Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Family, artist - NoCap. Date of issue: 30.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Family |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Know my haters hate to see this |
| But I ain’t goin' back broke |
| Don’t judge what you hear |
| Judge what you know, ayy |
| If the devil call my phone, I’ma answer it |
| Half a million stashed away just for my family |
| Ten thousand dollars on a fit just like a mannequin |
| I’ma drive this foreign whip just like an ambulance |
| Go state-to-state, this shit feel like human trafficking |
| Like I’m on the D-line, I got a sack in |
| Like Shaquille, we had to get a couple packs in |
| Pockets full, got me lookin' bad built |
| You can hear the Adderalls in my ad-libs |
| I just fired my lawyer |
| I just bought a new lawyer |
| I spent some racks on my Charger |
| Yeah, drop it in machines, let the money count |
| Spent blue faces on a Rollie, yeah, bust down |
| Thotiana |
| My niggas slime, they think they all anacondas |
| Pose as a team so the clip got bananas |
| It’s in the air, we watch it fall on dancers |
| Yeah, tats on my face like I’m a criminal |
| Everything that I do, it be expensive |
| I don’t regret it, but I prolly ain’t meant it |
| Stuck in the hood so my friend became a engine |
| Ayy, real 'til I die like Emmitt |
| Took the harder way, I didn’t have a penny |
| Pink slip, haters thought that it was rented |
| I fast forward, they was stuck at the beginning |
| Ayy, I hear a Crip, he ridin' 'round nightly in a Bentley |
| Ayy, I put blue diamonds 'round the big B on the Bentley |
| Ayy, young projects finest on the TV, that’s so real, yeah |
| Wrapped 'round my neck, flawless diamonds 'cause I’m— |
| They told me styling was a secret (Secret) |
| So I steady scream on «Murder,"oh, I (Oh, I) |
| Cartier glasses with the VVs |
| Same ones that been worn by Steve Urkel |
| But why you cappin' to the folks? |
| You is not a don |
| They know I pick some for the Rover, color crayon |
| Look at her hair go past her shoulders, shawty so A-1 |
| I think my heart gettin' colder even when in the sun |
| I did this shit— I’m ballin' out of my world |
| Know my haters hate to see this |
| But I ain’t goin' back broke |
| Don’t judge what you hear |
| Judge what you know, ayy |
| If the devil call my phone, I’ma answer it |
| Half a million stashed away just for my family |
| Ten thousand dollars on a fit just like a mannequin |
| I’ma drive this foreign whip just like an ambulance |
| Go state-to-state, this shit feel like human trafficking |