Union Dues (feat. Berner & Nym Lo)

The vibe’s flowing, the things moving

The spots booming, the stakes large

The vibe’s flowing, the things moving

The spots booming, the stakes large

Take all of your re-up bread (get more money)

Take all of your re-up bread (get more money)

Good numbers

A whole thing nothing less than a quarter

Type of plays you can’t maneuver, no lobby or foyer

My old head move the needle he a human embroider

The gangsta sit aint just to kill its to put into order

Zero tolerance for nothing, my patience is shorter

On the floor in Oakland like I play for the Warriors

A finisher,few assists, I ain’t with all the foolishness

This VS is a movie bitch ain’t no popular jewelry kid, come on man

I don’t want hear bout you all in your bag

All your alleged play brag all the money you had

Old work the eagle landed on Donny McNabb

Cut it out, high fashion ain’t a Zara collab part of my swag

My threads cost, Balenciaga and its four or five

Its brand new, I’mma keep it smooth

CL, while in here text GL to my paralegal

Make sure he eat well

[Verse 2: Nym Lo]

I’m at the top of my game

Whip a drop in the rain

Thirty bands in my pocket is change, feel me?

I ain’t worried bout a thing, I know that king gone come

I have a fiend named Sam, cook it and that change gone come

Just me and my dog call us the doberman

You want to put in work? I got some openings

Got super rich under they nose before they noticed it

And that came from staying in my lane right where Lois is

You wanna talk price? Well this is where the lowest is

The other night i just got on a flight to where they grow the shit

Fuck with me and I make sure your safe with some heroic shit

Now dog pass the flutes right where the Moet is

Money, case you want to know what the motive is

German whips, V12 stamps where the motor is

You think its funny till I'm walking past your honey

Ain’t no boof, you smell this money, homie that's what my aroma is

Take your re up money and go shop with it

Empty boxes on the floor did the cops hid it

My friend on the other hand he blame the mailman

But tried to spend with the little homie that's a failed plan

When he showed up his whole crew froze up

Got to slapping cats and cut both his big toes up

Gang tight, yeah, he know the MO

Cause trust is just like trying to make a demo

It's pointless, tell my enemies they better join us

Huge warehouse right across from the warriors

No days off, they smell me at the playoffs

I’m rolling up on my pink slip the Benz paid off

I got accounts in Panama with some Ms in it

Money bend yeah you barely put a dent in it

Out in Harlem with Smoke, got bags of float

That's why they call me the goat, I got dope, yeah