Neef - With Or Without lyrics

[Hook: Neef] With or without This with or without This with or without It's with or without With or without With or without With or without It's with or without I'm getting money, f**ing b**hes It all spend, so what's the difference? Cocaine money, rap money You can get a sixteen or get a pack from me [Verse 1: Neef] These n***as talking bout money Got thirty bands on me right now Copperheads in that four pound Make you and your young boys pipe down These n***as talking bout b**hes Baby moms I've been around From South Philly back to Nicetown You new n***as, y'all all clowns Indirecting on Twitter Social network n***as Instagraming your clothes I swear y'all worse than hoes I'm good on the green, I'm good on the soft Sent the money off and I took a loss Either they ain't send it or it ain't make it It's all good, I'm still chasing Down the reef on South Street Eating Rasta Pasta, drinking rum punch Sitting across from a bad b**h Face and her body ain't average Don't talk to me about views Don't talk to me about women How in the hell we got the same Benz When my seats up when I'm bending? [Hook] [Verse 2: Neef] I take seven out the dot and it's still locked New Guccis, they skytop Smoke green, match the True Religion New line got me in position f** these n***as, f** these hoes Wore the sh** once, but I love my clothes Got a Hublot that's rose-gold Cartier that's bust down They ain't ordered at Niketown You can get served, n***a, right now My strip hop and my jack pop Broomstick clip, don't get mopped [Freeway] We been getting money, don't sh** stop We don't care, don't sh** pop We been doing it, but you afraid to say it I be parlaying at your b**h spot Cooking your grub, give me good top Clean up her cum with your mop I got the footage, she fiend for the di-dick And that's why we did it on your couch You are not invited to the house party at your house Me and Neef real, deal or no deal We always bring them who*es out [Hook] [Verse 3: Freeway] My beard big, my cars is pretty No spouse, house out the city Every day, I see broads and titties These broke-a** n***as spitting bars for pennies We eating like we should, good and plenty Black Santa, I'm good with chimneys I smoke y'all n***as then provoke y'all n***as and Hope y'all n***as try to rep y'all city Grey six fifty, white seven sixty Black five fifty, j**els trap star heavy Going for you gun, but we strapped already You laying on the ground cause you cuffed already Got dropped from the label but we back already Sad for the fact n***as tracked already Got busted one time and you cracked already Can't take it back, you a rat already I swear motherf**ers better back off Jim Duggan motherf**ers with a hacksaw We thug motherf**ers but we look good We hard but they love it when the hat's soft Flow raw like f**ing with the hat off Flow sick like f**ing with a AIDS b**h More sh** up, young grenade stick Got a brick started with an eight-ball, yeah [Hook]