Now Lyrics – Youngboixander
Singer: Youngboixander
Title: Now
I put Dior on my chuckys
Cause I’m gettin money
So I told that lil b#tch
[Now now
That it’s nothing now
I got some body’s
And secrets in holding
But I don’t plan
[Now now
On ever having them coming out
I told you already
I ain’t with the b#llsh#t
So lil b#tch
I’m gettin the Draco’s
[Now now
Wit drummy rounds
Cause you little phony hoes
Stay with the gossip
And keep on with talkin
[Now now
And all of that runnin mouth
I get the money on
Monday
And
Tuesday
And Wednesday
And until the pigs fly
Do you got me
I’m off amphetamines
Lean
And the xanex
And weed
So tell me lil b#tch
Do you copy
I got some killers
And I know some people
Wit trigger fingers
Who keep drums on the carbons
b#tch I stay geekin
But I’ll take a hit
And a sip
And I’ll still
Swallow up this whole oxy
b#tch
I got thе devil and angel
Wit me thеy
Tellin me to switch
I’m callin up Rem
I’m callin up Jack
They bringin the sticks
I could put my ring on your head
My pinky enough
For your death
You boutta die
And sayin my name
Gon take yo last breath
But I roll in the black cars
Like a politician
I keep a black card
For the politickin
And the windows dark
For the superstition
I blew a bag at Marcus
Gotta tell PR
Why they seen
Some of them commas missin
You got quiet now
You done shut up
I heard it’s cause
Yo money non-existent
Like
So where you been at
You tellin falacys
You ain’t got no big racks
But
I put Dior on my chuckys
Cause I’m gettin money
So I told that lil b#tch
[Now now
That it’s nothing now
I got some body’s
And secrets in holding
But I don’t plan
[Now now
On ever having them coming out
I told you already
I ain’t with the b#llsh#t
So lil b#tch
I’m gettin the Draco’s
[Now now
Wit drummy rounds
Cause you little phony hoes
Stay with the gossip
And keep on with talkin
[Now now
And all of that runnin mouth
My house has been robbed
And my mom almost gone
But I’m still here
Doin the sh#t you could never do
I’m wit the guns
I’m the don
And they want me dead
So you know
That a youngin
Stayin bulletproof
I’ve got my slatty in mink
And the xanex all pink
Wit my family
Ridin in invisi’ roofs
You can’t be talkin to me
About features
And songs
When you ain’t even got you
A couple views
I just got back from AZ
I was holdin back tears
They think that I’m crazy
Cause I don’t have no fear
But when you just got out
Of the hospital room
And your Nani is grippin your hand
Cause she gotta go soon
And she said she gon wait till you famous
So I’ve gotta get to the booth
And I’ve gotta get to the stu
So I can get richer than
I already am
And pay for my own Nani’s funeral
So I’m gonna do what I do
And your gonna stay out my way
Cause I’m tellin these b#tches to move
Cause you know that
I’m tryna stay paid
I’m tryna put racks in the grave
And still have a duff’ in the safe
And still have a couple of phones
For the other money
That I make
And still have a couple warehouses
For all of the money I take
So now you know why I stay
Wit no emotion on my face
So please don’t
Make me load up the K
So where you been at
You tellin fallacy’s
You ain’t got no big racks
But
I put Dior on my chuckys
Cause I’m gettin money
So I told that lil b#tch
[Now now
That it’s nothing now
I got some body’s
And secrets in holding
But I don’t plan
[Now now
On ever having them coming out
I told you already
I ain’t with the b#llsh#t
So lil b#tch
I’m gettin the Draco’s
[Now now
Wit drummy rounds
Cause you little phony hoes
Stay with the gossip
And keep on with talkin
[Now now
And all of that runnin mouth
50 pointers in my pinky
And them sh#ts immaculate
You gotta G-shock
And I got a Patek Wrist
You got a penny ho
I got the baddest b#tch
Who’s even watchin
Either way I’m still lappin b#tch
Who still be hating
Either way I’m still laughin b#tch
All the way to all my rackeds b#tch
Who’s even countin this
So many bills
Lookin like I do counterfeit
If you knew the half of it
I had been up on 300 flights
Before you had a car seat
I’m not really the type to fight
But they still tryna charge me
Yet I still wear ice in the winter
And fur in the summer
And had lobster for dinner
And broadway for supper
Before I was even
Youngin at the age of three
So
What’s your excuse for just losin
I’m doin 100
And it feel like we cruisin
This sh#t is an AMG
I’m not feelin movement
If you wanna talk to me
You better be talkin bout money
Cause that’s all I speak
And let me tell you
That I speak it fluent
My bankin in Caicos
My family in Mexico
And all of my money in blue chip
But now b#tch like how is you doin
Yo diamonds is rhinestones
I guess no one told you
That you stay lookin stupid
You wanted the smoke
So I passed you the blunt
Now that you boutta die
You ain’t really gon do sh#t
These b#tches wear hearts on they sleeves
And they too sensitive
So I had to get NDA’s
For all the loose lips
Yes J really murder
He got him a blick
b#tch I’m too dangerous
With another shooter
So where-
So where you been at
You tellin fallacy’s
You ain’t got no big racks
But
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