Jaydoe Chamberlain Lyrics

I get the hundons like I'm Wilt, she call me Jaydoe Chamberlain

Them niggas ain't gettin' no money, hell nah, I can't hang with them

Hell nah, I can't bang with them, say that's your man

Just don't get caught outside tryna hang with him

Cause we gon' get that boy like, oh shit

Jaydoe back again, these niggas broke again

Like, oh shit

Jaydoe back again, he on they ass again

Niggas can't fuck with me, never did, and they never can

I'ma spend this money cause I can, bitch, these my dividends

Somethin' wrong with me, I think I got a fetish for these bands

It's like I don't feel like myself unless I got them in my hands

Somethin' wrong with her, when she go down, she never use no hands

That lil' bitch different, that's why I ain't trippin', I'll blow them bands on her

I'm O.T. with a hangover, this lil' bitch drunk as fuck, talking bout she love me

She gon' have a hangover, bitch, I'm ballin' Devon Booker

Try your luck, it's gon' be game over

How the fuck you broke and hating on me, like, where your bands at

He tried to get down on Lul Jaydoe, safe to say he failed that

I knew that pack was ass, soon as he pulled up, I ain't smell shit

Diss on gang, we shuttin' down shop, like, how you gon' sell shit

Diss on gang, them niggas gon' be out here tryin' to get they lick back

One thing about me, I'm gon' get some money, and that's big facts

Yea he Told them everything they need to know, that boy a big rat

Bitch, nigga

Say you want some smoke, okay, that's cool, then, nigga, get with us

Like, do the math, a couple racks just for the fit, nigga

My Guap chain, bussin, this bitch come through, change the weather

I was fucked up back then, but these days, I'm havin' cheddar

I don't wear no coogi

This a off-white sweater

Just to get up on my level, they gon' need a damn lever

I tried to tell them, uh, uh

Im high as fuck, I don't hear shit

Wake up, I got one thing on my mind, and that's get rich

I'm numb to the bullshit, nigga, I don't feel shit

I'm not for the fuck shit, nigga, I don't fear shit, but God Himself

Think I'm not myself, I don't got none left

I'm done with the favors, don't ask me for shit that's pertaining to paper

Bitch

I get the hundons like I'm Wilt, she call me Jaydoe Chamberlain

Them niggas ain't gettin' no money, hell nah, I can't hang with them

Hell nah, I can't bang with them, say that's your mans

Just don't get caught outside tryin' to hang with him

Cause we gon' get that boy like, oh shit

Jaydoe back again, these niggas broke again

Like, oh shit

Jaydoe back again, he on they ass again

Niggas can't fuck with me, never did, and they never can

I'ma spend this money cause I can, bitch, these my dividends

Something wrong with me, I think I got a fetish for these bands

It's like I don't feel like myself unless I got them in my hands

Something wrong with her, when she go down, she never use no hands

That lil' bitch different ', that's why I ain't trippin', I blow them bands on her