Die Mondez – Contraband Lyrics
Contraband Lyrics by Die Mondez
Dance, dance, money gon’ make you dance
Poppin’ off for the gram
We don’t do no romance
Grams, bands, so much contraband
With my dawgs and they solid
Know we ’bout to get gnarly
We the life of the party
What you need, girl, I got it
With my dawgs and they solid
Know we ’bout to get gnarly
We the life of the party, yeah
[Verse] I don’t wanna talk about the birds and the bess
But fvck it, I think I like who I’m emerging to be
Leader of the new wave, certain to be
I’ma turn the stu’ into a murderous scene
Meezzo probably got your main chick on her knees
Situation lookin’ like you probably hurtin’ to me
Charge it to the game, plenty hoes in the sea
I done made a name from how I flow on the beat
I remember when they wouldn’t let me bust a flow at all
Now when I spit it’s like I’m showing off
niqqas keep hyping that trash that’s going on
I’m gettin’ tired, finna throw them off
This is the beginning of the end, I ain’t playin’ with y’all
I light one up and then I blaze ’em all
I don’t even know why niqqas phased by y’all
I’ma fvck around and say a prayer for y’all
What you need, girl, I got it
My niqqas pulled up with narcotics, yeah
So much weed you might vomit
We ’bout to get higher than a comet
I been plugged just like sockets
‘Bout to go up in this party
Don’t act crazy, girl, stop it
That liqour got you actin’ outta pocket, yeah
Swear you motherfvckers better never let me get in my bag
I might just flip it like Dame Dash
I been listening to the bops you motherfvckers gas
Most of your favourites they been trash
Call ’em out about it, these niqqas get big mad
How an average rapper still gettin’ the big bags?
So much marijuana I’m duckin’ the sin tax
Since a pickaninny my B!tches they been bad (Facts)
[Chorus] Grams, so much contraband
Dance, dance, money gon’ make you dance
Poppin’ off for the gram
We don’t do no romance
Grams, bands, so much contraband
Bands, grams, so much contraband
Dance, dance, money gon’ make you dance
Poppin’ off for the gram
We don’t do no romance
Grams, bands, so much contraband
[Post-Chorus] What you need, girl, I got it
With my dawgs and they solid
Know we ’bout to get gnarly
We the life of the party
What you need, girl, I got it
With my dawgs and they solid
Know we ’bout to get gnarly
We the life of the party, yeah