Lyrics

Besides uh... cook (Bitch) This all i do (Stop cappin') Aye Say he got money Nigga say he got money indeed Baby i got what ya need I'm poor, It's a lot of fuckin' shit I can't afford Fuck a nigga tryna act rich, that's boring Tell it like it is, fuck opinions, I pour Vodka, I ain't awkward, ain't on lean, this ain't a 4 I just took a rich nigga bitch, I scored All you got's a pinch, I'm the shit, I'm more Wealth in my soul, you for everybody, whore Finna spread my wings, fuck this state, I gotta soar I just took a rich nigga bitch, I scored Baby speaking Spanish like her mama named her Dora Ten in the morning, she be beating on my door Tell him she at work, she ain't even employed Pulled up at her work, she don't work there no more I can't stand a female think she stuntin' Michael Kors Baby be real witcha self, your poor Had to be real with myself, I'm poor It's a lot of fuckin' shit I can't afford Fuck a nigga tryna act rich, that's boring Tell it like it is, fuck opinions, I pour Vodka, I ain't awkward, ain't on lean, this ain't a 4 I'm poor, once i finally admitted that I got more Fuck what's in your bank account, nigga restore Ya spirit make that gold shine lying bitch, roar I never been poor but I want more Never been rich closer to poor Living my I must report People with money kill themselves more I've seen before and I'm stating facts I'm getting them racks I envision that My visions and dreams Every thought matter I only think about I manifest I'm dicking her down on some loose sheets I never sick of those pipe dreams I let my soul glow like it's hair sheen Controlling the beat like its Mike Dean Most of these nigga they be demotic I look at these niggas and see red I'm getting more love from then from Satan They loving you hard when you down Then when you is up they is hating I came in that bitch on the bitch on the mainland You hating right now but you be a fan I step out the womb and I've been made And peeling right off like a band-aid My word is bond like a caption Scooter told me I was captain Clearing the land and the passage Sonning these niggas they bastards Your actions are good but ain't matching Blood sweat and tears for the money That money get wet that's a rain check I got me hoes like I'm Sheck Wes Before I get money and I get respect I'm putting in work and that mileage Drinking that wine out the challis It is my time I want more I stayed afloat I ain't been ashore I ain't rich with money But I still ain't poor I'm poor, It's a lot of fuckin' shit I can't afford Fuck a nigga tryna act rich, that's boring Tell it like it is, fuck opinions, I pour Vodka, I ain't awkward, ain't on lean, this ain't a 4 I just took a rich nigga bitch, I scored All you got's a pinch, I'm the shit, I'm more Wealth in my soul, you for everybody, whore Finna spread my wings, fuck this state, I gotta soar I just took a rich nigga bitch, I scored Baby speaking Spanish like her mama named her Dora
Writer(s): Jasen Clevand Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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