N.I.A (Feat. Benny The Butcher)

(Oh, that's Flygodmir)

Yeah, yeah, hm, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fuckin' with me ain't no tricks, 'bout to ball
Get rich but don't give a fuck 'bout your dog
We split it up when we take down the mall
I feel like I'm one of the realest of all (I am)
Ain't 'bout a check, I ain't getting involved
I'm fuckin' this bitch, I ain't dealing with y'all
Soon as I like her, I cut the bitch off
I stop fuckin' that ho when there's feelings involved (whoa, whoa)

Ain't no pissing me off
Puttin' somethin' my hand, yeah, when them niggas involved
Oh, you think you out the way? You slide on your man
Yeah, now your nigga involved
I like a bitch 'bout her business
Was always that nigga, I kept me a bitch that was raw (true)
If you was planning on wifing this bitch in the whip
Then do not bring that bitch out the car

Before I ever go broke, I'ma hit me a lick
I'll pull me a bitch out the car (true)
Tie your ass up with a rope
I heard you got them bricks
Yeah, I leave your dick in the car

Bet I'ma find me a way, leave it to me
You know I'ma come with the heart
I tried to paint him an image, a picture of me
But they didn't feel it was art (yeah, yeah)

Lit as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
Rich as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
Bitch whip a foreign, ain't even got a park (ain't even gotta park it)
Ho, you want dick, you ain't even got a arch
Lit as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
We rockin' Rick, but the Pelle is art
Bitch, you ain't even gotta tell me it's art
Two bitches, so I'm at the telly, it's art

One peanut butter, one jelly, it's art
I know to make a bitch jealous, it's art
Ho, I don't do all that yelling and stuff
Ho, I'ma hop out the whip 'fore I park
I only come out the crib when it's dark
Homie told me his secrets, it's art
I need me ten 'fore I get the dessert
Her head cost two G's with designer (uh, yeah)

I look like a plug, don't I?
And I get you plugged, won't I?
Switches and drums, a whole lot of slugs
Nigga, these guns, robots

Niggas be talkin' but know not to fuck with the gang
I might send the lo' out (right here, nigga)
And I'm a real trapper, I been through a drought
We break down the bags when it's slow out
We took over the city, but Benny be twenty
Yeah, really 'bout time they let bro out (free my nigga, come on)
We at radio stations waiting for rappers
You know we could fuck up your rollout, yeah (you know that right?)
You know I been spending racks 'fore they sign me (yeah)
My bitch running through stacks like a zombie (yeah)
Chanel bag, two C's like Roddy (bricks)
Miami Beach, Gucci shirts and a Glocky
At the table, 'bout to order Hibachi
On my Mac, 'bout to order a Rari
In L.A., got the billy from Nadi
In the A, I'm on Josephi Lari
I'm a rich nigga with new money
I rock Tom Ford, bitch, not Tommy
All the real hustlers know where to find me (you know where I'm at?)
Took a key, hit it twice, made a copy
Independent money, y'all got with Gazi
At that dope money, y'all got with Hottie (free my dawg)
Niggas gon' hate the richer you get
When you MJ, niggas gon' feel like Scotty (yeah, yeah)

Lit as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
Rich as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art
Bitch whip a foreign, ain't even got a park (ain't even gotta park it)
Ho, you want dick, you ain't even got a arch (you ain't even got a arch)
Lit as a bitch, but shit niggas it's art (niggas it's art)
We rockin' Rick, but the Pelle is art (Pelle is art)
Bitch, you ain't even gotta tell me it's art (you ain't tell me it's art)
Two bitches, so I'm at the telly, it's art

One peanut butter, one jelly, it's art (one jelly, it's art)
I know to make a bitch jealous, it's art (she jealous, it's art)
Ho, I don't do all that yelling and stuff
Ho, I'ma hop out the whip 'fore I park
I only come out the crib when it's dark (crib when it's dark)
Homie told me his secrets, it's art
I need me ten 'fore I get the dessert
Her head cost two G's with designer (uh, yeah)