My Customer

(专辑： Brick Factory: Volume One - 2014)

[Hook:]
Yo baby daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got shit fo'cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer

[Verse 1:]
Gucci man, I'm coming through customs, and bills I'm busting 'em
Shout out to my momma, I love her, I got my money out
Niggas, they be hayley discussing, yo, where yo money, yo?
How you think Gucci Mane owe you, man, you ain't fronting, nigga
Gucii Mane not take pro'lem, you just a customer
Niggas neva thought we would make it, man, they don't fuck wid us
Juice Man brought a ton of pro'lems, 'partment full of baking bottles
We keep looking out the glasses, like we playn cops and robbers
But fuck the coppers, and fuck the robbers
It's Big Guap, yo, pusha man, I saw your problems
Look, I dunno who's looking at you wid binoculars
Alright in the phobia, four drop spiders goo up in the fight, yo

[Hook:]
If yo daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got shit fo'cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer

[Verse 2:]
Cause you hanging with a yung nigga, gulping on a wrist fish
Gallup on them on my draws, ain't leave until they ain't love
Gramy sent me freezing, man, they hardly hit 'em, bitch gon' swole
Man on block, he had it here, man don't serve a clash here
Where's that 39 shit? Full of ghiddy detail
Fish scale got my phone, ring it?! Ring ring, my lil' bling it?!
All these bitches on me feening. Fucking money, they on my penis?!
On the road to squeeze money, world wide, nigga, we feening
(You a customer coming back? Shit, I got it fo' sale)

[Hook:]
Yo baby daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got shit fo'cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer

[Verse 3:]
I got it on my own, uncle got it at the bowl, possing stowe
To the low, you know everytime us go. Hustling hoe, the trap don't roll
It's outta control, everything is served
Coming through it, instead of making plays, right?
I don't sip absurd!
They dealing, they dealing, they dealing
The trap bugs, they gon' make a killing
Got money all under the matrice
And hundreds, they all in the ceiling
I'm fucking now all of the' bitches
I'm make 'em do all of me business
I make 'em make all of my playz
I make 'em do all of my dealing

[Hook:]
Yo baby daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got shit fo'cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer