Real Rich

[Chorus]
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 nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't keepin' it solid
Ain't hit that kill switch 'fore a young nigga hop out, take his body
I just wanna be real rich with a crib in L.A., nigga, fuck Roddy
Now why the fuck you come around if you ain't plan on bein' by me?

[Verse]
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, nigga, go and get them bands up
Walk in Grandma house and she like, "Nigga, 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
Niggas steady cap for Instagram, boy, get your check up
FN leave a fuck nigga 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)

[Chorus]
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 nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't keepin' it solid
Ain't hit that kill switch 'fore a young nigga hop out, take his body
I just wanna be real rich with a crib in L.A., nigga, fuck Roddy
Now why the fuck you come around if you ain't plan on bein' by me?