Brag! - Collusions!

I've got a real important job In a large office buildin' Ridin' people in an elevator I drive a '57 Chevrolet With busted tail lights Burned out valves And a leaky radiator I wear a twenty dollar suit I bought from J.C. Penney's Back in 1962 But I've got somethin' to brag about Somethin' to brag about Somethin' to brag about in you I'm a short-order cook At an all night cafe Down on 18th Avenue and 12th Street I wear a swingin' mini-dress That I made for myself From Mama's kitchen curtains And old bed sheets I've got 17 pages Of Top Value stamps And one old pair of shoes But I've got somethin' to brag about Somethin' to brag about Somethin' to brag about in you When you're with the fellas, I know You start braggin' 'bout My hourglass figure And my big brown eyes Tell 'em, you tell your girlfriends 'Bout my sweet, sweet lovin' And that's one better that Money can't buy So, let's get married In the not-to-distant future We'll rent a little flat On 29th Street You know, we'll hang our washin' On the clothes line from the window We'll feast on cornbread Butter beans and lunch meat We won't have a thermostat A big long Cadillac But we'll have a love that's true Love has somethin' to brag about Yeah and I'll have, somethin' to brag about Yeah, somthin' to brag about in you

I don't wanna brag too fast I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag too bad I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't want no looks from the side I don't fuck with crooked niggas With the side eye Money all it took for you to get in line Only in my circle is we splitting this pie And if you snooze You lose Don't hop up on the band wagon When it's in the news Go and play the tunes Like you pray to God Don't believe the lames because We know who we are Got a deal and it's on the real Straight to a billion from zero And that's word to Tío I only spit a hundred facts Not to make you feel bad I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag too fast I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag too bad I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag on that ass I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag too bad I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag Look, now I gotta dash, niggas trash Why you getting mad, nigga get off your ass If I ever take her from you, you won't get her back Way before the COVID I was running round the city with a mask boy He bad, that nigga bad, every time she let me smash I make her do the splish splash Why I wanna win, I gotta work Look if I put in half Im get back what its worth If I go give my own I'm gonna get what I deserve If I give her to the streets, (to the what?) The streets know I had it first I gotta go, I gotta go, skrt skrt I gotta go, I gotta go, skrt skrt I don't need your lips saying when to go And I wouldn't do it even if you say so Caught 'em in my rear when I hit the road Uh It's gon' be my year baby If you ain't know And now the flames they wanna rush in Started a stream Now a bitch is straight flooding Cut off them lames Its nothing A little change got you envying something Seems so sad Think of the friends I had Ooh Won't rub it in baby Cuz I got class Don't wanna brag when I get the big bag Yuh I don't wanna brag too fast I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag too bad I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag on that ass I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag too bad I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag