DLC by The Cookies Lyrics
[Hook: DLC]
While I count they mad
But all these niggas just hate for no reason
Pulling up in a jag
If they don’t talk money you know that I’m leaving
All these niggas just cap
You know that I’m living the shit that they’re dreaming
Nothing came overnight
Amiri the fabric you know that I’m dripping
And all this shit I did it on my own
And I can’t kick it with you just leave me alone
And I was knocking but I had to kick some doors
We’re up in Neiman’s and we’re buying out the store
[Verse 1]
Riding ‘round in a beam
Niggas don’t be solid yea they be switching up on the team
I be mobbing in the Stu counting up a 20 pack up in my jeans
You already know how we boming
All these blue hundreds I’m thumbing
I cannot hill with you dummies
Fly in that bih with a hundred
Pull up AMG’s back to back
Brodie got the strap in the back
Running up them figures up in Saks
I get the money got nothing to proof
Pull up on me and you know we gone shoot
Niggas out here do the most for the loot
You ain’t got no methods you not with the crew
You ain’t got no methods you’re not with the swiping
I pulled out 20 racks just to give me Excitement
Smoking on cookies but I’m moving in silence
Put yea Dior on never needed a stylist
Never needed a stylist
Getting bands any day that I want to
Everyday yea they know what I’m on to
I’m outside yea I keep me some light blues
I just got me the BapeSTA’s for my shoes
YSL and my tee Louis V
For the Franklyn’s you know I’m a fiend
6,500 I’ma buy her Celine
Counting money is my daily routine
[Hook: DLC]
While I count they mad
But all these niggas just hate for no reason
Pulling up in a jag
If they don’t talk money you know that I’m leaving
All these niggas just cap
You know that I’m living the shit that they’re dreaming
Nothing came overnight
Amiri the fabric you know that I’m dripping
And all this shit I did it on my own
And I can’t kick it with you just leave me alone
And I was knocking but I had to kick some doors
We’re up in Neiman’s and we’re buying out the store
While I count they mad
But all these niggas just hate for no reason
Pulling up in a jag
If they don’t talk money you know that I’m leaving
All these niggas just cap
You know that I’m living the shit that they’re dreaming
Nothing came overnight
Amiri the fabric you know that I’m dripping
And all this shit I did it on my own
And I can’t kick it with you just leave me alone
And I was knocking but I had to kick some doors
We’re up in Neiman’s and we’re buying out the store
[Verse 1]
Riding ‘round in a beam
Niggas don’t be solid yea they be switching up on the team
I be mobbing in the Stu counting up a 20 pack up in my jeans
You already know how we boming
All these blue hundreds I’m thumbing
I cannot hill with you dummies
Fly in that bih with a hundred
Pull up AMG’s back to back
Brodie got the strap in the back
Running up them figures up in Saks
I get the money got nothing to proof
Pull up on me and you know we gone shoot
Niggas out here do the most for the loot
You ain’t got no methods you not with the crew
You ain’t got no methods you’re not with the swiping
I pulled out 20 racks just to give me Excitement
Smoking on cookies but I’m moving in silence
Put yea Dior on never needed a stylist
Never needed a stylist
Getting bands any day that I want to
Everyday yea they know what I’m on to
I’m outside yea I keep me some light blues
I just got me the BapeSTA’s for my shoes
YSL and my tee Louis V
For the Franklyn’s you know I’m a fiend
6,500 I’ma buy her Celine
Counting money is my daily routine
[Hook: DLC]
While I count they mad
But all these niggas just hate for no reason
Pulling up in a jag
If they don’t talk money you know that I’m leaving
All these niggas just cap
You know that I’m living the shit that they’re dreaming
Nothing came overnight
Amiri the fabric you know that I’m dripping
And all this shit I did it on my own
And I can’t kick it with you just leave me alone
And I was knocking but I had to kick some doors
We’re up in Neiman’s and we’re buying out the store