Ufo361, Gunna - BRODIES

Ja, ich counte all das Money mit meinn 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)



Ive been countin bands with my brodies (Yeah)

My foreign bitch so bad, I pay cash for her Lotus (Cash)

Young Gunna, drip God, thats 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)

Im stickin to my plan, bout that cash, I cant bargain (No)

Oh, yeah, Im 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 couldnt afford it