Young N Rich
Hoe Im just tryna bust we can not get acquainted
I was cheating on her way before I was famous
Leave a tip my diamonds dance like strippers they blinging
I'm Picasso to these hoes they face ima paint it
I'm young rich bitch I be speeding through stop signs
Said she love me to death I told that hoe to stop lying
Imma drag her for fun you not cheating you not trying
Eyes red off the za boy im feigning Im not crying
yea my pockets obese they in terrible shape
Fucked her tonight I just met her today
Do a drill in the whip than I switch out the plates
Hundred rounds on me ain't nobody safe
Hundred racks on me stuffed up in my denim
Molly and Percocets killing my feelings
Can't even hide the blick man the stick was extended
I'm my bed sending hits get you whacked while I'm chilling
30 Shots in the bitch I got steph with me
I ain't cuffing the hoe I'm no deputy
How that bitch come with you and she left with me
Blow this bitch if you foul like a referee
Ain't you the same one broke getting high with your last
I be dripping so much someone give me a rag
I be flexing so much I don't take off the tag
I'm not loving the slut can't be trusting strag
Treat the hoe the like a duck I just her throw some bread
Ain't no need to duck I'ma light up his leg
Pouring deuces in school got my eyes turning red
We gone pull up on niggas like covers on beds
I be working all night can't be seen as just average
Niggas still tempting me I'm just tryna get active
Don't believe what she say feel like she always capping
Like thanos or streaks I be always snapping
He was just in the picture like that he cropped
Boy you bitch fell asleep with her face on my crotch
Nigga this is a demon I ain't stopping for cops
Making money now I got a big head like pops
Man you niggas really watching me like bitches
I saw her as wife she really hurt me feelings
If you leave don't come back either way ain't no difference
These some tight ass jeans Glock don't fit in my britches
Hoe Im just tryna bust we can not get acquainted
I was cheating on her way before I was famous
Leave a tip my diamonds dance like strippers they blinging
I'm Picasso to these hoes they face ima paint it
I'm young rich bitch I be speeding through stop signs
Said she love me to death I told that hoe to stop lying
Imma drag her for fun you not cheating you not trying
Eyes red off the za boy im feigning Im not crying
I was cheating on her way before I was famous
Leave a tip my diamonds dance like strippers they blinging
I'm Picasso to these hoes they face ima paint it
I'm young rich bitch I be speeding through stop signs
Said she love me to death I told that hoe to stop lying
Imma drag her for fun you not cheating you not trying
Eyes red off the za boy im feigning Im not crying
yea my pockets obese they in terrible shape
Fucked her tonight I just met her today
Do a drill in the whip than I switch out the plates
Hundred rounds on me ain't nobody safe
Hundred racks on me stuffed up in my denim
Molly and Percocets killing my feelings
Can't even hide the blick man the stick was extended
I'm my bed sending hits get you whacked while I'm chilling
30 Shots in the bitch I got steph with me
I ain't cuffing the hoe I'm no deputy
How that bitch come with you and she left with me
Blow this bitch if you foul like a referee
Ain't you the same one broke getting high with your last
I be dripping so much someone give me a rag
I be flexing so much I don't take off the tag
I'm not loving the slut can't be trusting strag
Treat the hoe the like a duck I just her throw some bread
Ain't no need to duck I'ma light up his leg
Pouring deuces in school got my eyes turning red
We gone pull up on niggas like covers on beds
I be working all night can't be seen as just average
Niggas still tempting me I'm just tryna get active
Don't believe what she say feel like she always capping
Like thanos or streaks I be always snapping
He was just in the picture like that he cropped
Boy you bitch fell asleep with her face on my crotch
Nigga this is a demon I ain't stopping for cops
Making money now I got a big head like pops
Man you niggas really watching me like bitches
I saw her as wife she really hurt me feelings
If you leave don't come back either way ain't no difference
These some tight ass jeans Glock don't fit in my britches
Hoe Im just tryna bust we can not get acquainted
I was cheating on her way before I was famous
Leave a tip my diamonds dance like strippers they blinging
I'm Picasso to these hoes they face ima paint it
I'm young rich bitch I be speeding through stop signs
Said she love me to death I told that hoe to stop lying
Imma drag her for fun you not cheating you not trying
Eyes red off the za boy im feigning Im not crying
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Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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