Brouque Boy Ting

One call i'ma your girl running to the door like it’s postmates
We in the building burning through the cash like it's propane
I try to keep a balance don't like vertigo
I feel like i’m my poison and my antidote
Presidential to my core fons erigo
It's a brouque boy ting yeah yeah yeah

I might pull up to the party in cab still i leave with all your bitches
It's a brouque boy ting
We might turn up on our own with no budget still we popping
Ask your girl she likes brouque boy tings
Got no rolli on my wrist
But they know i'm legit
All my Niggas on a brouque boy ting
How a Nigga from the street got the city on they knees
It's a brouque boy ting it's a brouque boy

It's a brouque boy ting it's a brouque boy
It’s a brouque boy ting it’s a brouque boy

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Pull up to the club pocket empty
Leaving with a mami wearing fenty
I'm a different kind of dude
But ass naked still the best dressed Nigga in the room

I got this Nigga sweating
That Nigga in a Bentley
He has a house in Lekki
His girl is tryna text me
I told her i’m not buoyant i can't buy you shawarma
She said no wahala
Even if it's amala
See superstars don't sparkle
We beam
We hit harder than a tackle
They scream
You can have all the money and the cars in the land
But when they pull up to the spot it be like come and get your man

I might pull up to the party in cab still i leave with all your bitches
It’s a brouque boy ting
We might turn up on our own with no budget still we popping
Ask your girl she likes brouque boy tings
Got no rolli on my wrist
But they know i'm legit
All my Niggas on a brouque boy ting
How a Nigga from the street got the city on they knees
It's a brouque boy ting it's a brouque boy