it's art
I know to make a bitch jealous, it's art
I don't know all that yelling, it's art
Well, I'ma hop out the whip before I park
I only come out the crib when it's dark
I only told me it's secret, it's art
