JIGGA DAME Songtext
von Maxo Kream

Broke and bummy, down bad, 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

Murda 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

I sold yay, like Adidas, it wasn′t easy
Called my chopper Kim K and put niggas on TV
Used to rob like Kardashian, Blac Chyna
Spent a mil on APs and Balenciagas

I was rich, now I′m richer, bustdown Richard Millie
On my grind for some time, then I made a milly
Can't go out like 6ix9ine, I′ma touch a billy
Chased a mil in a week, like I'm Meek in Philly


Murda 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

Not a doctor but I pour the wok
In a pineapple Fanta and mix it like Purple Rain
Waka Flocka, I used to play choppers for dollars
But now I′m on stage 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 Ksubi, mane

You can tell I′m the shit like a dookie 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

Selling rock with the Glock, I was hitting plays
Like The Rock, you can smell what I′m cooking, mane

Murda 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


I sold yay, like Adidas, it wasn't easy
Called my chopper Kim K and put niggas on TV
Used to rob like Kardashian, Blac Chyna
Spent a mil on APs and Balenciagas

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 I was stayin' 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