Bobby Brown - Belly

Yeah, fightin' for the 98, now I’m in that 2 percent

Flashbacks to '02, R. Kelly in the news again

Hopin' it’s confusion, I can’t afford to lose again

Real life, no Superman, that’s why the villains usually win

They just want our soul, so I get home and pop some Luther in

Rappin' on a Sunday, dirty looks from all the Lutherans

Check my net worth, I don’t need the network

I’m burnin' holes in my thousand dollar sweatshirt

Turnin' hoes into thousand dollar experts

If you hatin' suck a dick until your neck hurt

She on that Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions

Devil tried to buy my soul, but it’s too expensive

She said that money was a new religion

Paper multiplyin', we don’t do division

I used to ride the bus without a bus pass

Now I tell a bitch to ride the moustache

Like Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions

Devil tried to buy my soul-

She on that Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions

Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive

Lately I ain’t been myself but you can’t tell the difference

Now my shit hittin', I’m the one you missin'

She on that Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions

Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive

Lately I ain’t been myself but you can’t tell the difference

Now my shit hittin', (I'm the one you missin')

I’m way too old for new love

I’m chasin' new bucks

Plus my heart too cold for Nubuck

You hoes should suit up

Swear this shit is like a new drug

And I’m the new plug

Flow so dope that you could shoot up

Stay low and move up

And my drop shit pop, I’m too clutch

I’m takin' too much

Pull up with that pompon, who been gassin' you up?

Bitch you supposed to hold me down, what’s been holdin' you up?

Either way I don’t give two fucks, you ain’t worth two nuts

Sam told me so much, Diddy told me no rush

No luck, sorry Puff, I’m in Ferraris doin' donuts

This feelin' got me so numb

XO the clique, they won’t touch

Yeah MCM can’t touch the water he might fuck his gold up

Hold up, there’s love inside this styrofoam cup

I been runnin' through your mind and that’s what fucked my soul up

Smokin' like I ain’t got no lungs, I started so young

College bitches goin' so dumb, suck my dick like no gums

She on that Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions

Devil tried to buy my soul-

She on that Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions

Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive

Lately I ain’t been myself but you can’t tell the difference

Now my shit hittin', I’m the one you missin'

She on that Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions

Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive

Lately I ain’t been myself but you can’t tell the difference

Now my shit hittin'