Nemzzz Geekin Lyrics

[Intro: Nemzzz]
(Dee B got that)
Yo

[Chorus: Nemzzz]
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

[Verse 1: Nemzzz]
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 to tings
G, you ain't bad, you're a simp
I was walkin' round with a limp
Reason for it, what do you think?
What do you think? Haha

[Chorus: Nemzzz]
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

[Interlude: Lil Yachty]
(Con—)
Yeah, it's the Concrete Boy (Wow, Con—)
p*ssy (Wow, wow)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Your BD ain't richer (Concrete), he broker (Wow, wow, yeah)
Twenty-five thousand at, hoo (Wow, wow)
Twenty-five thousand at Strokers (Wow, wow, it's us)
The hood shit with me like (Wow, wow)
The hood shit stickin' with me like a odor (Wow, wow, p*ssy)
Put her on next, the lil' bity bitch get more tries than my motor (Wow, wow, wow, yeah, bro, yeah)
Put my lil' twin on a plate (Yeah)
You said that gettin' this money contagious (What?)
You bring your ho on top of the table, that bitch shit gettin' hit like Vegas (Yeah, yeah, phew, phew, yeah)
'Hamdulillah, I'm not religious, but this money been comin' crazy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Need on your back like a baby (Yeah, phew), hoo
Comin' in weekly, what it is?
Double-up CC (Damn), f*ck bitch (Hoo)
I drop a band-chy on her wrist (Yeah)
I'm lookin' fancy, here it is (Yeah, hell yeah)
I might just trick on ya, what it is? (Yeah)
Put out some new money for your kids
What you gon' do for me?
My bitch [countin'?] kids on her cheek bones
It's war paint

[Chorus: Nemzzz]
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