RICH SEX

(Woah Woah)
(Woah Woah)

I cannot lie (lie, lie)
The only thought on my mind was suicide
I really tried (tried, tried)
But these drugs don't even really get me high
I'm doing rich sex
Really really rich sex
And now I'm counting big checks
Z06 this bitch wet
Designer brand gon' mix match
And yea I'm lit it's big facts

Hit her once I'll give his bitch back
Pop molly like a Tic-Tac (yeah)
I'm the one bitch, yeah, I been that
Ain't fucking with that chit-chat (ain't fucking with that)
Sip lean you sip a six-pack
You talk about it I really live that (you know I live that)

Load it up blown his lid back
He lame he won't admit that
Break her back out like a kit-kat yeah
Bitch I did that (woah)

You say you was my brother why you telling lies?
I thought you was real but it was a disguise
Could tell you how I feel but girl you'd probably cry (yeah)

(CHORUS)