Gettin' Rich
To tell da truth I probably neva
Drive da Benz again
Cus my son told me
Dat he want it
Ion Indian give
I know dat he can't
Reach da pedal
Cus he jus turned 10
He gone be stuntin'
Like his daddy
Cus I neva did
U know I grew up in da trench
These streets turn boys to men
Might need sum googles
Bitch I'm drippin'
And u might get drenched
Me and my brothers
Stick together
Like Lee Low and Stitch
I jus counted up 30 racks
Dat I made off da hemp
Told da judge I plead da fifth
Heart hurt I freeze da wrist
Fucked up when I fucked ya sis
And she still in love wit da kid
Thought u would stay down
But u split (Ewww)
Now I'm gettin' toast
Like French M-O-B
Money on a brick
I'm sellin' bows and vicks
I'm talkin' halves and splits
Twerkin' dem zones and nicks
My baby momma think
I'm on da phone wit a bitch
I'm on da phone talkin' chics
Talk to my plug like a Pimp
Know I ain't da only nigga
Fell in love wit gettin' rich!
I'm talkin' halves and splits
Twerkin' dem zones and nicks
My baby momma think
I'm on da phone wit a bitch
I'm on da phone talkin' chics
Talk to my plug like a Pimp
Know I ain't da only nigga
Fell in love wit gettin' rich!
Right now I'm solo
Kickin' shit by my dolo
Gotta keep my door closed
Ain't here but dat dope close
At da house wit my bankrolls
A plus dope Honor Roll
Plug call den it's vamonos
Want sum better call Capone
Heart hurt but my wrist strong
2 late cus dis shit gone
Serving friends in my V-lone
Don't step on my Yeezy's homie
Rich sex my conversation
If u ain't talkin' cash
You talkin' Asian
Can't understand you lately
Gotta re evaluate ya
G-S-E we da Navy
Chain hit like Ali vs Fraser
I'm sittin' in da trap wit a cater
No singer I need a baker
Bought tha crib
Cus ion need a neighbor
Mask on like Darth Vader
Send a nigga to meet tha maker
Take ya face and re arrange it
I'm talkin' halves and splits
Twerkin' dem zones and nicks
My baby momma think
I'm on da phone wit a bitch
I'm on da phone talkin' chics
Talk to my plug like a Pimp
Know I ain't da only nigga
Fell in love wit gettin' rich!
I'm talkin' halves and splits
Twerkin' dem zones and nicks
My baby momma think
I'm on da phone wit a bitch
I'm on da phone talkin' chics
Talk to my plug like a Pimp
Know I ain't da only nigga
Fell in love wit gettin' rich!
Drive da Benz again
Cus my son told me
Dat he want it
Ion Indian give
I know dat he can't
Reach da pedal
Cus he jus turned 10
He gone be stuntin'
Like his daddy
Cus I neva did
U know I grew up in da trench
These streets turn boys to men
Might need sum googles
Bitch I'm drippin'
And u might get drenched
Me and my brothers
Stick together
Like Lee Low and Stitch
I jus counted up 30 racks
Dat I made off da hemp
Told da judge I plead da fifth
Heart hurt I freeze da wrist
Fucked up when I fucked ya sis
And she still in love wit da kid
Thought u would stay down
But u split (Ewww)
Now I'm gettin' toast
Like French M-O-B
Money on a brick
I'm sellin' bows and vicks
I'm talkin' halves and splits
Twerkin' dem zones and nicks
My baby momma think
I'm on da phone wit a bitch
I'm on da phone talkin' chics
Talk to my plug like a Pimp
Know I ain't da only nigga
Fell in love wit gettin' rich!
I'm talkin' halves and splits
Twerkin' dem zones and nicks
My baby momma think
I'm on da phone wit a bitch
I'm on da phone talkin' chics
Talk to my plug like a Pimp
Know I ain't da only nigga
Fell in love wit gettin' rich!
Right now I'm solo
Kickin' shit by my dolo
Gotta keep my door closed
Ain't here but dat dope close
At da house wit my bankrolls
A plus dope Honor Roll
Plug call den it's vamonos
Want sum better call Capone
Heart hurt but my wrist strong
2 late cus dis shit gone
Serving friends in my V-lone
Don't step on my Yeezy's homie
Rich sex my conversation
If u ain't talkin' cash
You talkin' Asian
Can't understand you lately
Gotta re evaluate ya
G-S-E we da Navy
Chain hit like Ali vs Fraser
I'm sittin' in da trap wit a cater
No singer I need a baker
Bought tha crib
Cus ion need a neighbor
Mask on like Darth Vader
Send a nigga to meet tha maker
Take ya face and re arrange it
I'm talkin' halves and splits
Twerkin' dem zones and nicks
My baby momma think
I'm on da phone wit a bitch
I'm on da phone talkin' chics
Talk to my plug like a Pimp
Know I ain't da only nigga
Fell in love wit gettin' rich!
I'm talkin' halves and splits
Twerkin' dem zones and nicks
My baby momma think
I'm on da phone wit a bitch
I'm on da phone talkin' chics
Talk to my plug like a Pimp
Know I ain't da only nigga
Fell in love wit gettin' rich!
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Writer(s): Christopher Miller
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