Marble Floors

(Yeah, it's that Really Rich shit, nigga) (It's that double R, bird business shit) (I got rich off and I cut everybody off, fuck 'em) (We with that bird business shit, nigga, it's fuckin' global) (You know it, nigga, yeah) (I love you too, ha-ha) Cleanin' my car in the rain (in the rain, nigga) Nigga 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' saint, yeah (I'm a walkin' saint, baby) Asked her, if she wanna cry in the bucket Or come cry in the Bentley, yeah (which one you really wanna cry in?) Up in the club and I got my lil' Glock tucked Fatty got a semi, yeah Fuck all them niggas, they know it's gon' go up (Some nigga gone have to kill me) (You gotta kill me, nigga, yeah) (Fuck you, nigga) Take half a mil' out the bank, put it in this 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 nigga (ain't wanna go back to that nigga) (She like, "Fuck that nigga, man, that nigga could never do what you do") (Yeah, your man can't) (Yeah, fuck that nigga, fuck 'em) Black trucks behind me in traffic (traffic, yeah) Snipers on the fuckin' roof I give 'em the green light, he gon' smash it (woo) Don't have your head turnt backwards (turn backwards) Got a lil' bitch and she up in my payroll, workin' that magic Bitch twice my age (woo), but she still calling me daddy (woo) In a black truck (woo), it's a Caddy (Caddy) Got a lot of these bad bitches on me shakin' ass (yeah) Yeah, they get ratchet (yeah) I'm off that boop, baby, what's happenin'? (Woo) Tell that boy you'll see him later I'm 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, nigga) Nigga 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' saint, yeah (I'm a walkin' saint, baby) Asked her, if she wanna cry in the bucket Or come cry in the Bentley, yeah (which one you really wanna cry in?) Up in the club and I got my lil' Glock tucked Fatty got a semi, yeah Fuck all them niggas, they know it's gon' go up (Some nigga gone have to kill me) (You gotta kill me, nigga, yeah) (Fuck you, nigga) I ain't the type of nigga to share my fragrance, yeah Can't be smellin' the same around these bitches Young nigga, you hear me? My memory clouded up by drugs Sip codeine 'til 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 yo' boyfriend, he chameleon You gotta know what's going on I'm not a regular civilian I told my mom 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 Inśtagram bio say she highly favored and she blessed