2017 Flow

(Rich Low)

Rich Low on this bitch, man, hide your ho, ****

(Oh my God) I ain't with the bitch anyway

(Oh my God, there he go again, oh)

(Oh my God, there he go again) Turn up, motherfucker, where the money?

(I ain't even know these **** still rappin', though)

Bitch so fuckin' pretty, swear to God, this bitch heaven sent

Life like fuckin' gamblin', these **** hittin' seven quick

If this shit get real, hop out Porsches, 007 shit

'76 on **** to the crime, they left evidence

R.I.P. my cousin, had more money than the president

Too many hoes hit this house, switch the residence

**** talkin' cash, but they be funnier than Kevin is

Talkin' 'bout my flow, I swear to God, I got a million of 'em

Lil Wayne, he ain't have no fuckin' kids, so I'm livin' for him

Sometimes I don't like this rap shit, it got me feelin' funny

Walked outside the bank with so much shit, they think I'm stealin' money

I ain't ever took no **** watch, but my bitch steal it from me

Left pocket, it's so fuckin' heavy, got a midget on me

Got so many bandikas I told my baby, 'Spend It For Me'

R.I.P. my ****, he ain't here, so bitch, I'm livin' for him

I just hit the bitch and then I dip, I'm never trickin' on him

Every time I pull up to the scene, all the bitches starin'

If I don't got no bandies in my pocket, I'ma feel embarrassed

Yesterday was with my Asian bitch, now I'm with a Karen

You don't know what havin' motion mean, then grab a dictionary

Five- seven with the blue tips, in the stock a dub

D- Boy, how much you want for that verse? You ain't got enough

They ain't tryna pay me for that walkthrough, I ain't poppin' up

And bitch, shoutout them babies, love 'em all 'cause they should shop for fun

I don't know who walked up in that party, let me peep the scene

Oh, I was on footage on your camera? I ain't seen a thing

Textin' his BM at 2 AM, bitch, I need some cheese

And I don't see nobody in my way, bitch, all I see is me, ****