Bar 4 Bar

I ain't rich yet but whatever I want I bet I get it
I can't die when none of this pape ain't no limit on the spending
He done knocked it out the court I love when we playing tennis
Walk a beat hoe imma gremlin finna be rich inna minute

Pescatarian but know i'm always getting to the chicken
Dead he don't do what I tell em hate a hoe that never listen
Roster thurl I get niggas and they all do some different
I go ghost if he ain't spending it's niggas begging for attention

Ion care how rich you is I can't fake I can't pretend
Once you cross a line you dead I ain't into shaking hands
This all facts ask about me I ain't making no amends
Real raw and my intentions pure i'm solid to the end

Post a pic they feel attacked gotta see this shit in person
Know who ain't got shit to lose out here living with no purpose
All you niggas gotta pay don't use your heart cus I might hurt you
Anything good take time don't lose yo faith patience a virtue



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Writer(s): Deja Woods
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