"UNDERSTAND ME" lyrics
Money Man, Zaytoven & Trauma Tone Lyrics
Zaytoven, Trauma Tone
I'm a real Za seller, do ya understand me?
Wipe a pussy nigga down for tryna come and rob me
I ain't sellin' a nigga shit unless he coppin' whole P's
I be ridin' 'round the city whippin' flipped Ferraris
Nigga ever try me, they gon' have to have a bunk ready
Duffle bag full of trees, we drag 'em in it, shit heavy
Got your bitch soakin' wet, she blowin' me up, she say she ready
Trappin' in these white Forces, got me feelin' like I'm Nelly
I was locked up in DeKalb, I was boxin' with my celly
Fillin' up them turkey bags, watchin' Ed, Edd, and Eddy
If you a real bitch then you would fuck me right now in the 'Lam
You ain't no real shooter so let me take that pistol out your hand
I feel like Comcast around this bitch, I got Runtz on demand
Man, the way I put that shit on, that should call me Dapper Dan
On my side we runnin' shit, nigga, it's gon' stay that way
With this black out, thumpin' shit, nigga, like a 808
I'm at Bal Harbour shoppin', I blew thirty up in Webster
Got this shit from growin', dawg, I ain't need me no investor
Got these racks inside this bag, let me dump 'em out and count it
Growin' strains, I keep diverting power from all of my houses
Send that shit right back, I told the plug that shit right there was lousy
Go and serve like fifty bags and then go duck off in Stone Mountain
Pull up Sprinter, hoppin' out designer bags in my hand
Got that FN FiveSeven, I just pray this shit don't jam
All I talk is ZA numbers, I know it's hard to understand
All I talk is motion shit, I know the streets gon' comprehend
I'm a real Za seller, do ya understand me?
Wipe a pussy nigga down for tryna come and rob me
I ain't sellin' a nigga shit unless he coppin' whole P's
I be ridin' 'round the city whippin' flipped Ferraris
Nigga ever try me, they gon' have to have a bunk ready
Duffle bag full of trees, we drag 'em in it, shit heavy
Got your bitch soakin' wet, she blowin' me up, she say she ready
Trappin' in these white Forces, got me feelin' like I'm Nelly
I was locked up in DeKalb, I was boxin' with my celly
Fillin' up them turkey bags, watchin' Ed, Edd, and Eddy
If you a real bitch then you would fuck me right now in the 'Lam
You ain't no real shooter so let me take that pistol out your hand
I feel like Comcast around this bitch, I got Runtz on demand
Man, the way I put that shit on, that should call me Dapper Dan
On my side we runnin' shit, nigga, it's gon' stay that way
With this black out, thumpin' shit, nigga, like a 808
I'm at Bal Harbour shoppin', I blew thirty up in Webster
Got this shit from growin', dawg, I ain't need me no investor
Got these racks inside this bag, let me dump 'em out and count it
Growin' strains, I keep diverting power from all of my houses
Send that shit right back, I told the plug that shit right there was lousy
Go and serve like fifty bags and then go duck off in Stone Mountain
Pull up Sprinter, hoppin' out designer bags in my hand
Got that FN FiveSeven, I just pray this shit don't jam
All I talk is ZA numbers, I know it's hard to understand
All I talk is motion shit, I know the streets gon' comprehend
