Ufo361, Gunna - BRODIES

Ja, ich counte all das Money mit mein'n Brodys
Counte Bands, counte Blessings, counte Trophys
Sie ist ein Engel, Dicka, glaub mir, sie ist holy (Ja)
Money purple, ja, mein Stack sieht aus wie Codeine (Ihr wisst Bescheid)

I've been countin' bands with my brodies (Yeah)
My foreign bitch so bad, I pay cash for her Lotus (Cash)
Young Gunna, drip God, that's on God, and they know this (On God)
Spit verse like a poet (Poet), factory-new Rolex (Factory)
Shittin' on all you haters (Yeah), my mama a ho if I say sorry (No)
Landed in Milan, hit Palm Angels, then go 'Marni (Go 'Marni)
Ufo hit my line, he at the penthouse at Bvlgari (P)
488 'Rari (Yeah), hundred racks a party (A hundred)
I'm stickin' to my plan, 'bout that cash, I can't bargain (No)
Oh, yeah, I'm a top artist (Yeah)
With a bag full of narcotics (With a bag)
Hear the horses when you start it (Skrrt, skrrt)
All my vehicles imported ('Ported)
Nigga, better not cross the margin (No)
Cross the border when we boarded (Boarded)
A broke nigga couldn't afford it