GEEKIN Lyrics by Nemzzz & Lil Yachty
(Dee B got that)
Yo
I been ghostin’ you ’cause I’m workin’
Like what do you really expect?
Money-obsessed, cute and sweet
Okay, okay, I love how you dress
Mind how you talk, give me respect
It’s hurtin’ you ’cause I got the effect
Mind how you talk, give me respect
Don’t let this shit get to your head
The bag came heavy like metal
Tryin’ to chill but I just can’t settle
Drive how I want ’cause this ain’t no rental
My bro, my genna like Kendall
Lil’ black dress and the silhouette’s mental
Heavy-handed, I gotta be gentle
Unsaved numbers, I’m too forgetful (Dee B got that)
I’m too forgetful
All year been stackin’ my chips
Next year I wanna take some trips
[Loose sips?], sink the ship
So I can’t even talk the tings
G, you ain’t bad, you’re a simp
I was walkin’ round with a limb
Reason for it, what do you think?
What do you think? Haha
I been ghostin’ you ’cause I’m workin’
Like what do you really expect?
Money-obsessed, cute and sweet
Okay, okay, I love how you dress
Mind how you talk, give me respect
It’s hurtin’ you ’cause I got the effect
Mind how you talk, give me respect
Don’t let this shit get to your head
Yeah, it’s the Concrete Boy (Wow) (Con—)
Pussy (Wow, wow)
That biddie ain’t rich, yeah, you broke her (Wow, wow) (Yeah)
Twenty-five thousand [?], hoo (Wow, wow)
Twenty-five thousand [?] (Wow, wow) (It’s us)
The hood shit on me like (Wow, wow)
The hood stickin’ with me like a odor (Wow, wow) (Pussy)
[?] I love when this bitch get more charged than my motor (Wow, wow, wow) (Yeah, yeah)
Put my lil’ twin on a plate (Yeah)
You said that gettin’ this money contagious (What?)
You bring [?] the table, that bitch [?] like Vegas (Yeah, yeah, phew, phew, yeah)
Hamdulillah, I’m not religious, but this [money big?], comin’ crazy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[?] baby (Yeah, phew), hoo
Comin’ in weekly, [what is this?]
[?] CC (Damn), fuck bitch (Hoo)
I drop a band [?] on her wrist (Yeah)
I’m lookin’ fancy, here it is (Yeah, hell yeah)
I might just trick on ya, [what is this?] (Yeah)
Put out some new money for your kids
[What?] you can’t do for me
My bitch [?]
It’s wall paint
I been ghostin’ you ’cause I’m workin’
Like what do you really expect?
Money-obsessed, cute and sweet
Okay, okay, I love how you dress
Mind how you talk, give me respect
It’s hurtin’ you ’cause I got the effect
Mind how you talk, give me respect
Don’t let this shit get to your head