ITS #HowiMetYourMother

[Intro]
(Azure)
Ayo, Ian

[Chorus]
She said "I ain't fuckin' 'less you rich," woah
She told me with fake diamonds on her wrist, yeah
I think I got her fuckin' with the kid
She 27, married, from the 6
Now hear me, I ain't fuckin' 'less you rich, bitch
Nah, I ain't gonna fuck unless you different
Nah, I ain't stoppin' 'til my family livin'
They heard my music, told me I'm the shit
Yeah, I'm the shit, she be moving for a flick
How I met your mother
Tell me how yo' bitch became my bitch
If she got grills up in her mouth, diamonds dancin' on my dick
And yesterday I met your spouse, said she got some new tits
Oh shit, I mean some new tints, for her BMW
No, you can't walk a mile in these Margiela shoes
All them know I'm the shit, hate to break it to you
It's just me and myself, that's my table for two

[Verse]
Most these bitches two-faced, I read 'em like a ruby
Baby girl, let's make a movie then let's watch it, Blu-ray, uh
Fuck in your cousin's jacuzzi
And if anything, I'ma make you pay, touché (Touché)
Sol Jay gonna run his bag up, but he don't fuck with that
I'll lie and say "I'm broke," just to show you I'm still fuckin' that
And nah, I won't call you a ho, but a groupie 'cause I fucked a fan
And I'll pass her to my bro, shoutout Voda, that's a double tap
I fuck to the beat, bottoms up, Hennessy
Hit the moves like it's WWE
All my dogs is bad bitches, not literally
I keep it 100, they 60 with me
I'm on my big boy shit, on my rich boy shit
On my fuckboy shit for a ho that chase the sound
Ho that chasin' the clout
You paying me now, pay, bitch

[Chorus]
She said "I ain't fuckin' 'less you rich," woah (Fuck unless you rich)
She told me with fake diamonds on her wrist, yeah
I think I got her fuckin' with the kid
She 27, married, from the 6
Now hear me, I ain't fuckin' 'less you rich, bitch (I ain't fuckin' 'less you rich, bitch)
Nah, I ain't gonna fuck unless you different
Nah, I ain't stoppin' 'til my family livin'
They heard my music, told me I'm the shit (Yeah, I'm the shit)
Yeah, I'm the shit, she be moving for a flick
How I met your mother
Tell me how yo' bitch became my bitch
If she got grills up in her mouth, diamonds dancin' on my dick
And yesterday I met your spouse, said she got some new tits
Oh shit, I mean some new tints, for her BMW
No, you can't walk a mile in these Margiela shoes
All them know I'm the shit, hate to break it to you
It's just me and myself, that's my table for two