Different League lyrics

by

Nines


[Intro: Nafe Smallz]
I sold bits, I sold raw
Press a brick, never fraud
Hit and miss, bet I score
Why he mad? He ain't sho'

[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]
I sold bits, I sold raw
I sold hits, sold out tours
Press a brick, never fraud
Said I'll quit, just sold some more
Hit and miss, bet I score
f*ck your b*tch when I want
Why he mad? He ain't sho'
Different league, different dough
I sold bits, I sold raw
I sold hits, sold out tours
Press a brick, never fraud
Said I'll quit, just sold some more
Hit and miss, bet I score
f*ck your b*tch when I want
Why he mad? He ain't sho'
Different league, different dough

[Verse 1: Nines]
I'm from the hood, now I live in a mansion
These n*ggas are mad, I'm counting these bags while I sit in a Phantom
Word to my jewellers, I spent quarter mill on my wrist and medallion
They said I'm ugly, and now I get money she thinks that I'm handsome
Touched down Dubai with the gang and we had a fun night
Went straight to the Louis V shop, from there we went Club White
Remember them days on the estate when we had to fight over nitties
Now it's tour dates and all these b*tches ask me to sign on their titties
Won't see me in a club with no shank, fam, I always bring my strally
Before I went jail I was selling stardawg and bricks of ammi
When I had no packs I had to take a trip to Cali
I ain't even bring no suitcase, I just bought a list of addys
They ain't trapping like me, we ain't got the same quotes
If you ain't tryna buy a yacht next year, we ain't in the same boat
n*ggas know I'm a plug, got bottom shelf and expensive weed
And I got mids, got bandos and dispensaries
[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]
I sold bits, I sold raw
I sold hits, sold out tours
Press a brick, never fraud
Said I'll quit, just sold some more
Hit and miss, bet I score
f*ck your b*tch when I want
Why he mad? He ain't sho'
Different league, different dough
I sold bits, I sold raw
I sold hits, sold out tours
Press a brick, never fraud
Said I'll quit, just sold some more
Hit and miss, bet I score
f*ck your b*tch when I want
Why he mad? He ain't sho'
Different league, different dough

[Verse 2: Clavish]
I just left mummy's house
The runners down on my feet, two and a Q
Respect from my n*ggas up in the trap
If it weren't for rap I'd be in there too
The feds, they hate me
They know I done some shavings bait but left no clue
Brought a hunting knife to war
Cah the three-eight never had no shoes
Told me she's leaving, why?
Cause I'm a rapper wasting her time
She hates when I'm up in DXB
Cause she knows what I do in Dubai
I end up giving them di*k
I step in the club and never say "Hi"
Then end up bussing my nut
And book her a cab, I never said "Bye"
Course I got money, you can tell by the rip in my jeans
I'm at an awards show with my n*ggas daydreamin' bout hitting the fiends
I ride out sober, me and big homie pull up on the opps, drinking their lean
On road he was the baddest, went to jail now he on his deen
My n*ggas, they tell me to chill
Saying I spend too much on jackets
When it's time for guns I buy them, I think I spend too much on mashes
I buy waps but I'm into fashion, rather the Culli than the Phantom
I got a couple hoes from Glasgow
They just wanna f*ck on me and the mandem
[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]
I sold bits, I sold raw
I sold hits, sold out tours
Press a brick, never fraud
Said I'll quit, just sold some more
Hit and miss, bet I score
f*ck your b*tch when I want
Why he mad? He ain't sho'
Different league, different dough
I sold bits, I sold raw
I sold hits, sold out tours
Press a brick, never fraud
Said I'll quit, just sold some more
Hit and miss, bet I score
f*ck your b*tch when I want
Why he mad? He ain't sho'
Different league, different dough
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