Out of Reach
I came from the trenches I cannot be weak
I've iced out my wrist and my diamonds on fleek
I push-start the engine my car got no key
I purchased the whip, don't want no friendship
I count up this money this all that I need
Your mother and daughter they wanna know me
I'm Filthy Rich Av nobody is me
I might just go Hollywood out of your reach
Young Av the best, your nigga in debt, tattoo on my chest
Put ice on my neck, diamonds on baguettes, how can I not flex?
I feel like John Cena, nigga cannot see me
A fuck nigga run up, put em' on the TV
I cut that bitch off, that bitch is way too needy
Record in 4K and put that bitch in 3D
You needa get this on film, (Imma)
Dunk on that bitch just like Tim (And I)
Carry big weight just like gym (And a)
Broke nigga cannot be him
No love for a slut, I'm fucking these bitches
My bro in the cut, He thumbin' through riches
Fuck a money counter, count it no issue
Nigga cryin' bout a bitch, I pass you a tissue
You don't want these fucking problems I can get with you
Got extended problem solvers, hold thirty missiles
Fuck about a label I can get it independent
Bring it to the table know the bread is all I'm winning
I just might go right in Guinness
Look at my chains and they tennis
Talk to big God for forgiveness
I know I been out here sinnin'
I know I been out here sinnin'
Gotta live right for the children
I think I'm worth bout a million
They trying so hard while I'm chillin'
Living my life like a villain
They tried tear me down like a building
I needed support they wasn't willing
Living my life like a villain
I came from the trenches I cannot be weak
I've iced out my wrist and my diamonds on fleek
I push-start the engine my car got no key
I purchased the whip, don't want no friendship
I count up this money this all that I need
Your mother and daughter they wanna know me
I'm Filthy Rich Av nobody is me
I might just go Hollywood out of your reach
Young Av the best, your nigga in debt, tattoo on my chest
Put ice on my neck, diamonds on baguettes, how can I not flex?
I feel like John Cena, nigga cannot see me
A fuck nigga run up, put em' on the TV
I cut that bitch off, that bitch is way too needy
Record in 4K and put that bitch in 3D
I've iced out my wrist and my diamonds on fleek
I push-start the engine my car got no key
I purchased the whip, don't want no friendship
I count up this money this all that I need
Your mother and daughter they wanna know me
I'm Filthy Rich Av nobody is me
I might just go Hollywood out of your reach
Young Av the best, your nigga in debt, tattoo on my chest
Put ice on my neck, diamonds on baguettes, how can I not flex?
I feel like John Cena, nigga cannot see me
A fuck nigga run up, put em' on the TV
I cut that bitch off, that bitch is way too needy
Record in 4K and put that bitch in 3D
You needa get this on film, (Imma)
Dunk on that bitch just like Tim (And I)
Carry big weight just like gym (And a)
Broke nigga cannot be him
No love for a slut, I'm fucking these bitches
My bro in the cut, He thumbin' through riches
Fuck a money counter, count it no issue
Nigga cryin' bout a bitch, I pass you a tissue
You don't want these fucking problems I can get with you
Got extended problem solvers, hold thirty missiles
Fuck about a label I can get it independent
Bring it to the table know the bread is all I'm winning
I just might go right in Guinness
Look at my chains and they tennis
Talk to big God for forgiveness
I know I been out here sinnin'
I know I been out here sinnin'
Gotta live right for the children
I think I'm worth bout a million
They trying so hard while I'm chillin'
Living my life like a villain
They tried tear me down like a building
I needed support they wasn't willing
Living my life like a villain
I came from the trenches I cannot be weak
I've iced out my wrist and my diamonds on fleek
I push-start the engine my car got no key
I purchased the whip, don't want no friendship
I count up this money this all that I need
Your mother and daughter they wanna know me
I'm Filthy Rich Av nobody is me
I might just go Hollywood out of your reach
Young Av the best, your nigga in debt, tattoo on my chest
Put ice on my neck, diamonds on baguettes, how can I not flex?
I feel like John Cena, nigga cannot see me
A fuck nigga run up, put em' on the TV
I cut that bitch off, that bitch is way too needy
Record in 4K and put that bitch in 3D
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Writer(s): Avionttay Hudson
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