ALL BLACK FIT

All black fit bitch I'm ricked out
I don't got a Plan B
So I fuck the world and pull my dick out
Bitch I talk shit
Cause I'm hella fuckin rich now
You ain't bout shit
Yeah you always gonna bitch out like woah

Yeah, you're fit look like it came from Kohl's
Yeah, left her on read that's how it goes
Yeah, all I know is stacking that dough
Yeahhh
Bust it down, take my girl to Nobu now
She know I'm the realest out
Bust it down, just like a pound
Know they wanna take my place
I just laugh up in their face
They could never fill my shoes
No matter the kinda lace

All black fit bitch I'm ricked out
I don't got a Plan B
So I fuck the world and pull my dick out
Bitch I talk shit
Cause I'm hella fuckin rich now
You ain't bout shit
Yeah you always gonna bitch out like woah

Bitch I'm a young prince
Everyone know imma take off
Fucking her friend
Both of them having a whole taste off
She said I'm fucking up her make up
I piss her off we make up
We fuck until the sun comes
Cause she know I'm the best
Yeah, I spent a thousand on the vest
Yeah, that's Rick Owens right in my shadow
Yeah, bitch imma win like every battle
Woah, oh

All black fit bitch I'm ricked out
I don't got a Plan B
So I fuck the world and pull my dick out
Bitch I talk shit
Cause I'm hella fuckin rich now
You ain't bout shit
Yeah you always gonna bitch out like woah

Bottega Venetta
Know they got a vendetta on me
They could stay mad
No one doing it better than me
We was never friends
You was just some more cheddar to me
Broke her whole heart
Now she writing them letters to me
Turn it up hundred degrees
Mama said nothing come free
I charge em' a band
Cause I got somewhere better to be
All black fit, like I'm Morpheus
Bitch I rock out like Sting, no scorpion

All black fit bitch I'm ricked out
I don't got a Plan B
So I fuck the world and pull my dick out
Bitch I talk shit
Cause I'm hella fuckin rich now
You ain't bout shit
Yeah you always gonna bitch out like woah



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Writer(s): Samuel Mathew
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