Letras
Ayo, you janky
Rich Girl Skits
Ay, bitch, shut the fuck up and cough it up
Stay down for me, I'ma boss you up
Don't get this baby face fucked up, I'll pop you up
Stop watchin' my plate and go cop you some
It's a lonely game, it's just me and my feats
How I'm doin' better than you, P, and you D
Name ring bells through these streets 'cause I'm a pro member (pro)
Baby, see my vision, she's a go-getter (go)
I don't got friends, I collect bands for a livin' (ay)
Don't worry, you'll get the call if she ever come up missin' (okay)
Your P stand for porn star, not this yimpin'
I'm a big fish, you niggas lil' sicklets (yeah)
Baby, sometimes I'm an asshole, but I'm a gentleman
Come straight to me, it ain't no middleman
Squares make me sick, bags make me sicker
I am not your friend, bitch, I am not your babysitter
Talk about money, lil' bitch, when you talk to me
Why do you get scared when I talk about fees?
Damn (damn), you must got a different motive (yeah)
Well, I will shake your ass up like a soda
Squares make me sick and bags make me sicker
Speakin' on me, I ain't trippin', I'm gettin' richer
I'm a pro member and we all some go-getters (ay, ay, okay)
Squares make me sick and bags make me sicker
Speakin' on me, I ain't trippin', I'm gettin' richer
I'm a pro member (pro) and we all some go-getters
Baby, let's have a drink and talk about the situation
You need to choose, I'm sick of waitin'
Without me, you gon' lose, I'm just bein' honest
But me behind you, you gon' see some commas
Broke niggas always talkin', they ain't 'bout a bag
You pay him and his brother, bitch, you's a fag
Everything I got smell like cochie, believe that
Double R with the stars, I need that
Passport on me, maybe I'll take a trip (okay)
Dancin' with the dolphins, poppin' that shit
Might bump your bitch, Mr. Big Bands
Baby, she heard about me, I drive these feats crazy
Ooh, I got sick when I found out she was a fag (oh, I was sick)
Me and squares don't get along and that's that (ay)
Poppin' that shit on the daily (daiy)
I know them other niggas hate me, yeah
Squares make me sick and bags make me sicker
Speakin' on me, I ain't trippin', I'm gettin' richer
I'm a pro member and we all some go-getters (ay, ay, okay)
Squares make me sick and bags make me sicker
Speakin' on me, I ain't trippin', I'm gettin' richer
I'm a pro member (pro) and we all some go-getters