Rich (Super Sayan) [Bonus Track]

TRACK 15 - RICH (SUPER SAYAN)

Talking down, (talking shit)

On my name, (on my uh)

You get hit, (pop)

with the K, 

Bang bang, 

but we don’t spray, (fa-fa-fa)

Ain’t no mace, (nah-nah-nah)

We talking 10K, 20K,

All up in your face. 

Yeah,

Bitch I’m about to get rich now,

I ain’t playing,

They say I might be a menace,

Tell ‘em I went Super Sayan,

Bitch I’m about to get rich now,

I ain’t playing,

They say I might be a menace,

Tell ‘em I went Super Sayan,

Tell ‘em I went Super, uh,

Kamehamehaha, 

Laughing to the bank,

Fendi, Gucci, Prada,

and pussy all I think,

I came up from nada,

Got no one to thank,

Got that baby love drunk,

And she ain’t even drink,

I’m a fucking star,

my last vid had a super car,

Yeah I run these streets,

My feet ain’t even touch the tar,

Call me Tiger Woods,

fuck up the club

I’m up to par

I never keep the piece or blade,

But I still leave a scar.

I’m talking heaven, bitch, I see it,

Live in it all day, 

you dealing with a teenage genius,

Got you all phased,

I’m from Mars and she from Venus,

Skin like Milky Way,

Young boy get that cake from her,

Like I was turning five today.

Talking down, (talking shit)

On my name, (on my uh)

You get hit, (pop)

with the K, 

Bang bang, 

but we don’t spray, (fa-fa-fa)

Ain’t no mace, (nah-nah-nah)

We talking 10K, 20K,

All up in your face. 

Yeah,

Bitch I’m about to get rich now,

I ain’t playing,

They say I might be a menace,

Tell ‘em I went Super Sayan,

Bitch I’m about to get rich now,

I ain’t playing,

They say I might be a menace,

Tell ‘em I went Super Sayan,

Tell ‘em I went Super, uh,

This Henny get you two stepping like it teach you dance lessons,

The country know my shit bang,

What the fuck’s a Smith & Wesson?

Nah, I’m not good at math,

But I always count my blessings,

After I count my racks,

She drop address and start undressing,

Up at 3AM, 

we in the Hills,

Frost bite in my canines,

Yeah, my bust down gimme chills,

Reminiscent of the days my mama couldn’t pay the bills, 

now me and Broke went separate ways,

Like I was testing how she feels,

I’m a dropout, not stupid,

Found a way get some mills,

I got lucid visions,

Beat a hater like Jahlil,

Tryna get this weight up off my back,

It’s getting real,

Turn my eye bags into body bags if looks could really kill,

On my name, (on my uh)

You get hit, (pop)

with the K, 

Bang bang, 

but we don’t spray, (fa-fa-fa)

Ain’t no mace, (nah-nah-nah)

We talking 10K, 20K,

All up in your face. 

Yeah,

Bitch I’m about to get rich now,

I ain’t playing,

They say I might be a menace,

Tell ‘em I went Super Sayan,

Bitch I’m about to get rich now,

I ain’t playing,

They say I might be a menace,

Tell ‘em I went Super Sayan,

Tell ‘em I went Super, uh,

I come from the bottom like 

I’m gum on a shoe,

I don’t sample ****,

Ain’t no one finna sue,

I know these **** chasing beef,

I had to cook ‘em a stew,

I stir the pot until it’s hot,

Wait til I get into stu,

I got it scorching on the block,

I don’t hang with opps,

They greet me, 

I don’t greet ‘em back,

And they still give me props,

She gon’ front for you

and give me back in my new Adi flops,

Shawty top me off then kiss you,

After my new project drops.

I’m repping my 2000s,

I’m making ten thousands,

I be rocking shit my tongue 

got problems with pronouncing,

I don’t need a tech to protect myself 

if you pouncing,

I got God on deck, 

**** got a problem, we bounce ‘em.

I think one day we all go meet outside,

We all got pride,

I taught your baby how to DM slide,

Coz she my side,

Leave her guessing coz I ain’t replied,

She wonder why, Hash ain’t calling back,

My hands are tied,

I’m feeling tired,

Coz she talk about the same thing,

I just want the cheque,

I can’t fuck round with no plane Jane,

I prefer the jet,

I rock Gucci, 

Boy stop hating 

coz you still shopping at Jet,

Cats and Dogs ain’t show no love,

But your bitch and her pussy is my pet,