Connie Diiamond & Dame D.O.L.L.A. – Raid Lyrics

Raid Lyrics by Connie Diiamond & Dame D.O.L.L.A.

[Chorus: Connie Diiamond]
Yeah, huh, look how we get it
Look how we winnin’, huh
Oh, you in yo, feelin’s like you mad
Well, bitch, I’m with it
I’m on my suit and tie
And that mean I’m about my business, huh
Pull up makin’ racket
With all these diamonds in my tennis, bitch
Okay, let’s get it, huh
I ain’t got no time for janky business hoes and critics, huh
BOA with runners, never knock me off my pivot, huh
We can’t spend no time after he reach his spendin’ limit
Shit, I need a big percentage, yeah

[Verse 1: Connie Diiamond]
Yeah, okay let’s get it, huh
Wear ’em out then swap him treat my niggas like they rented, huh
Day ones don’t mean shit, ’cause even night and day be switching up
Slave over a stove ’cause shit ain’t free, I gotta whip it up
Okay, let’s get it, huh
New vacay to Cali scouting plugs off intuition
‘Cause I need a bag and a new bag to put up in it
When niggas try to bag without a bag I get offended, huh
Niggas talking bad but act like fans up in my mentions
Okay, let’s get it, huh, any bitch start dissing
Watch Amber alert her missing, huh
Getting to the chicken my runners all need a ribbon
You know I gotta get it my nigga I’m really different, yeah

[Chorus: Connie Diiamond]
Okay, let’s get, huh
Look how we winning
Oh, you in your feelings like you mad, well bitch, I’m with it
I’m on my suit and tie and that mean I’m about my business
Pull up make a racket with all these diamonds in my tennis, bitch
Okay, let’s get it, huh
I ain’t got no time for janky business hoes or critics
BOA with runners never knock me off my pivot
We can’t spend no time after he reach his spending limit
Bitches tripping penny pinching, shit I need a big percentage

[Verse 2: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
If they call about the paper then I pick up on the first ring
Talk about a bag, niggas know I’m on the first team
Bitch I bust a check, uh, Bentley on my neck
I can’t fuck around with no niggas not commanding no respect
Real G, I got some code about me, I hang with niggas that I shouldn’t
‘Cause they the ones that showed me love before I started cooking
With these wins I’m John Wooden, built myself a cushion
‘Cause I’m tired of all these lames with this cappin’ and this wolf in
Bout my business, uh, suit and tie dripping
Jordan type of alpha but you know I need a Pippen
My brother fit description and my cousins do too
We learned the hard way, nigga, not on YouTube
I’m official as a whistle, realness in my tissue
Family buttoned up you could still get ya issue
I’m more the type to never let it go than be forgetful
Well, the only thing I wish you, I hope they don’t dismiss you, mm
[Chorus: Connie Diiamond]
Okay, let’s get it, huh, look how we winning, huh
Oh, you in your feelings like you mad, well, bitch, I’m with it
I’m on my suit and tie and that mean I’m about my business, huh
Pull up make a racket with all these diamonds in my tennis, bitch
Okay, let’s get it, huh, I ain’t got no time for janky business hoes or critics
BOA with runners never knock me off my pivot
We can’t spend no time after he reach his spending limit
Bitches tripping penny pinching, shit, I need a big percentage