Lyrics OBN Jay – Nia Long

Khris James, what the fuck?
PlayBoy on this bitch, but he ain’t playin’, though

Real niggas and the money makers in my circle
Double trigger glizzys, all my niggas like to work ’em

Ayy, step out fresh as the Fourth
Tuckin’ that iron when I step in the club
Drippin’ like water, I look like a jug
Lit bad bitch, might put her in Uggs
Only bosses laugh with me
Bitch, I’m livin’ lavishly
Bad bitch keep attackin’ me
I can’t fall off, back in the streets
Bein’ broke, no way, it ain’t no way, I got shit on my plate
Hit bro for the smoke, he say he flake, he gotta get back straight
I don’t want no company, I know most of that shit be fake
Leavin’ in a Honda, pull back up in a big body Wraith
Livin’ in a time machine like fast time
To all my niggas dead and gone, I’d spend my last dime
My niggas in heaven, know love to see they life one last time

Real niggas and the money makers in my circle
Double trigger glizzys, all my niggas like to work ’em
Bitch, I do my shit, that OBN, I put the earth on
I wonder who gon’ stick when they feel like all of my worth gone
Forever gon’ run behind that sack until my time gone
Gotta run it up until my bag lookin’ mad long
I don’t wanna talk unless we FaceTime, iPhone
Married to that bag, now I’m committed to my Nia Long
Bands in my pocket
I watched my niggas sell that shit and re-up
I don’t drink alcohol, I want a lean cup
I just been workin’, I don’t hate on no one
I just got committed to my fuckin’ Nia Long

I’m steady saucin’ if he tryna get steamed up
VVS’s over me, I’m blinged up
Hotbox the foreign, bitch, I got it steamed up
I work so long, now they hollerin’ we up
I’m all about a dollar, wake up in the morning
Sleepless, ain’t no yawning
I’m too official, nigga hatin’ on my talent
Hollerin’ ’bout I bought this
But bitch, I self-taught this
So much fake love, I swear a nigga don’t got feelings
I don’t want no dealings
Bitch, I’m steady healing
From all the shit that y’all did to the youngin
Them digits steady comin’
I’m all about my money (Da-da-da-da)

Real niggas and the money makers in my circle
Double trigger glizzys, all my niggas like to work ’em
Bitch, I do my shit, that OBN, I put the earth on
I wonder who gon’ stick when they feel like all of my worth gone
Forever gon’ run behind that sack until my time gone
Gotta run it up until my bag lookin’ mad long
I don’t wanna talk unless we FaceTime, iPhone
Married to that bag, now I’m committed to my Nia Long
Bands in my pocket
I watched my niggas sell that shit and re-up
I don’t drink alcohol, I want a lean cup
I just been workin’, I don’t hate on no one
I just got committed to my fuckin’ Nia Long

Ayy, oh-ooh-woah-oh-oh
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-woah-oh-oh
Oh, oh, da-da-da-da
Oh, oh, da-da-da-da