Like Dat Lyrics – BossMan Dlow

Read the full Like Dat lyrics by BossMan Dlow along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Bossman Dlow’s music, you can also explore Pillsbury Dlow and Game Winner, two other songs by Bossman Dlow.

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (D.a. got that dope)
Big Za (N!gga, huh, huh)

[Chorus]
I remember pulling up Honda Civic, now I pull up Bentley (Yoom, yoom)
I can’t see these broke n!ggas through these Carti lenses, huh (Boy)
Fell in love with blue hundreds, bae, let’s count this chicken, huh (Count this chicken)
If it’s ’bout some money, boy, count me in it, huh (Count me in it)
If I let you in my car, b!tch, just know you lucky (You lucky)
I remember I was fu*ked up, now I got cheese like Chuck E. (Bee)
I’m married to the money, baby, I ain’t tryna be your hubby (No)

Them VVSs dancing, baby, my neck doing the Dougie (Bling)

[Verse]
Huh, my wrist dancing like Mike Jack, yeah, boy, I’m like that, yeah
He went Audemars Piguet, diamonds make her pu*sy wet (Bling)
I was at the bottom, then I shot off to the top (Shot off)
I was wearing Polo, now I’m LV to the socks, huh, yeah
We step like a marching band, it’s big bands in these pants (Frr)
I be dunking on these n!ggas, I’m Dlow Morant (N!gga)
Come here, baby, I want you to be my baby, yeah (I want you to be my baby)
You gon’ play with who? Boy, you must be crazy (Boy, you must be crazy)
I got all this drip, look like a bird s*itted, huh (Look like a bird s*itted)
She say that pu*sy water, I’ma surf in it, yeah (Come here, bae)
I’m Mr. Go Get It, left pocket full of pink fifties, huh (Left pocket full of pink fifties)
Pockets full of blues like I got Smurfs in it, yeah (Big Za)

[Chorus]
I remember pulling up Honda Civic, now I pull up Bentley (Yoom, yoom)
I can’t see these broke n!ggas through these Carti lenses, huh (Boy)
Fell in love with blue hundreds, bae, let’s count this chicken, huh (Count this chicken)
If it’s ’bout some money, boy, count me in it, huh (Count me in it)
If I let you in my car, b!tch, just know you lucky (You lucky)
I remember I was fu*ked up, now I got cheese like Chuck E. (Bee)
I’m married to the money, baby, I ain’t tryna be your hubby (No)
Them VVSs dancing, baby, my neck doing the Dougie (Bling)