Rubbin’ Off The Paint (YBN Nahmir Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
That's what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal
Ayy, yuh, ayy, okay
Okay, yuh

[Hook]
I got a lot of blue money, new money is racks
Do a show, gimme cash, I ain't payin' no tax
I copped the racks for the day and I counted up ten
Put them racks real estate, multiply it by ten
n*ggas subtweet me, I'ont never get tagged
Why you worried about me, go and get you a bag
These n*ggas broke, no money, miss meals, they weak
Forty hours at yo job wouldn't equal my feet, b*tch

[Verse]
But I'm that n*gga, shoutout YBN, young n*gga flexin'
Transfer two hunnid bands from my savings to my checking
Big money, I been livin' great, Bora Bora wit' it
I know these pus*y n*ggas fans of me, go ahead, admit it
I collect bands in my sleep, work when it's sunny
I done blew up off the 'Tube young n*gga funny
Now it's music, my n*ggas movin' pack like some units
It's confusin', I do not know which bank I be usin'
Too much money, these n*ggas broke, dusty, and bummy
So I be snatchin' on they b*tches then I chew 'em like gummies
It's DDG, get familiar, I be purposely flexin'
And when yo b*tch on her phone, I'm the one she be textin'
Watch yo step, these red bottoms cost me a future
Don't touch my wrist, this AP froze like a cooler
These n*ggas hoes, they only tough over computers
That goofy act like he own but he really a loser
Why I always wear this chain? 'Cause it cost me a fortune
Why yo b*tch freakin' on me? 'Cause I'm f*ckin' important
She see the ice on my neck, see the splash on my wrist
Sloppy toppy, take her home, then you give her a kiss
n*ggas hatin' in my comments but I keep gettin' riches
The only n*ggas that'll hate got no profile picture
'Cause you a lame, you a f*ckin' stain', you should be ashamed
You be cappin' like you shootin', you ain't even got no aim
I ain't really with the beefin' 'less I'm gettin' a check
Cashed out, put 25K on my neck
Yo b*tch told me told me, "Come over," told her, "Gimme a sec,"
Speedin' in the i8, almost got in a wreck
Skrt, skrt! Ring, ring- "Be here by eleven,"
I told her, "Why you rushin' me? I'll be there in a second."
I walked in, she butt naked, then I f*cked her to seven
I asked her why she keep cheatin'- "'Cause my ex is a peasant."
[Hook]
I got a lot of blue money, new money is racks
Do a show, gimme cash, I ain't payin' no tax
I copped the racks for the day and I counted up ten
Put them racks real estate, multiply it by ten
n*ggas subtweet me, I'ont never get tagged
Why you worried about me, go and get you a bag
These n*ggas broke, no money, miss meals, they weak
Forty hours at yo job wouldn't equal my feet, b*tch