Richer Than Ye

You know!
I don't wanna see you coming around me
Telling me what's popping Slatty?!
Shut the fuck up bitch
Ion give a fuck about you
I just run up a sack

I just run up a sack, I don't give a fuck
Got a chop on my lap, I don't need a mop
From the bottom, I'm going straight to the top
Shawty wanna make love, I'm just here to fuck
From a Dodge, now I pull up in Bentley Truck
And the thing on my lap, boy you know it's up
Got the thing on my lap, Boy you know wassup
Boy the think on my lap gonn let it up

I hit it once only never again
Shawty keep calling again and again
Sit in my jet like "captain andale"
I pay huge so he do what I say
He refuse, I just cut off his pay
Got the juice but I'm black not OJ
Light a zoot blowing Os from a J
Rocks on my wrist like I'm Jay
My bitch badder than Kim
Never gon stop till I'm richer than Ye
Forgiatos they custom my rim
Brand new whip, got copped today
Could got me an iced out chain
Got the Benz for when I took the train
The Patek Philippe got my name
In Japan, they call me The Sensei ay

Paper route, softer couch
Soldier out, shoulder strap
Nothing new I'm just up rolling out ay
Backing in backing out
Showing off showing out
Shawty bite, I'm in, she barking out ay
Dopamine levels be going up
High as the level of dope or the sky that's up
I am just sitting up on a lot of trucks
And they full of you know what's up
Thinking of letting loose, fuck the truce
Bruising them mosquitoes while I'm on cruise
I'm Bruce Lee in these shoes
I'm "who is he" in the news
Don't choose me, you gonn lose
I shoot 3s in boots and dunk free on fools ay
Paper route, softer couch
Soldier out, shoulder strap
Nothing new I'm just up rolling out ay

I just run up a sack, I don't give a fuck
Got a chop on my lap, I don't need a mop
From the bottom, I'm going straight to the top
Shawty wanna make love, I'm just here to fuck
From a Dodge, now I pull up in Bentley Truck
And the thing on my lap, boy you know it's up
Got the thing on my lap, Boy you know wassup
Boy the think on my lap gonn let it up

Ay how about I take you up on your bet
And pop off your collar up from your neck
I'm breaking her back but I don't break a sweat
I'm diving in high while high as a jet
I'm joking my lady
I don't puff, I been rising like lately
Got on trunks la Ferrari my baby
You're a fish in the sea I'ma be drowning like lately
I told you I love you, baby I was joking
I'ma tell truth, but them diamonds be choking
You can't get my heart, I leave a thottie broken
Fuck bitches on bitches, don't know how she coping
This is the reason I'm preaching and coaching
She locked up when she seen a nigga approaching
Then dipped on her nigga, left him using lotion
With me she gonn ride, turn a sea to an ocean

I just ran up a sack
Take care of mines
We never gonn lack
Down on my knees, give thanks to Allah
When I'm in need, he always provide
Blew half a milli
Put half on the side
Blue Lamborghini or black, can't decide
Pull up in a mini, you can't get inside
Clutching the nini whenever I ride
Clutching the nini whenever I ride
Clutching the nini whenever I slide
Hop in a demon with guess who inside
We know the law but gonn never abide
I got my city I'm coming outside
I got my city I'm coming outside
The goat of my city, no bull shit or cow
Nigga if it's beef then pull up outside
Nigga pull up outside

I just run up a sack, I don't give a fuck
Got a chop on my lap, I don't need a mop
From the bottom, I'm going straight to the top
Shawty wanna make love, I'm just here to fuck
From a Dodge, now I pull up in Bentley Truck
And the thing on my lap, boy you know it's up
Got the thing on my lap, Boy you know wassup
Boy the think on my lap gonn let it up



Credits
Writer(s): Fahad Garba, Mahmud Nurudeen
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