Lyrical Breakdown of Giannis Remix - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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(B-B-Bino)
Oh
Oh
Oh, oh, oh, ay (ayo, Kjay made that shit again)
I don't play cops and robber (no), get behind this bitch, I'll dog you
Ay, I wasn't too good at math, on God, I run with problem solvers
Ay-ay, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (ay), dope fiend, I need all that (ay)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin', gotta go, money callin' (whoa)
24, feel like Giannis (yeah), dirty pole big as Giannis, hey (bah)
Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('yond me), plenty shots, get on side me (hey)
Plenty hos, I don't party (party), in the yo more than Gotti (Gotti)
With the mic more than Scottie (whoa), plenty toys, nigga, try me (hey)
Ay, Star Buds, Marley, I smoke more than Marley
I say fuck a Foot Locker, I wan' go hit Marni (hey)
Double cup look just like Barney, I live it, you record it
Daytime, I'm eatin' foreign, nighttime, I'm in a foreign (hey)
New bitch just got imported, why she think she important?
Ay, whole time, you know I ain't gettin' her nothin', I like my bitches borin' (hey)
G5, I'm damn near soarin', I'm tired, I'm way too beat
Thick thighs, I know you eat, baby, don't lie, I know you sleep
Ay-ay, when I get home, I just want dome, you already know I don't beat, ay
And what you doin' with all that ass? I say come throw it on me
I know you know what I mean
Got plenty hos and plenty cash, life ain't nothin', blew the fee
I hope you know that I don't
I don't play cops and robber (no), get behind this bitch, I'll dog you
Ay, I wasn't too good at math, on God, I run with problem solvers
Ay-ay, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (ay), dope fiend, I need all that (ay)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin', gotta go, money callin' (whoa)
24, feel like Giannis (yeah), dirty pole big as Giannis, hey (bah)
Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('yond me), plenty shots, get on side me (hey)
Plenty hos, I don't party (party), in the yo more than Gotti (Gotti)
With the mic more than Scottie (whoa), plenty toys, nigga, try me
Penthouse, hotel party, got killers in your lobby
All my lil' bros'll wet your block, we turn your shit tsunami
Ten racks to fix her body, now this lil' bitch my Barbie
Forever locked in with my clique, lil' Too Turnt 'nem my army
Bossed up with my foot up, and I'm not alone, I got my switch
Niggas be tryna push up 'cause we off and on, that's still my bitch
Lotta shit got shook up, now it's too far gone, I cannot fix
Prayin', then I look up, shit, I can't condone nothin' on my list, uh
Chase rats like Tom and Jerry, face splat, your body carried
And now nem highlights on the news, they makin' commentary
I'll spin your block, don't dare me, won't send no shots, he scary
I vow to never leave my gun, me and my Glock, we married
Ay, I don't play cops and robber (no), get behind this bitch, I'll dog you
Ay, I wasn't too good at math, on God, I run with problem solvers (bah)
Ay-ay, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (ay), dope fiend, I need all that (ay)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin', gotta go, money callin' (whoa)
24, feel like Giannis (yeah), dirty pole big as Giannis, hey (bah)
Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('yond me), plenty shots, get on side me (hey)
Plenty hos, I don't party (party), in the yo more than Gotti (Gotti)
With the mic more than Scottie (whoa), plenty toys, nigga, try me