Clientele - Doe B, Junior Boss, Perry Boi

We here to save the motherfuckin streets

The streets disciples, nigga

DJ Scream, Doe B

Baby Jesus

Hood Rich, biatch

(Hook)

I got real diamonds in my watch

Shinin like a fish scale

You must not see the check I got

New Ghost and the Panamera

Catch on the foreigner

Fuckin nigga my way

I don’t get it back I’m ballin

Cos I got stupid clientele

Stupid clientele bumpin out the charge

Out on 12, blow our cell, nigga comin sure

Old bass nah, I got straight job

Jumping out the part, movin, playin large

Only see the key, talkin recharge

I got what you need, wut you got?

Copy 2−0-3, here’s another one

Rollie AAP, both for 1−0-1

It’s like yo watch a BB gun, I’m a bad boy

Big old diamonds in my tron look like trap rocks

I trap the bad bitches, jack boys a test for ya

But the kid’s still in the trap going hard

(Hook)

I got real diamonds in my watch

Shinin like a fish scale

You must not see the check I got

New Ghost and the Panamera

Catch on the foreigner

Fuckin nigga my way

I don’t get it back I’m ballin

Cos I got stupid clientele

I got real molly on the scale

This ain’t down south, nigga this that real deal

I’m gon serve a K, boy this shit can get real

Team full ahead, bosses no trivill

Roll the cut, bought the Xan pill

Fuck the bitch and I can’t remember night still

Louie V in my belt buckle

Nigga I won’t tussle, I’m a boy that fall in brochure

Bitch I’m from a diamond, we got swever seal

No strap for sale, nothing but grind for sale

I might just pull the trigger if you ain’t got the deal

They don’t need nada, I got stupid clientele

(Hook)

I got real diamonds in my watch

Shinin like a fish scale

You must not see the check I got

New Ghost and the Panamera

Catch on the foreigner

Fuckin nigga my way

I don’t get it back I’m ballin

Cos I got stupid clientele

Fuck until I hold em, all we do is win win

Maserati all white like my girlfriend

Lil mama think ahead, she got swordfish

I like to throw it in the water, swim baby, swim

Going hard in the paint, all these down blazing

Call me foot long as Shawty all the damn J’s

Baby mail for me, cookin all the joy for me

A million cheap burger soul, yea I done swore one

How you think a nigga steady coppin all these bricks

Mixin weed with this strong, I ain’t lyin bout shit

And I stay fly on my shit

Guess that why she on my dick

Got yo hoe last year settlin right here on my wrist

(Hook)

I got real diamonds in my watch

Shinin like a fish scale

You must not see the check I got

New Ghost and the Panamera

Catch on the foreigner

Fuckin nigga my way

I don’t get it back I’m ballin

Cos I got stupid clientele

Cos I got stupid clientele

Cos I got stupid clientele