Doe B - Clientele Lyrics
(Intro)We here to save the mother*****in streetsThe streets disciples, niggaDJ Scream, Doe BBaby JesusHood Rich, biatch(Hook)I got real diamonds in my watchShinin like a fish scaleYou must not see the check I gotNew Ghost and the PanameraCatch on the foreigner*****in nigga my wayI don’t get it back I’m ballinCos I got stupid clientele(Verse)Stupid clientele bumpin out the chargeOut on 12, blow our cell, nigga comin sureOld bass nah, I got straight jobJumping out the part, movin, playin largeOnly see the key, talkin rechargeI got what you need, wut you got?Copy 2-0-3, here’s another oneRollie AAP, both for 1-0-1It’s like yo watch a BB gun, I’m a bad boyBig old diamonds in my tron look like trap rocksI trap the bad *****es, jack boys a test for yaBut the kid’s still in the trap going hard(Hook)I got real diamonds in my watchShinin like a fish scaleYou must not see the check I gotNew Ghost and the PanameraCatch on the foreigner*****in nigga my wayI don’t get it back I’m ballinCos I got stupid clientele(Verse)I got real molly on the scaleThis ain’t down south, nigga this that real dealI’m gon serve a K, boy this shit can get realTeam full ahead, bosses no trivillRoll the cut, bought the Xan pill***** the ***** and I can’t remember night stillLouie V in my belt buckleNigga I won’t tussle, I’m a boy that fall in brochure***** I’m from a diamond, we got swever sealNo strap for sale, nothing but grind for saleI might just pull the trigger if you ain’t got the dealThey don’t need nada, I got stupid clientele(Hook)I got real diamonds in my watchShinin like a fish scaleYou must not see the check I gotNew Ghost and the PanameraCatch on the foreigner*****in nigga my wayI don’t get it back I’m ballinCos I got stupid clientele(Verse)***** until I hold em, all we do is win winMaserati all white like my girlfriendLil mama think ahead, she got swordfishI like to throw it in the water, swim baby, swimGoing hard in the paint, all these down blazingCall me foot long as Shawty all the damn J’sBaby mail for me, cookin all the joy for meA million cheap burger soul, yea I done swore oneHow you think a nigga steady coppin all these bricksMixin weed with this strong, I ain’t lyin bout shitAnd I stay fly on my shitGuess that why she on my dickGot yo hoe last year settlin right here on my wrist(Hook)I got real diamonds in my watchShinin like a fish scaleYou must not see the check I gotNew Ghost and the PanameraCatch on the foreigner*****in nigga my wayI don’t get it back I’m ballinCos I got stupid clienteleCos I got stupid clienteleCos I got stupid clientele
