[ Featuring Rich The Kid, Jay Critch ]
I'm talkin' 'bout like-
They forgot like-, Rich Forever-, like
We-, we break every blog now
They said we wouldn't do it, I believed in it
But did you? (FREAKEY!) (oh man, goddamn)
Ha
Ooh, tuh
Rich Forever, yeah, we break every blog
No NBA, but a young nigga ball
Bitches crazy, yeah, they take off their bras
I'm prayin' to win, but they want me to fall
MAC-10, I might take off his jaw (yeah, ayy)
Off a Perc 10, I'm not sleepin' at all (ayy)
I hop in a jet, I'll see you tomorrow (oh man, goddamn)
We're breakin' the blogs down
I ran up a check, they want me to fall off
Make a hit like I'm playin' golf
Sinclair, this not Lacoste
Don't want songs with you niggas, just Critch and Dexter
F*ck her in a chokehold, just like a wrestler
Second time I hit the pussy, it was way better
Rich Forever real big like Coachella
They don't try 'cause they know better
And I been makin' more cheddar
Diamonds makin' the hoes wetter
Hit a jugg, it's a whole setup
Brodie scammed like the whole setup
She want some money, I won't let her
I used to trap in the cold weather
Sign my name got a stain in bold letters (hold on, Critch)
Mama told me, "Go be more better"
I'm with two bitches and they're both wetter
Rich Forever gettin' more cheddar, told Rich The Kid, "I can never let up" (hold on)
Bank account got M&M's, start settin' boundaries, I don't f*ck with friends
They're talkin' like, "What got into him?"
And I keep a gun, we can shoot it then (oh man, goddamn)
Yeah
Fifty on me, nigga, many men
Ride a Maybach, not a minivan
Feels good, yeah, Dexter, he's back again
Goyard might fit a M&M, I'm the boss, I go hit the dividends
You niggas be fake, don't need friends
I dropped on his head, a light ten
Ayy
One dark-skinned girl, one light-skinned (hey)
I swear, they sleep on the money (sleep)
Used to be broke in some nightmares (in some nightmares)
Still got a bag, then I'm right there (right there)
Diamonds punchin', ain't no fightin' fair (swin')
She a baddie, so they might stare (baddie)
With no toy, I'm bussin' like Lightyear
Used to hit juggs in my Nike Airs
For a Givenchy shirt, bust a new pair
I can't kick it with you like a wheelchair
You a ghost in your hood, you never there
Boy, you been a square like Delaware
Bitch, I'm rich forever, I'm a cute player
She fell on the dick like a broken chair
When I pull up on the scene, they gon' stare
Hold on, huh, let me switch it up for a minute
Got three bitches, they kissin'
Got a Glock on me and it shoot, Scottie Pippen
He was talkin' tough, now he swim with the fishes
They be gettin' thick, no picture
I'm sippin' on Lean, man, this shit give me hiccups
I'm never lackin', yeah, we ride with the sticks tucked
She was actin' mean, so I f*cked on her sister
Ooh, tuh
Rich Forever, yeah, we break every blog
No NBA, but a young nigga ball
Bitches crazy, yeah, they take off their bras
I'm prayin' to win, but they want me to fall
Mac-10, I might take off his jaw (yeah, ayy)
Off a Perc 10, I'm not sleepin' at all (ayy)
I hop in a jet, I'll see you tomorrow (oh man, goddamn)
