3X

Huh, stoppin'
What you think?
Ride to the bank, ride to the bank
In the drought, pour in the drink
Fuck what they say
So what?
Yeah, they tryna get rich, rich, rich, rich
Do you understand, we already did?
Told them, "We always gon' rhyme free this D"
Every time I come around now, now

Uh-huh, no, homie, bitch, I'm rich, rich, rich
Bury, and leave the hops, then dip, dip, dip
Talk too much, I'll cut your tongue right off
In a rush I gotta run my knot
Ride around with that Cartier on, I'm really on it
This a story about the champion, I'm really on it
As long as they know don't read the comments, I'm being honest

Feel the weight upon my shoulder, put the city on my back
Hate it 'cause I'm colder, I've been running up these racks
When she in the Bentley, threw her panties to the back
Gave up on my conscience knowing I've been under attack
I pull up with the Mac
Aye, make check, let's run it back

These diamonds move wild like Mike Tyson
Double cup keepin' the ship new
I love to hustle, only go up from here
I got racks on these racks, and they still gon' bother me
I been sayin' whatever, I want no apology
I know I fuck around, lately, been apologetic
If I told you I love you once, and I'm probably meant it, aye

Think stuck, think stuck in back of the spoon
Back of the spoon, yeah
I, I got that gun, you got that gun
Give me a second to yawn

Uh-huh, no, homie, bitch, I'm rich, rich, rich
Bury, and leave the hops, then dip, dip, dip
Talk too much, I'll cut your tongue right off
In a rush I gotta run my knot
Ride around with that Cartier on, I'm really on it
Just a story about a champion, I'm really on it
As long as they know don't read the comments, I'm being honest