Trust Fund

Could have bought a house, but I bought a Jesus piece Could have thought they were the feds how they stalkin' me Could have put her in Chanel, she from overseas Could have bought a Plain Jane, but her wrist freeze Pocket full of Maserati, full of swiss cheese Could have pulled up on a Jet, but did the Jet Skis X pills triple stacked like Wendy's Walkin' round with a nine like I'm Drew Brees Shootin' those boys, takin' Mickey D's Tunechi in the lamb truck, I'm in thе Bentley B You was tryna' get a dеal, I told him "Sign to me" All my niggas Rich Forever, how it gotta be Wait, all you niggas bitch forever, you can't lie to me Better go and get your Reverend, let the choir sing Goin' hard like a wedding on a Diamond ring AR keep spinnin' like a slot machine Now a nigga Rich Forever, they gon' call me Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning We was getting to them racks while they snoring Tryna make a mill', that's easy Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji The niggas who hatin', they really wan' be me You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me Bitch stop It's lonely at the top, I just heard my ears pop A fiend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock Fuck her for some Gucci socks, she gon' have to run the top For the flip flops, yeah, boy stop Run up on the opp, I just saw his heart drop My bitches on the base, I feel like a shortstop And I just caught a case, I'ma still ball out 'Til I ain't got no more fouls Now a nigga Rich Forever, they gon' call me Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning We was getting to them racks while they snoring Tryna make a mill', that's easy Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji The niggas who hatin', they really wan' be me You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me I get the bag and go straight to the plug And I buy his ass out and now it's a drought Fuck on my hoe 'til I tire her ass out My watch face drippin', I had to ask it, "What you cryin' about?" Flyin' her out, she get back home she be runnin' her mouth Pick a Bugatti up, put the Cullinan down Tell your friends I'll fly every one of them down Put 'em on a jet, tell 'em meet me in the islands Said she wanna fuck me and all of my diamonds My shooter from the trenches, got a chain, yeah, he shinin' Let Gram drive the Bentley and he crashed on the mileage I'm Rich like fuck it If I gotta bring your friend, then she fuckin' I was broke that hoe left somethin' Haters talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin' (Rich!) Now a nigga Rich Forever, they gon' call me Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning We was getting to them racks while they snoring Tryna make a mill', that's easy Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji The niggas who hatin', they really wan' be me You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me Bitch stop It's lonely at the top, I just heard my ears pop A fiend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock Fuck her for some Gucci socks, she gon' have to run the top For the flip flops, yeah, boy stop Pull up on the jet, jet skis, or yacht Broke bitches that's a pet peeve, call blocked Pockets like they got hickeys, all knots We just go to war, no keys, warlock Ran up on the opp, saw that boy heart drop Bitches on the base, I feel like a shortstop I just caught a case, but I still ball out 'Til I ain't got no more fouls Trust Fund