Corey Patrick - Bragging About Lyrics

The f*ck is they chatting about
I'm getting the cash and I'm out
I'm just gonna smash and I'm out
The f*ck is they bragging about
I make the most with what I can
I'm bout it if it's rubber bands
I'm bout it you don't understand
Ask your girl she know I'm the man
The f*ck is they chatting about
I'm getting the cash and I'm out
I'm just gonna smash and I'm out
The f*ck is they bragging about
I make the most with what I can
I'm bout it if it's rubber bands
I'm bout it you don't understand
Ask your girl she know I'm the man
Got money wherever I walk
My homie just tossed me ten bands
I'm shining looking like a star
Remember I ain't had a grand
We was still smoking that dark
I'd chill at the park
I was slanging them grams
And if someone tried to act hard
And rob us
I'd tear them apart with my hands
Think I ain't getting involved
A fool you must be
If you f*ck with my mans
You'll get your ass knocked to the ground
Big fists it look like you got hit with a pan
They saying they know that I can
I'm watching my homies get thrown in the can
Can't f*ck with school buses or totems again
I promise my wallet ain't folding again
Only, the fam
I ain't about to break my ass for no busta ass niggas
Only, the fam
I ain't about to break my ass for no busted ass bitch
The f*ck is they chatting about
I'm getting the cash and I'm out
I'm just gonna smash and I'm out
The f*ck is they bragging about
I make the most with what I can
I'm bout it if it's rubber bands
I'm bout it you don't understand
Ask your girl she know I'm the man
The f*ck is they chatting about
I'm getting the cash and I'm out
I'm just gonna smash and I'm out
The f*ck is they bragging about
I make the most with what I can
I'm bout it if it's rubber bands
I'm bout it you don't understand
Ask your girl she know I'm the man
Ask your girl she know I'm the man
Forget about you
Give me throat for the xan
You fugazi niggas just don't understand
This shit for my squad dawg
It's only the fam
The money was calling
I heard it, I ran
The honey's be calling
They purty and tan
My passport be lovely
It's chalk full of stamps
We f*ck up a bag
Then we f*ck in the sand
Shawty so wet
Turnt my dick to a dam
Phone blowing up
That's supply and demand
Started at nothing
I'm first in command
This shit ain't luck
I just stuck to the plan
My niggas all drunk
High and jammed
Lamped up
Getting rich off of scams
Might pull up on you in the van
You'll get your ass stomped
Like an ant
The f*ck is they chatting about
I'm getting the cash and I'm out
I'm just gonna smash and I'm out
The f*ck is they bragging about
I make the most with what I can
I'm bout it if it's rubber bands
I'm bout it you don't understand
Ask your girl she know I'm the man
The f*ck is they chatting about
I'm getting the cash and I'm out
I'm just gonna smash and I'm out
The f*ck is they bragging about
I make the most with what I can
I'm bout it if it's rubber bands
I'm bout it you don't understand
Ask your girl she know I'm the man
Only, the fam
I ain't about to break my ass for no busta ass niggas
Only, the fam
I ain't about to break my ass for no busted ass