Riches
I want all the riches
Don't got time for these bitches
Lights blinging on my wrist
Like Christmas
It's wicked
Spoil me baby i'm different
And all my bloods in the cut like stitches
I want all the riches
Don't got time for these bitches
Lights blinging on my wrist
Like Christmas
It's wicked
Spoil me baby i'm different
And all my bloods in the cut like stitches
Yea
Cop me double C's, wetter than the Titanic sinking in the seas
Little me, flyer than the bees in the trees, feel the breeze
Put that wrist to your dome, you gon' get a brain freeze
Let's keep it a B, finna call the C's, they be on my D, every time I eat
Baby let's F, you know I'm a G, cop me hella H, keep em on his knees
Imma boss nigga with a couple different bag spenders
Boss nigga when he make a call I'll end her
Bad bitch, she be in the trenches
I want a nigga with some balls, no benches
That come to their senses, fuck the old offenses
What are your intentions? Boy I feel the tension
Little did I mention, when you back a Telfar hottie
Tell that nigga beam me up, yup, but he's not Scottie
Beat it up, yeah, beat it up, yeah
Nigga cannot get enough, yeah, beat it up, yeah
Beat it up, yeah, beat it up, yeah
Don't got time for these bitches
Lights blinging on my wrist
Like Christmas
It's wicked
Spoil me baby i'm different
And all my bloods in the cut like stitches
I want all the riches
Don't got time for these bitches
Lights blinging on my wrist
Like Christmas
It's wicked
Spoil me baby i'm different
And all my bloods in the cut like stitches
Yea
Cop me double C's, wetter than the Titanic sinking in the seas
Little me, flyer than the bees in the trees, feel the breeze
Put that wrist to your dome, you gon' get a brain freeze
Let's keep it a B, finna call the C's, they be on my D, every time I eat
Baby let's F, you know I'm a G, cop me hella H, keep em on his knees
Imma boss nigga with a couple different bag spenders
Boss nigga when he make a call I'll end her
Bad bitch, she be in the trenches
I want a nigga with some balls, no benches
That come to their senses, fuck the old offenses
What are your intentions? Boy I feel the tension
Little did I mention, when you back a Telfar hottie
Tell that nigga beam me up, yup, but he's not Scottie
Beat it up, yeah, beat it up, yeah
Nigga cannot get enough, yeah, beat it up, yeah
Beat it up, yeah, beat it up, yeah
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Writer(s): Joshua Johnson
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