I’m That Ni#%a

Lyrics

[Chorus: Quelle Chris] Somebody wipe me down and if you lucky I might let you keep the towel (keep the towel) I flex the baddest bitch in each county each city each town (each city each town) So go ahead kiss the ring but know you can't lift the crown Cuz I'm that nigga yup yo I'm that nigga [Verse 1: Quelle Chris] I got the froq and dog with the solid gold bone Got a platinum card collection it look like upper deck We burnin' down so much it's fuckin' up the ozone Copped a bugatti for the driveway I ain't touch it yet Gordon Ramsey came over cooked up a nigga a festival He's like Q you that nigga I'm like yo get off my testicles Used to dream that one day I'd hook up with TLC (TLC) So I creep with DL freaks who need TLC Olympic pool Michael Phelps wanna train in (train in) I said it's cool bring through a zip of that rainman I got a cook for the cook and a pilot for the pilot And a island off the island off the mainland Cuz I'm that nigga yup yo I'm that nigga [Skit: Spoken Words] Man nigga you keep talking like you that nigga this, you that nigga that, why don't you never comeback in back to the hood nigga?! [Verse 2: Quelle Chris] I got charities for world peace and all of that I fuck celebrities between the sheets no callbacks Exotics furs when it's "brrr" like what you call that It's called I am rich bitch like fallback The P.O.T.U.S wants to shake my hand I'm like chill out, don't be stan, let's make weekend plans Accountant hit me with current numbers I'm hittin' a dab Hit like [?] Oprahs getting the tab Cuz I'm that nigga yup yo I'm that nigga Yup I'm that nigga [Verse 3: Denmark Vessey] Ayo I hate to brag I hate gloat I hate to lie yo I just came to use your wifi cuz mines slow All my favorite rappers got a line bout how that nine go (well how your nine go) When I ain't got one I don't need one I got action track ad-lib onomatopoeia's Sincerely that nigga P.S You can't six letter F with a nappy head deity Yeah thats me that nigga on my epitaph Stoic in the photo I'm that nigga that will never laugh I'm that nigga only nigga that get hella cap Hella range, no sleep, weather from the weather fan To the cell of dream that's a head to the toe Had to let niggas know you get sun when the weather bad (yeah) I'm that nigga though a king like Coretta Better have [?] if you ask what's my name I'm that nigga Word to id, word to ego I'm that negro That nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga They say it's Ethiopian for king, I'm with it Like can I get a amen can I get a witness Can a nigga get a tax break from handling his business Hashtag that's important yeah Highlight that yeah Put that on the on the Microsoft Excel, bro Chill Hashtag [Chorus: Quelle Chris] Somebody wipe me down and if you lucky I might get let you keep the towel I flex the baddest bitch in each county each city each town So go ahead kiss the ring cuz know you can't lift the crown Cuz I'm that nigga yup yo I'm that nigga I'm that nigga yup yo I'm that nigga (yeah) I'm that nigga yup yo I'm that nigga I'm that nigga yup yo I'm that nigga I'm that nigga yup yo I'm that nigga I'm that nigga yup yo I'm that nigga I'm that nigga I'm that nigga [Skit: Quelle Chris as Ya Boy The Dreamer & Spoken Words] Oh, shit! If it ain't Hollywood! Hollywood, Hollywood! What up though, what up though nigga? Yo, what up? How you doin' brotha? Yo, I don't know you man Whachu mean you- whachu mean you don't remember me, man? I don't know you nigga, I'm just sayin' Come on man, I was there with your nephew, he was making them T-shirts, I was the first nigga to buy a T-shirt Oh okay word? Oh yeah that's cool man I was saying you bout to be the pac of the neighborhood, nigga! Yeah, I got-I got shit to do though nigga, I got shit to do Oh, you don't remember me? Oh I got a song for you! Nah, I don't-I don't remember you, nigga It goes; Who, are you? What the fuck do you mean, who the fuck am I? I know who the fuck I am! And who do you belong to? [Verse 4: Quelle Chris] I belong to myself I built this empire, no cookies You want a cookie you could book me and put it in a rider Y'all niggas wasn't riding right beside us Kissing ass to ride in E class with Mariah Y'all be happy with me here trapping I was out there hustling tryna make this money off of rapping When I was putting out these mixtapes y'all was laughing Now they hands out for a handout when the cash in And the label dont wan't me hanging round all you savages Bro mans, only come around for the sammiches I hired all of y'all as my accountants and managers Then went broke cuz not a damn one of ya'll could manage it [Hook: Quelle Chris as Ya Boy The Dreamer & Spoken Words] Okay okay, who are you? What the fuck you mean nigga who am I? You know who I am I'm that nigga And who do you belong to? [Verse 5: Quelle Chris] I belong to myself I be bonin' down the hottest model out on the shelf Michael Jackson hit me from the grave to take him a selfie I'm that nigga healthy and y'all niggas wishing I was in the ghetto still with no ambition Ya'll field niggas happy to do my dishes I'm ballin' and y'all crawling tryna play my benches Got locked up ain't no one come to pay my bail Y'all just worked my clientele to pay y'all self Cuz y'all couldn't work to make a way y'all selves Stop tryna captain save me and save y'all selves niggas [Skit: Quelle Chris as Ya Boy The Dreamer & Spoken Words] Oh really? Who, are you? Nigga what the fuck you mean, who the fuck am I? You know who I am, nigga! I'm that nigga And who do you belong to? Nigga, I belong to myself, nigga like- I don't know who the fuck you are, like- and all of the sudden you walking up to me like I owe you something, nigga! This is my hood, nigga, I don't know you! I know you been working, I'm just sayin', cause you ever been back here Of course I've been working! Nigga you ain't me, you ain't putting the work that I put in Okay, okay, alright, fuck you nigga! Oh fuck me? Nigga, fuck you No, fuck you nigga! Fuck you! [Outro: Quelle Chris as Ya Boy The Dreamer & Denmark Vessey] Yo, yo, what up though? It's Ya Boy The Dreamer man, you know what I mean? Look like, you know... I was kinda frontin' man, like, look, this Hollywood shit is kinda- it ain't all is played out to be dawg, they kinda played me lowkey, they kinda played me, but look like, I'm 'bout to move back to the hood, you know what I'm sayin'? And like, you know, tryin' to see what's up with the team, you know what i mean? Like, let's get the team back together, my niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? FUCK, YOU!