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Yeah, it's that Really Rich shit, ****

It's that double R, bird business shit

I got rich off and I cut everybody off, fuck 'em

We here with that bird business shit, ****, it's fuckin' global

You know it, ****

I love you too

Cleanin' my car in the rain (In the rain, ****)

**** can't ask me for shit, you know they ain't hittin' my motherfuckin' drank

Fifties look like my cup, it's pink

Yeah, go to the bank and pull out them Franks

I put on cologne in the bank (Yeah)

Fifty thousand for the chain on my motherfuckin' neck, I'm a walkin' sink

Yeah, asked her if she wanna cry in the bucket or come cry in the Bentley

Which one you really wanna cry in?

Yeah, up in the club and I got my lil' Glock tucked, Fatty got a semi

Yeah, fuck all them ****, they know it's gon' go up, a **** gon' have to kill me

You gotta kill me, ****, yeah

Fuck you, ****

Take half a mill' out the bank, put it in his bitch face

She got scared kind of, she ain't ever seen that much money, bet I make her faint (I make her faint)

She told me change the light in the car so she can get her a lil' picture

Soon as I bought her Chanel, she ain't wanna go back to her ****

Ain't wanna go back to that ****

She like, "Fuck that ****, man, that **** could never do what you do"

Yeah, your man can't

Yeah, fuck that ****, fuck him

Black trucks behind me in traffic (Traffic, yeah)

Snipers on the fuckin' roof, I give him the green light, he gon' smash it (Woo)

Don't have your head turnt backwards (Turnt backwards)

Got a lil' bitch and she up in my payroll, workin' that magic

Bitch twice my age, but she still calling me daddy (Woo, woo)

In a black truck, it's a Caddy (Woo, Caddy)

Got a lot of these bad bitches on me shakin' ass, yeah, they get ratchet (Yeah, yeah)

I'm off that boot, baby, what's happenin'? (Woo)

Tell that boy you'll see him later, finna pick you up in the Rolls (Woo, skrrt)

Fast forward through the night, then I had her friend up in the Ghost (Skrrt)

Cleanin' my car in the rain (In the rain, ****)

**** can't ask me for shit, you know they ain't hittin' my motherfuckin' drank

Fifties look like my cup, it's pink

Yeah, go to the bank and pull out them Franks

I put on Cologne in the bank (Yeah)

Fifty thousand for the chain on my motherfuckin' neck, I'm a walkin' sink

Yeah, asked her if she wanna cry in the bucket or come cry in the Bentley

Which one you really wanna cry in?

Yeah, up in the club and I got my lil' Glock tucked, Fatty got a semi

Yeah, fuck all them ****, they know it's gon' go up, a **** gon' have to kill me

You gotta kill me, ****, yeah

Fuck you, ****

I ain't the type of **** to share my fragrance, yeah

Can't be smellin' the same around these bitches, young ****, you hear me?

My memory clouded up by drugs, sip codeine till I'm dizzy

Park the Maybach on the curb, got these white people like, "He trippin'"

I snaked you, but you snaked me first, why it gotta be reptilian?

I sip on the purp', not the green, that's your boyfriend, he chameleon

You gotta know what's going on, I'm not a regular civilian

I told mawmaw before she was gone that I'd see me a million

Oh, the irony, oh-oh

Better get his bitch 'fore I take her home 'cause she eyein' me, oh

Bitch, I ain't stupid, think I'm a trick, I ain't buyin' it, yeah

Sit in the back of the Ghost like I'm possessed

Take her to designer stores, watch her get undressed

Instagram bio say she highly favored and she blessed