Riches

(M-M-Manny?)

G's up, hoes down, get money
Having a good time with a couple snow bunnies
Cocaine on her nose got her looking funny
See this .50 on my hip and that's for anybody
Real talk, I don't like playin' games
So don't speak on my last name
Real shit, I ain't worried
Man, they fucking with my people then somebody gettin' buried

Never been a lame, you can even ask my pops
It's getting me the money and somebody gettin' dropped
Get away clean way before they call the cops
I really do mean it, anything for the guap
I used to be broke, now I got my money up
Cruise around with the 12-gauge, ready for the fun
Fuckin' on a pretty bitch anytime I want
I know that I'm married, I ain't trippin' if it's wrong

But fuck it, putting in work in a bucket
Messed up, say nothin', pull in a discussion
Hangin' out the window, start dumpin'

G's up, hoes down, get money
Briefcase filled with blue hunnids
Deuce-deuce in my new six shot hollow point
Man, I don't think these niggas really want it
See my baby momma trippin' bout' another bitch
I know she caught me fuckin' with another bitch
But real talk man, I really can't stop
I really like the attention that I got

Fuckin' any ho that I want
Buy her nice things if I want
Chillin' in Tijuana for a month
Go to Mexicali for the plug
Come back to the US with the drugs
This the life we live, y'all ain't fuckin' with the kid
Better 'round, stay just to see that nigga limp
I ain't ever gonna quit fuckin' on a pretty bitch
I'ma keep on workin' 'til the day I'm filthy rich



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Writer(s): Hector Garcia Infante
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