Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I told my dog put these ki's inside of the mattress
Bitch I'ma ball like I'm AI, I ain't never gotta practice
I want a whole lot of Jacksons
That **** pussy, he a actress
I'm "Rich Forever" everlasting
My shit together, I been having it
And my diamonds dance like I'm Michael Jackson
I got them racks in, my pockets gon' go up, go up
My diamonds all wet, don't throw up
Pipin' on the jet, gon' go up
A **** talkin' 'bout Rich gon' go up
They be seein' that the price gon' go up
[Verse 2]
Talkin' 'bout a check, I show up (What)
Pour the Hi-Tech, I show up
Bitch, I'm in the Bentley doing doughnuts (Skrrt)
Got the Audermars froze up
I got the Lambs doors, doors up
She a freak, she fucked both of us (What)
For that Ghost got a chauffeur
Why you cuffin'? You don't know her (Wooh, wooh)
Why you cappin'? You ain't rich, bitch
In the mall I ain't spend shit
Cut her off 'cause she ain't meant shit
You been flexin', but it's rented
And you know my prices way up (Way up)
Slim bitch, she got D cups
Little foreign, wanna eat up (Eat up)
Lotta foreigns when you see us
[Verse 3]
I told my dog put these ki's inside of the mattress
Bitch I'ma ball like I'm AI, I ain't never gotta practice
I want a whole lot of Jacksons
That **** pussy, he a actress
I'm "Rich Forever" everlasting
My shit together, I been having it
And my diamonds dance like I'm Michael Jackson
I got them racks in, my pockets gon' go up, go up
My diamonds all wet, don't throw up
Pipin' on the jet, gon' go up
A **** talkin' 'bout Rich gon' go up
They be seein' that the price gon' go up
[Verse 4]
I been rockin' my white ice, Rolls Royce, Codeine, now my prices been goin' up
A **** just landed in Florida, I'm 'bout to call all the Zoes up
We ain't choose this life, fuck, shit, this shit done chose us
I wanna pull up in Maybach, I wanna pull up the Rolls Truck
Fuckin' that bitch with her toes up, I got the cheese like a cold cut
Slidin' the vented door with the Glock in the middle, I just put the doors up
Ain't got a mentor, they know I'm big homie every time I roll up
I got a style with no stylist, locked a couple bitches workin' at Palace
Somethin' just flew my bitches first class outta Dallas, yeah, yeah
I'm off the molly, ****, I'm booted, glock in the timmy and I'm 'bout to shoot it
And I told my amigo, "Get them lo's in"
Feel like Gunna, 'bout to speed up, come and try and ride my wave, can't keep up
[Verse 5]
I told my dog put these ki's inside of the mattress
Bitch I'ma ball like I'm AI, I ain't never gotta practice
I want a whole lot of Jacksons
That **** pussy, he a actress
I'm "Rich Forever" everlasting
My shit together, I been having it
And my diamonds dance like I'm Michael Jackson
I got them racks in, my pockets gon' go up, go up
My diamonds all wet, don't throw up
Pipin' on the jet, gon' go up
A **** talkin' 'bout Rich gon' go up
They be seein' that the price gon' go up
Written by: Dimitri Roger, Isaiah Jackson, Rodrick Moore