Neimans - Plies

I don’t like to tongue wrestle, I just hop out with the pole

Y’all was sittin' in Sunday school, I was scrapping it out the bowl

Still, represent the struggle, so I ain’t taking out my golds

I don’t did a lot of thangs, but I ain’t never cuffed a hoe

How he still you favorite rapper all them lies he done told

How you still make her your lady all them dick she done road

He ain’t gone bust a grape or let nothing die because he ain’t with the smoke

Hate to see me eating out her ‘cus he just really broke

Please don’t let this rich shit fool you, get me wrong then I’m pissin you

Ask me why I don’t answer my phone because I don’t get no service in the

trenches

I just counted 700 bands, damn near got me dizzy

When I’m in the DMV pull up on you like I’m Glizzy

Yeah, the streets chose me, I ain’t pay for a buzz

For you show a nigga the game, check his paperwork first

You ain’t silent, you ain’t thorough, you can’t never get a verse

You ain’t bae, you ain’t wifey, you can’t never get a purse

If you lookin' for me, I’m probably up at the counter up in Neiman

If you make my toes curl, ima let you ball in Neiman

I ain’t never slippin', dog, got the pole tucked in Neiman

Yes, sir, no, sir, that’s how they talk to me in Neiman

Ten rooms, six bathrooms, guess I’m kinda living

Dolce Gabbana from head to toe, guess I’m kind of dripping

I can’t rock out with no ceiling fans ‘cus I got vaulted ceilings

You can’t never break my heart, baby, because I ain’t got no feelings

Put my hand over my heart and pledge allegiance to the bag

If I got to die bout something it be my family and the cash

Keep my money in my hand because my wad is too big

Stuck my thumb in her butt because my rod was too big

If you lookin' for me, I’m probably up at the counter up in Neiman

If you make my toes curl, ima let you ball in Neiman

I ain’t never slippin', dog, got the pole tucked in Neiman

Yes, sir, no, sir, that’s how they talk to me in Neiman

Riddin' round with all this cash in my car be feelin' like I’m traffickin'

Ask me was her Becky good, I told her it was immaculate

Ask me as her box fire, told her I’ll be back again

Ain’t nobody hatin' on you, guess what, you ain’t poppin' then

I fell asleep counting c-notes, I woke up getting deep throat

I’m the only nigga that give the streets hope

Playin' with the numbers get you Debo’d

11 cars totals, 3 cribs I ain’t cappin', bruh

Lil bitch called me back to back, I swear that shit be tappin', bruh

Last watch was plain Jane, I just put some stones in it

I ain’t miss no money, all my showers they got phones in’em

My baby I the Bahamas, so I’m on my way to Nassau

Told me she just like speed, so I just bought a fast​ car

The bag got me feeling like I’m Bron, Bron

I’m just up in Neiman go dumb, dumb