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[Intro: Lil Broccoli]
[?] a joker say
Jesus piece around my neck and
Never take me for my haters who be hatin'
(Aye, woo, yeah)
[Chorus: DAMAG3]
I like booties that's round and
I like boobies that weigh a couple pounds and
How many dollars Me and Broccoli got

[Verse 1: Lil Broccoli and DAMAG3]
How bout a couple million
Play my records call me Jay
I gotta hit the billion
Momma raised me not to be a fucking quitter
God gave me this talent so you know I gotta be spittin'
When this album drop you'll see I ain't missing
Switch the flow up just to show that
Me and DAMAG3 are unstoppable
And never tell me the odds
You know I ain't probable
And all the haters said it ain't possible
I beat the pussy up she say she got cocaine
Got more than a couple of lines going through my brain
(it's DAMAG3, homie)
I bring the heat and the seasonings
I be screaming RIP and shit
To Malcolm McCormick
I'm out here performing
Just spent 12 hours in my living room recording
I've been living life in the present and it's gorgeous

[Verse 2: DAMAG3 and Lil Broccoli]
Bitch I just turned a little twink to a Twinkie
See me with a 19mm ice on my neck
With a 40mm in a 3 quarter mink piece
Like I might fight the Feds
Strike me down now
I'll become more powerful than you can imagine
F*ck with me and DAMAG3
We gon pop you off the map
And laugh about it later
Call me Prince Charming
'Cause your girl said I gotta save her
Sweeter than candy
Imma eat it like a Now and Later
Bitch, I been chillin' with your baby mama
I'ma hit it now and later
Aye, man, and I tried to eat that pussy
But that hoe had a sour flavor
She tried to hit my lawyer for some paper
Yeah, she even had the affidavit
People say I'm preachy
So I still be rappin' to the laymen
So please don't take it easy
'Cause you'll always have half of my flavor

([?]
Everytime we win
And you could write it down
On the paper trail or press but
We already done it
We gon do it again
[?]
Everytime we win
And you could write it down
On the paper trail or press but
And we already done it
We gon do it again)

[Chorus: DAMAG3]
(It's DAMAG3)
I like booties that's round and
I like boobies that weigh a couple pounds and
How many dollars me and Broccoli got
Right now about a thousand
So when you gon be famous?
Now, bitch
So don't discount us
We so well rounded
I'm a pro I ain't gotta pronounce it
I'm a pro I ain't gotta pronounce it

[Verse 2: DAMAG3]
(Yeah)
Better respect my private property
Me and Broccoli gotta be chilling
In a motherfuckin' Dollar Tree
Giving me my props due to me
Is usually considered idolatry, aye
Shoot me during the homily
I'll be honest my dude
I gotta be chewing on Deuteronomy
My matata hakuna
You foolies just be a nuisance
Like Issac Newton
Like way back when he was like
Guys, this is some real cool shit
Just like he was crazy
That's what a hater be saying
When you know that DAMAG3 and Lil Broccoli is gonna be famous
Better put some fucking 'spect where my name is
Better put some fucking 'spect where my name is

[Chorus: DAMAG3 and Lil Broccoli]
(It's DAMAG3, like)
I like booties that's round and
I like boobies that weigh a couple pounds and
How many dollars me and DAMAG3 got
Just checked the checking account
And goddamn it ain't a lot
Aye I saw some A listers hanging in my spot
And B is for Broccoli, you know this tribe don't stop
This beat is brought to you by the street and by the Letter B
Open your third eye just so you can see