Doe B - Clientele lyrics

(Intro) We here to save the motherf**in streets The streets disciples, n***a DJ Scream, Doe B Baby Jesus Hood Rich, b*atch (Hook) I got real diamonds in my watch Shinin like a fish scale You must not see the check I got New Ghost and the Panamera Catch on the foreigner f**in n***a my way I don’t get it back I’m ballin Cos I got stupid clientele (Verse) sponsored links Stupid clientele bumpin out the charge Out on 12, blow our cell, n***a comin sure Old ba** nah, I got straight job Jumping out the part, movin, playin large Only see the key, talkin recharge I got what you need, wut you got? Copy 2-0-3, here’s another one Rollie AAP, both for 1-0-1 It’s like yo watch a BB gun, I’m a bad boy Big old diamonds in my tron look like trap rocks I trap the bad b**hes, jack boys a test for ya But the kid’s still in the trap going hard (Hook) I got real diamonds in my watch Shinin like a fish scale You must not see the check I got New Ghost and the Panamera Catch on the foreigner f**in n***a my way I don’t get it back I’m ballin Cos I got stupid clientele (Verse) I got real molly on the scale This ain’t down south, n***a this that real deal I’m gon serve a K, boy this sh** can get real Team full ahead, bosses no trivill Roll the cut, bought the Xan pill f** the b**h and I can’t remember night still Louie V in my belt buckle n***a I won’t tussle, I’m a boy that fall in brochure b**h I’m from a diamond, we got swever seal No strap for sale, nothing but grind for sale I might just pull the trigger if you ain’t got the deal They don’t need nada, I got stupid clientele (Hook) I got real diamonds in my watch Shinin like a fish scale You must not see the check I got New Ghost and the Panamera Catch on the foreigner f**in n***a my way I don’t get it back I’m ballin Cos I got stupid clientele (Verse) f** until I hold em, all we do is win win Maserati all white like my girlfriend Lil mama think ahead, she got swordfish I like to throw it in the water, swim baby, swim Going hard in the paint, all these down blazing Call me foot long as Shawty all the damn J’s Baby mail for me, cookin all the joy for me A million cheap burger soul, yea I done swore one How you think a n***a steady coppin all these bricks Mixin weed with this strong, I ain’t lyin bout sh** And I stay fly on my sh** Guess that why she on my dick Got yo hoe last year settlin right here on my wrist (Hook) I got real diamonds in my watch Shinin like a fish scale You must not see the check I got New Ghost and the Panamera Catch on the foreigner f**in n***a my way I don’t get it back I’m ballin Cos I got stupid clientele Cos I got stupid clientele Cos I got stupid clientele