Real Rich

For you, I'd change, baby, what you thinkin' 'bout?

I ain't got nobody, get on the mic and I let these feelings out

The money, the gang, my name, that's what I'm killin' 'bout

Left a **** heartless but I'm the hardest so I ain't trippin' 'bout it

Soon as she get to feelin' sorry, then she gon' think about it

I've been doin' fine, handlin' mine, if you been thinkin' 'bout me

I'm with them young **** who be havin' mines, just do it, don't think about it

I got a feeling she gon' waste my time, act like she stickin' by me

You gotta watch who you drill with, come on, 'cause you **** ain't keepin' it solid

Ain't hit that kill switch 'fore a young **** hop out, take his body

I just wanna be real rich with a crib in L.A., ****, fuck Roddy

Now why the fuck you come around if you ain't plan on bein' by me?

Money bring more problems, it's a lot more we can handle

And she gon' go way more crazier when she on camera

I don't need no Henny, bitch, this Perc' give me more stamina

Make a club jam, then go fuck exotic dancer

Yes, I'm T'd the most, I wake up screamin' for a cancel

Used to do the most and I just told you that it's handled

Drop down dead, make a pussy put his hands up

Know the routine, ****, go and get them bands up

Walk in Grandma house and she like, "****, pull your pants up"

Fuck a ratchet bitch, I don't want her, she got manners

After we fuck I smack her on her ass like she do basta

Can't go back to a bitch I had in the past, I heard that's bad luck

And I got the Glock inside my coat, the boy better back up

And he already know who the fuck I am but I'm still gon' mask up

And this bitch already know who the fuck I am, she said I'm next up

**** steady cap for Instagram, boy, get your check up

FN leave a fuck **** red like ketchup (Blrrt)

I just told the bitch, "Just give me head", tryna fuck her neck up

(I just told the bitch, "Just give me head", tryna fuck her neck up)

For you, I'd change, baby, what you thinkin' 'bout?

I ain't got nobody, get on the mic and I let these feelings out

The money, the gang, my name, that's what I'm killin' 'bout

Left a **** heartless but I'm the hardest so I ain't trippin' 'bout it

Soon as she get to feelin' sorry, then she gon' think about it

I've been doin' fine, handlin' mine, if you been thinkin' 'bout me

I'm with them young **** who be havin' mines, just do it, don't think about it

I got a feeling she gon' waste my time, act like she stickin' by me

You gotta watch who you drill with, come on, 'cause you **** ain't keepin' it solid

Ain't hit that kill switch 'fore a young **** hop out, take his body

I just wanna be real rich with a crib in L.A., ****, fuck Roddy

Now why the fuck you come around if you ain't plan on bein' by me?