Maxo Kream – JIGGA DAME

Letra “Maxo Kream – JIGGA DAME” Official Lyrics

Chorus

Broken bummy, done bet I didn’t have a thing
Got some money, it’s funny how people change
Selling rock with the Glock, I was hitting plays
Like The Rock, you can smell what I’m cooking, mane
Burn the block, seven J’s in my Michael J’s
Sign to Roc, I do years and fly private planes
Me and Jigga talk figures, he give me game
Me and my niggas split millions like Jigga Dame

Post-Chorus

I saw Ye, like Adidas, it wasn’t easy
Called my chopper Kim K and put niggas on TV
Syrup like Kardashian, black chain
Spent a mil on AP’s and Balenciagas

Verse 1

I was rich, now I’m richer, bustdown Richard Millie
On my grind for some timе, then I made a milly
Can’t go out like 6ix9inе, I’ma touch a billy
Chased a mil in a week, like I’m Meek in Philly

Chorus

Burn the block, seven J’s in my Michael J’s
Sign to Roc, I do years and fly private planes
Me and Jigga talk figures, he give me game
Me and my niggas split millions like Jigga Dame

Verse 2

Not a doctor but I pour the wok
In a pineapple Phantom and mix it like Purple Rain
Waka Flocka, I used to spin choppers for dollars
But now I’m upset like I’m Gucci Mane
Broken foot, now they calling me boujee, mane
Gucci, Louis, switch bills like I’m Pootie Tang
Mike Amiri, don’t do the consuming, mane
You can tell I’m the shit like a doobie stain
Never change on my gang, got the same bros
Got the same number, getting jail calls from J-Lo
Getting FaceTimed from J. Cole on the same phone
At the Roc Nation brunch, eating lunch with Hov
Had the Glock, it might touch you, ain’t even know

Chorus

Selling rock with the Glock, I was hitting plays
Like The Rock, you can smell what I’m cooking, mane
Burn the block, seven J’s in my Michael J’s
Sign to Roc, I do years and fly private planes
Me and Jigga talk figures, he give me game
Me and my niggas split millions like Jigga Dame

Post-Chorus

I saw Ye, like Adidas, it wasn’t easy
Called my chopper Kim K and put niggas on TV
Syrup like Kardashian, black chain
Spent a mil on AP’s and Balenciagas

Verse 3

Used to trap with the package and wrap the product
Started rapping and trapping and making dollars
Walking lick, talking shit, you can’t rob the robber
Get you hit with the stick like a piñata
Used to take xannies off the stand with my Grannies
Now I’m front row, got a seat at the Grammy’s
Mama couldn’t serve me so I act like my daddy
Now I thumb through the bands, I’m the man of the family