Rich By Any Means
Brand new substance gon heal my pain
Hate to drown myself but I can't take it away
Fuck it we gon ball is what I always say
Deep down I've been hurt in every seperate way
Selling all these grams they ain't average
Smoking every day that's my habit
Get it any means being rich I'm tryna have it
I will never go out sad bitch
Speaking on my name what you talking bout
Talk shit get spun what you on about
Fuck life
We gon hit a lick
Why this bitch wanna talk we gon spin his shit
Doing all these robberies
I got money on my mind ain't nun stoppin me
Throwing money at the strip tear that pole up
I got money on this bitch ima pour up
Dtx making money moves for real
Puttin on my city we in this shit for real uh
Since my day one
I've been doing all this since day one
Watchu know bout me ain't nun
Fake bitch wanna talk bout me you dumb
Uh lil hoe you dumb uh
Copy my style why you try to be like me
Mia is how I be
I been coolin solo why this bitch wanna talk to me
Get it by myself like it's my property
Why you out here begging for apologies
Suck my dick while you on your knees
Why you think you was a friend of me
Why the fuck you thought you was a part of me
Brand new substance gon heal my pain
Hate to drown myself but I can't take it away
Fuck it we gon ball is what I always say
Deep down I've been hurt in every seperate way
That don't mean shit though
Ima keep going
Get this money any means and that means I ain't folding
Gotta watch out for the sets they be throwing
All black walked out I think I am chosen
Hate to drown myself but I can't take it away
Fuck it we gon ball is what I always say
Deep down I've been hurt in every seperate way
Selling all these grams they ain't average
Smoking every day that's my habit
Get it any means being rich I'm tryna have it
I will never go out sad bitch
Speaking on my name what you talking bout
Talk shit get spun what you on about
Fuck life
We gon hit a lick
Why this bitch wanna talk we gon spin his shit
Doing all these robberies
I got money on my mind ain't nun stoppin me
Throwing money at the strip tear that pole up
I got money on this bitch ima pour up
Dtx making money moves for real
Puttin on my city we in this shit for real uh
Since my day one
I've been doing all this since day one
Watchu know bout me ain't nun
Fake bitch wanna talk bout me you dumb
Uh lil hoe you dumb uh
Copy my style why you try to be like me
Mia is how I be
I been coolin solo why this bitch wanna talk to me
Get it by myself like it's my property
Why you out here begging for apologies
Suck my dick while you on your knees
Why you think you was a friend of me
Why the fuck you thought you was a part of me
Brand new substance gon heal my pain
Hate to drown myself but I can't take it away
Fuck it we gon ball is what I always say
Deep down I've been hurt in every seperate way
That don't mean shit though
Ima keep going
Get this money any means and that means I ain't folding
Gotta watch out for the sets they be throwing
All black walked out I think I am chosen
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Writer(s): Daniel Soto
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