Ray Dawn - NB 420 lyrics

[Intro] Could you turn it up a ‘lil bit? Yeah I got ‘em on right now matter fact NB 420s [Verse 1] I used to have doubts, I used to lose sleep Now I'm sleeping like a baby got the thickest concrete I don't hear the doubters speak, not a single peep I'll never forget what they said I got all the receipts I'm standn' on my own feet, you b**hes need stilts All your views bought cause you got no sk**s Don't know to follow first before askin' if we can build Don't acknowledge your presence get the message you feel Play with an open wound then the cut'll never heal It's nothin' personal my person can't f** with what isn't real It's not about a deal it's about doin' what I love Ray Dawn shrug See I keep my people positive no need to mean mug A few milli in the bank you'll never see me in the club Don't take it as a snub bruh, go and pop bottles Order moscato for hollow next top models kaaaay [Hook] Ain't a damn thing funny Everyday the same thing you gotta make money Get money Yet it still feels lovely gettin' paid in the same New Balance 420s Get money [Verse 2] I gotta make money gotta gotta make bucks You see nothin' came lucky I been workin' til dusk Earned what I got hush grindin' is a must Plus every touch a touchdown my punter don't punt Never split a dutch, gotta roll RedTape Transparencies a really good trait This a really good drink potato vodka on the rocks Watch two years from now my whole team'll have yachts Four years from now their own team'll have yachts Six years from now their team's team'll have yachts That's a whole lotta yachts, whole lotta guap That's a whole lotta top baby girl don't stop Mop ‘til it pop girl finish yo plate I don't wanna see a single drop on your pretty face Head back to my place so I can count this money Please feel free to slip in somethin' more comfy [Hook] [Verse 3] Always on my job got damn I'm goin' hard Why settle for a yard when you can go and get a yacht Visit anywhere you want, I'ma see the whole world Be a culinary visionary cook it for your girl Marinate I'm barely lit I need a lotta reefer Rolled nicely for our visit we ‘gon see the Coliseum Slide up in Roman, gotta wear a Trojan Invade the Billboard they never saw me comin' Law school dropout my Klout score jumpin' Iced latte fresh blueberry muffin Got it for the love cashier want some cuttin' So I gave her my number life's short f** the fronitn' Later that night she came over we was f**in' And her head so good my B- squared can keep buzzin' Smokin' on some Irish got both our vision Dublin Let's overlook the incest, call your hot cousin [Hook]