Rich

We make it rich
We gettin' rich, bitch

You have my number
Then make it ring, ring, ring
That's my phone
Don't match my tone
That's my ting, ting, ting
We want the money
We getting rich, rich, rich
You want the cars
You want the clothes
Now that's my bitch, bitch, bitch

You have my number
Then make it ring, ring, ring
That's my phone
Don't match my tone
That's my ting, ting, ting
We want the money
We getting rich, rich, rich
You want the cars
You want the clothes
Now that's my bitch, bitch, bitch

We getting rich, rich
Stay up off my dick, dick
Heard you bought her an engagement ring oh that's your bitch, bitch
Put that boy up in a coffin now he really sick, sick
Everywhere I go I leave a puddle that's my drip, drip
Stay up off of my phone line
Can't fuck around with no co-sign
Ex bitch in my messages she wanna reminisce about the old times
Told her I don't got no time
She don't even know the real me
But I promise at the top then they gon feel me
You feel me

You have my number
Then make it ring, ring, ring
That's my phone
Don't match my tone
That's my ting, ting, ting
We want the money
We getting rich, rich, rich
You want the cars
You want the clothes
Now that's my bitch, bitch, bitch

You have my number
Then make it ring, ring, ring
That's my phone
Don't match my tone
That's my ting, ting, ting
We want the money
We getting rich, rich, rich
You want the cars
You want the clothes
Now that's my bitch, bitch, bitch

I got that cars and the clothes
We racking the money not hoes
Looking both ways when you crossing the road
Which way we're you looking to go
I'm getting high feeling predisposed
I'm parking there like the meters closed
Punching my ticket, the clippers there
Sheesh, can you just feel me here
I'm a diamond feeling flawless
Don't worry about you why you callin'
You worried about me but I'm ballin'
Block shots, Deandre Jordan

I know you feeling the juice
I know you feeling me too
Girl I know Kungfu
Know that I'm ridin' wit you

Okayy