Gettin Richer
Im in my phone all day, not texting bitches
Im gettin richer, I try to paint it for you, you don't get the picture
Taking risks and I prosper
Trappin off the iPhone so I can feed you lobster
Two phones, but none's for bitches
Im making money, minding my black owned business, Im gettin richer
Might fuck around and change my name to Richard
Spitting Bible verses but this aint a scripture
Be careful of the niggas thats just hangin wit ya, when it all goes down is they banging wit ya
Told myself don't chill this year, then I made a quarter mil this year, gettin richer
From the ground up I built this here, know my hustlers feel this here, gettin richer
King of the slow stroke, give you that dope dick, serve you like Dope Smoke
They tryna catch up to me but niggas is slow pokes
Im laughing straight to the bank but this aint no joke
Count up all these racks Im losing track of this shit
Fuck my ex bitch she was distracting and shit
Don't you miss your blessing, I aint acting and shit
Fine like fine wine, Im tryna taste if its lit
So much time, still aint got time to double back on a bitch
She so fine lets just wine down can we go half on a kid
I done lost count how many times I said I love you and shit
And dont you ever give my love away, girl I want you
You dont know how to just be you
Dont tell me lies I can see through
Girl dont you ever trade up and give it away
Wake up lets have a quickie, in six minutes
I just made a thousand dollars, in six minutes
Hit the gym, run a mile, in six minutes
Bank account looking lovely, six digits
Lets travel the world baby, no pivot
The people staring at us like an exhibit
Expensive taste, exquisite
You leavin or staying? You better get wit it
Count up all these racks Im losing track of this shit
Fuck my ex bitch she was distracting and shit
Don't you miss your blessing, I aint acting and shit
Fine like fine wine, Im tryna taste if its lit
So much time, still aint got time to double back on a bitch
She so fine, lets just wine down, can we go half on a kid
I done lost count how many times I said I love you and shit
And dont you ever give my love away, girl I want you
You dont know how to just be you
Dont tell me lies I can see through
Girl dont you ever trade up and give it away
Im gettin richer, I try to paint it for you, you don't get the picture
Taking risks and I prosper
Trappin off the iPhone so I can feed you lobster
Two phones, but none's for bitches
Im making money, minding my black owned business, Im gettin richer
Might fuck around and change my name to Richard
Spitting Bible verses but this aint a scripture
Be careful of the niggas thats just hangin wit ya, when it all goes down is they banging wit ya
Told myself don't chill this year, then I made a quarter mil this year, gettin richer
From the ground up I built this here, know my hustlers feel this here, gettin richer
King of the slow stroke, give you that dope dick, serve you like Dope Smoke
They tryna catch up to me but niggas is slow pokes
Im laughing straight to the bank but this aint no joke
Count up all these racks Im losing track of this shit
Fuck my ex bitch she was distracting and shit
Don't you miss your blessing, I aint acting and shit
Fine like fine wine, Im tryna taste if its lit
So much time, still aint got time to double back on a bitch
She so fine lets just wine down can we go half on a kid
I done lost count how many times I said I love you and shit
And dont you ever give my love away, girl I want you
You dont know how to just be you
Dont tell me lies I can see through
Girl dont you ever trade up and give it away
Wake up lets have a quickie, in six minutes
I just made a thousand dollars, in six minutes
Hit the gym, run a mile, in six minutes
Bank account looking lovely, six digits
Lets travel the world baby, no pivot
The people staring at us like an exhibit
Expensive taste, exquisite
You leavin or staying? You better get wit it
Count up all these racks Im losing track of this shit
Fuck my ex bitch she was distracting and shit
Don't you miss your blessing, I aint acting and shit
Fine like fine wine, Im tryna taste if its lit
So much time, still aint got time to double back on a bitch
She so fine, lets just wine down, can we go half on a kid
I done lost count how many times I said I love you and shit
And dont you ever give my love away, girl I want you
You dont know how to just be you
Dont tell me lies I can see through
Girl dont you ever trade up and give it away
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Writer(s): Julian Hanlan
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