Richer Than Ur Mom

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
He on a roll (woah)

Oh, oh,oh, oh, he on a roll he bout to blow
Countin' the dough he countin' it wrong, she lovin' my song she all on my phone
But I'm chasing the paper not chasing no hoe I cut 'em all off cause I'm good on my own
You ain't making no money don't call me your bro (No, oh, oh)

You stupid if you think I'm trusting a soul never slow down cause i'm always on go
Stay so high but I gotta stay low, you won't ever get in my zone (Oh, no no)
No, you won't ever get in my zone (yea)

Now my bitch is bad & she dangerous
I got what you want, you can hate on this
Richer than your mom & I'm still a kid
No I'm just playin but I'm speakin facts though
Got your lil bitch she hittin my snap though
I don't want problems I just want action, she be all on me cause if my fashion
I'm doin shit that he wish he could, he hatin on me while I go to work
Really I'm so misunderstood, don't hate just wait your turn

Oh, oh,oh, oh, he on a roll he bout to blow
Countin' the dough he countin' it wrong, she lovin' my song she all on my phone
But i'm chasing the paper not chasing no hoe I cut 'em all off cause I'm good on my own
You ain't making no money don't call me your bro (No, oh, oh)

You stupid if you think I'm trusting a soul never slow down cause i'm always on go
Stay so high but I gotta stay low, you won't ever get in my zone (no)
You won't ever get in my zone (yea)

(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
(No, oh woah)
(Oh woah woah woah, oh woah)

(Filli finessing the mix cause he know one of these songs a hit)