Richer Than Him

Ha, ayy
(I don't give a fuck, bruh, I'ma always be me)
(Hurt, what it do?)

You can get whacked, huh
You can get snatched up quick
Y'all just be talking the talk, yeah
I just talk my shit (talk my shit)
Ayy, them boys, they be capping
You knew what it was when you walked in this bitch
They find out he capping
They whack him soon as he walk in this
Yeah, if we find out he lacking
He walk in this bitch, know we taking his shit
We got them racks in, how did it happen, you know that we asking
Ayy, these niggas be scamming
I passed 'em, but fuck it, it already happened (huh)
Y'all boys just be rapping
I'm sliding the 'Cat through traffic
(Huh, double R shit)
What you spent on that lil' watch
Spent that on my closet (phew, phew)
His ho know I'm a big dog, that's why she keep calling
These niggas, they really be fans
That's why I keep balling (ayy, uh-huh)
Fuck it, I'm richer than him, him, and him (richer than him, ayy)
That nigga, his pockets on shrimp
My shit a blimp, look like a pimp (Yeah)
I don't even scam, I fuck with the scammers
My brother, he scam (brother, he scam)
Go get your mans, he on the 'Gram just act like a fan, huh
Ayy, I'm with my fans at the show, damn, we rock like a band
Oh, that's your ho at the show, she let me hit, huh, ay
She let me hit, uh
Look at my wrist, it's hit, look at my wrist, it's lit (ayy)
Look at my wrist, it's lit (look at my wrist)
It's hittin', yeah, for sure (huh, for sure)
Look at my bitch, she rich (huh), yeah, huh, for sure (damn)
Look at your ho, she hit as fuck
My ho tote my pole (my ho tote my pole)
Nigga, these pockets, they hit as fuck (yeah), yeah
Just like his ho (yeah, just like his ho)
And all of his bro's (and all of his—)
You know I'm getting poles inside all my shows
You know I'm counting racks
Can't even answer the phone (can't even answer the phone, huh)
And that nigga been rapping for years and he ain't even on

(Double R shit)
(Broke-ass nigga)
(He ain't even on)
(Ha, he ain't even on)
(Ayy, he ain't)