BULLY

Get really rich (Rich) Number one dream for the Kidd (What) No bitch catch me in no pics (Nah) Ball like Brady throw no pick Niggas be suckers and shit (Yea) I'm ballin they tell me to quit (Yea) I'm ballin so I cannot quit (Yea) I'm ballin so they know I'm lit (Yea) Throwin dem bands in the air (Air) So these bitches they starting to strip (Strip) Yo bitch caressing my hair (Yea) Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick (Aye) Fuck wit bitches by the pair No I'm not Rick rossing dis shit I'm a villain I'm up in my lair So you know that I'm talkin my shit Said I'm mean so I act like a bully Better watch before I empty the fully Move around like I'm working a pulley (Yea) Yo girl tell me my hair feeling woolly (Yea) Yo girl like me I'm all bout my money (Yea) Yo girl want me she know that I'm bossed up Snatch yuh ankles boy you get crossed up Yuh girl like a salad she get tossed up Nigga run up on me u get bodied Nigga I move like a boss like John Gotti All of my bruddas we came from mud And now we grown up so we work to the top Yuh bitch giving out sloppy toppy ughh I can't fuck with that bitch she too nasty All of my bitches be classy None of my bitches so trashy Get really rich Number one dream for the Kidd (On God) No bitch catch me in no pics (Nah) Ball like Brady throw no pick (Ballin) Niggas be suckers and shit (Yea) I'm ballin they tell me to quit (I'm ballin) I'm ballin so I cannot quit (What) I'm ballin so they know I'm lit (What) Throwin dem bands in the air So these bitches they starting to strip (Strip) Yo bitch caressing my hair Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick Fuck wit bitches by the pair No I'm not Rick rossing dis shit I'm a villain I'm up in my lair So you know that I'm talkin my shit Get really rich ooh Get really rich ooh Get really lit yea Know I'm the shit (Yea) If I say I'm bout it then I'm rlly bout it no I cannot switch (Talkin my shit) If I say I'm bout it then I'm rlly bout it no I cannot snitch (No I cannot snitch) Nigga you act like a bitch (Bitch) No bitch you can't get no pic (Nah) Nigga don't ask for no pic (Nah) You know I'm talkin my shit (Talkin my shit) Twitter fingers u a rat (Rat) It's quiet we know where you at It's quiet we run in yo flat Stomp you out leave yo brain on a mat Mind my business and run up my racks Me and my niggas we breaking down stacks Yo bitch a thotty she breaking her back She fuck with the kidd but I still give her back We run to money like a running back Yea this for my niggas who stuck in the trap Yea this for my niggas who stuck in the back Yea this for my niggas servin a pack Yea all of my niggas we gon get dem racks Get really rich Number one dream for the Kidd (On God) No bitch catch me in no pics (Nah) Ball like Brady throw no pick (Ballin) Niggas be suckers and shit (Yea) I'm ballin they tell me to quit (I'm ballin) I'm ballin so I cannot quit I'm ballin so they know I'm lit (What) Throwin dem bands in the air (Air) So these bitches they starting to strip (Strip) Yo bitch caressing my hair (Yea) Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick (Aye) Fuck wit bitches by the pair No I'm not Rick rossing dis shit I'm a villain I'm up in my lair So you know that I'm talkin my shit (Bitch)