WHO THIS? Lyrics – DC The Don Ft. $NOT
Hey, listen
In the front door tryna get inside, I don’t know where to go (Yeah)
Hitting my phone up like what we doin’, let me know (What we doin?)
Tryna play all these games, I ain’t got no space up on my phone
And I’m all by myself ’cause I prefer to be alone (Go)
Got two-hundred on the dash, I’m a go so fast, lil’ *** don’t crash
I’m a cash out with all these racks out, I’m a show you what this about
Got a hundred bands in my pocket, I’m a buy these diamonds for all in my mouth
Got two-hundred bands in my pocket, I’m a buy that *** right now for my house
I’m a flex on niggas, I don’t give a *** ’bout that ***, I’m like who this?
Twenty bands, thirty bands, I’m a walk in the store, I’ma buy all of this *** (Hey)
You a broke ***, talk like a broke ***, can’t even come inside my whip
Every time that I cry, I’m a count my cash, can’t give you all these-
Obviously I keep a cutta
Range Rover keep swervin’, 88GLAM, live from the gutta (Hey)
Pull up in that ***’ Bruce Wayne, yeah, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker
Raf Simon, racks out I’m flooded, I’m feelin’ like Quavo with this ice glacier
Bad *** outside keep sluttin’
I told $NOT to swerve out with the GOATs
I’m a flex up, *** gettin’ wrecked up, diamonds too cold they like “Damn, who this?”
Diamonds dancin’ now she said she gon’ swallow me
Like is that yo’ *** boy, tell the truth, you just mad ’cause yo’ *** keep on followin’ me (Yeah)
Like why the *** she keep on callin’?
Range Rover, keep swervin’
I’m in Canada feelin’ like I am a billionaire
And I drop thirty in Amsterdam
Pull up Aventador, I’m tryna sit back
Drank keep on talkin’ to me, I just chit-chat
I’m too *** in this ***, now I look like an Alien
Flyin’, lil’ ***, ***, a sport, a Mercedes-Benz
Why in the *** is your *** on my page again?
Maybe ’cause I am so loaded and that *** not, ha, yeah
Who the *** is this callin’ again, they get blocked
In the front door tryna get inside, I don’t know where to go (Yeah)
Hitting my phone up like what we doin’, let me know (What we doin?)
Tryna play all these games, I ain’t got no space up on my phone
And I’m all by myself ’cause I prefer to be alone (Go)
Got two-hundred on the dash, I’m a go so fast, lil’ *** don’t crash
I’m a cash out with all these racks out, I’m a show you what this about
Got a hundred bands in my pocket, I’m a buy these diamonds for all in my mouth
Got two-hundred bands in my pocket, I’m a buy that *** right now for my house
I’m a flex on niggas, I don’t give a *** ’bout that ***, I’m like who this?
Twenty bands, thirty bands, I’m a walk in the store, I’ma buy all of this *** (Hey)
You a broke ***, talk like a broke ***, can’t even come inside my whip
Every time that I cry, I’m a count my cash, can’t give you all these bricks (Hey)
