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Richer
by F3dbaby
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Ayy, don't wake up, damn Marvel, you a deadbeat
DJ Flare, make the money flare Put the raw in the sport, yeah
You a lame like a dork, yeah I cook cane with a fork, yeah
I get brains from a whore I learned that from my uncle, yeah
We was raised up poor, yeah Got the honor roll, my teacher said
I was gon' be richer than y'all Count it up, check after check
We gon' have to count it up again I got them shooters with me, right
Point the finger, they gon' spin Meekles just dropped off the pack
Met him at the Holiday Inn I get amazing top from my thot
Left kind of on bottom of a chain I put the dog on the market
I know I'm not talkin' Frenchies I'm orderin' cases in 1942
Cause all we drink is Remy Quit runnin' your dick suckers
Cause I'm about the life Don't make me cop back the Simmons
Stuffin' all this dirty money in my pockets My designer jeans, didn't you
I took a lil' bassie, lil' bitch And turned her into a princess
All these princess cuts in her chain She on fire like a chimney
We got biscotti rolled in the gar We need a fire truck to put it out
If it ain't VVS, sis Then I'm puttin' paneers in my mouth
Put the raw in the sport, yeah You a lame like a dork, yeah
I cook cane with a fork, yeah I get brains from a whore
I learned that from my uncle, yeah We was raised up poor, yeah
Got an honor roll My teacher said
I was gon' be richer than y'all Take a picture
Ten thousand pesos in a art gallery One week distributed milk
Made your whole year a salary Movin' weight in a truck state
No more, losin' calories Demon movin' like the strike of lightning
I'm bout to tackle the speed
Fittin' all, give you a nosebleed Tupac with a nose ring
Dolce & Gabbana from head to feet Ortiz, I'm in a major league
F & N and the Draco on me Travelin' from Chicago to Pankakee
Nothin' less than an eighth of key, yeah
Forget about Chanel, she exotic Call me Elon Musk, I'm on a rocket
Fifty to a hundred, double the profit Keep my haters, I'm on with the silence
They all dead, the motor divides 3KG, that's my shotta, yeah
Yeah, 3KG, that's my shotta
Put the raw in the sport, yeah You a lame like a dork, yeah
I cook cane with a fork, yeah I get brains from a whore
I learned that from my uncle, yeah We was raised up poor, yeah
Got the honor roll, my teacher said I was gon' be richer than y'all
Put the raw in the sport, yeah You a lame like a dork, yeah
I cook cane with a fork, yeah I get brains from a whore
I learned that from my uncle, yeah We was raised up poor, yeah
Got the honor roll, my teacher said I was gon' be richer than y'all
Ayy, don't wake up, damn Marvel, you a deadbeat
DJ Flare, make the money flare Put the raw in the sport, yeah
You a lame like a dork, yeah I cook cane with a fork, yeah
I get brains from a whore I learned that from my uncle, yeah
We was raised up poor, yeah Got the honor roll, my teacher said
I was gon' be richer than y'all Count it up, check after check
We gon' have to count it up again I got them shooters with me, right
Point the finger, they gon' spin Meekles just dropped off the pack
Met him at the Holiday Inn I get amazing top from my thot
Left kind of on bottom of a chain I put the dog on the market
I know I'm not talkin' Frenchies I'm orderin' cases in 1942
Cause all we drink is Remy Quit runnin' your dick suckers
Cause I'm about the life Don't make me cop back the Simmons
Stuffin' all this dirty money in my pockets My designer jeans, didn't you
I took a lil' bassie, lil' bitch And turned her into a princess
All these princess cuts in her chain She on fire like a chimney
We got biscotti rolled in the gar We need a fire truck to put it out
If it ain't VVS, sis Then I'm puttin' paneers in my mouth
Put the raw in the sport, yeah You a lame like a dork, yeah
I cook cane with a fork, yeah I get brains from a whore
I learned that from my uncle, yeah We was raised up poor, yeah
Got an honor roll My teacher said
I was gon' be richer than y'all Take a picture
Ten thousand pesos in a art gallery One week distributed milk
Made your whole year a salary Movin' weight in a truck state
No more, losin' calories Demon movin' like the strike of lightning
I'm bout to tackle the speed
Fittin' all, give you a nosebleed Tupac with a nose ring
Dolce & Gabbana from head to feet Ortiz, I'm in a major league
F & N and the Draco on me Travelin' from Chicago to Pankakee
Nothin' less than an eighth of key, yeah
Forget about Chanel, she exotic Call me Elon Musk, I'm on a rocket
Fifty to a hundred, double the profit Keep my haters, I'm on with the silence
They all dead, the motor divides 3KG, that's my shotta, yeah
Yeah, 3KG, that's my shotta
Put the raw in the sport, yeah You a lame like a dork, yeah
I cook cane with a fork, yeah I get brains from a whore
I learned that from my uncle, yeah We was raised up poor, yeah
Got the honor roll, my teacher said I was gon' be richer than y'all
Put the raw in the sport, yeah You a lame like a dork, yeah
I cook cane with a fork, yeah I get brains from a whore
I learned that from my uncle, yeah We was raised up poor, yeah
Got the honor roll, my teacher said I was gon' be richer than y'all