Broads/Wet

Lyrics

Part I: Broads [Intro: Desiigner] Ayy, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Desiigner] We just made a lot today Got more cash to put inside my safe We just made a hundred thousand Got more broads to put inside my wraith We iced, got the coolest on us (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney) And we gettin' money, we got the Rugers on us We iced, got the coolest on us And we get the money, we got the Rugers on us [Post-Chorus: Desiigner] Gotta get that money (Get that money), long I don't trust no ho (I don't trust no slut), no soul Go slatt then blat, suicide doors We goin' to the top, that's what the grind for [Verse: Desiigner] We just made a lot today Got more cash I put inside my safe (We just go in the bathroom She can just throw it up in my face) My Bentley truck got leg room She can just throw it back any place (That .45 knock your face off So when the feds come, don't leave a trace) We be gettin' that money and they can't leave me alone (I throw shots are your [?] and I throw shots at your [?]) Quit playin' with me, we get money all day long (We get dripped up, give a bad bitch VVS stones) [Chorus: Desiigner] We just made a lot today Got more cash to put inside my safe We just made a hundred thousand Got more broads to put inside my wraith We iced, got the coolest on us And we gettin' money, we got the Rugers on us We iced, got the coolest on us And we get the money, we got the Rugers on us [Post-Chorus: Desiigner] Gotta get that money (Get that money), long I don't trust no ho (I don't trust no slut), no soul Go slatt then blat, suicide doors We goin' to the top, that's what the grind for Part II: Wet [Chorus: Desiigner] Niggas hot like the summer Make her wet, get her wetter Count the blues, get them hundreds And we spent hundred thousand Take your broad to the islands I'm Desiigner, got no stylist In the DMs, we be wylin' I'm so fly, I'm the pilot [Verse 1: Desiigner] Stack my bread and I pilot Niggas hate so I got it I will cock it, I will pop it Any nigga tryna stop it Got the Rari, Ayo, Gotti Get my kilos from the papi And your broad call me papi Give me sloppy, give me toppy I was broke, now I got it Got a chain, got a watch A six-car parking lot Got them broads on my Yacht Got them drugs on my block The traphouse, it won't stop For Kobe, get that guap Make her booty, make it drop [Chorus: Desiigner] Niggas hot like the summer Make her wet, get her wetter Count the blues, get them hundreds And we spent hundred thousand Take your broad to the islands I'm Desiigner, got no stylist In the DMs, we be wylin' I'm so fly, I'm the pilot [Verse 2: Desiigner] Baby rich, baby violent Niggas wylin' 'cause we stylin' Icy wrist, forty G Gettin' bottles from Jay-Z Got them broads, they lowkey Keep them guns, play with me She a baddie with a beam And she want a real nigga on her team Swear to God, wanna fuck it Got the fatty, got the bubble Bend it over, put it in Then you scream that I love you She like Percies 'cause they edible Pop the Molly, feel incredible Smokin' gas, that's that medical See an opp, she get critical [Chorus: Desiigner] Niggas hot like the summer Make her wet, get her wetter Count the blues, get them hundreds And we spent hundred thousand Take your broad to the islands I'm Desiigner, got no stylist In the DMs, we be wylin' I'm so fly, I'm the pilot