Saint Laurent

When I get rich, I'mma rock Saint Laurent
Making some money, 'cause that's what I'm on
Touching a milli for my future son
Close with my niggas, ain't breaking no bond
Breaking the bank, 'cause I put that shit on
My music setup, that shit cost me a arm
Money, yeah money, I give it my all
No time for a bitch, I'll talk to your tomorrow
When I get rich, I'mma rock Saint Laurent
Making some money, 'cause that's what I'm on
Touching a milli for my future son
Close with my niggas, ain't breaking no bond
Breaking the bank, 'cause I put that shit on
My music setup, that shit cost me a arm
Money, yeah money, I give it my all
No time for a bitch, I'll talk to your tomorrow

Stealing your girl, yeah, man, that's what I'm on
Controlling the world, yeah, man that's what I'm on
Diamonds and pearls, yeah, man that's what I'm on
Move like a squirrel, yeah, man that's what I'm on
Gotta have money if you want some fun
He scared of money, so nigga gone run
Got a Toyota, that shit cost a ton
You said I lost, but I already won
He shot his shot at this girl and he bricked many times that, that nigga could build me a House
I took this girl on a date, then we went to my crib and I told her to take off her blouse
Two years ago, niggas hated my music, now niggas just love it, man, what's that about?
Don't you come up to me, don't even fuck with me, you wanna hang for the money and Clout
Yeah, I'm a ten out of ten
And she a ten out of ten
I'm scoring ten out of ten
I'm getting win after win
Yeah, I'm just better, I'm better than you, lil nigga, don't mean to offend
Yeah, I ain't cuffin' that hoe, I ain't lovin' that hoe, I just pass to a friend

When I get rich, I'mma rock Saint Laurent
Making some money, 'cause that's what I'm on
Touching a milli for my future son
Close with my niggas, ain't breaking no bond
Breaking the bank, 'cause I put that shit on
My music setup, that shit cost me a arm
Money, yeah money, I give it my all
No time for a bitch, I'll talk to your tomorrow
When I get rich, I'mma rock Saint Laurent
Making some money, 'cause that's what I'm on
Touching a milli for my future son
Close with my niggas, ain't breaking no bond
Breaking the bank, 'cause I put that shit on
My music setup, that shit cost me a arm
Money, yeah money, I give it my all
No time for a bitch, I'll talk to your tomorrow

Count with the money counter, that shit beep
She got nice toes, so ice out her feet
Got a fat ass, so I gave her my seed
Screaming and screaming, she begging me please
Rich and the fame, man, yeah, I want I want piece
Trip to Miami, I'm bringing the heat
Separate them like Robert E. Lee
I way too different man, I'm too elite
My name is Chris, man, that start with a C
Turn her to water, she wet like the sea
Feeling like Gunna, man, I'm way too P
I'll pull your girl while I'm wearing a T
Ain't in the streets, but I still got the key
Niggas be bittin' off me like a flea
Said that I'm chosen, so I gotta lead
Prices went up, so I'm charging a fee



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Butler
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