Letras
Real trap shit
Hate these broke-ass niggas
Ay, yeah, how the fuck you broke but your name Rich
Damn, I won't give no money to a stank bitch
I won't give a dollar to a dime piece
It's money over bitches, boy, you don't gotta remind me
All I give is dick to my side piece
And my main thing get the same thing
Yeah, yeah, I been tryna put them on the same team
I'm strikin' bitches like they all got late swings
But she won't ever hit me with that late text
Real nigga, yeah, she know she fuckin' with a made man
She don't even know what to say, yeah
24-7, trap open all day, yeah
24-7, trap open all day, yeah
Hold on, hold on, hold on, I'ma go back in, hold on
24-7, trap open all day, yeah
448, I ain't weighin' out no 28s
Racks to my ear, I'm tryna hear what the money say
Broke nigga talkin', turned the other way
Bitch told me that she love me, had to run away
That nigga said he'd get to it another day
Every day, I go out and catch another hunnid plays
I can make it rain on a sunny day
Catch me in the club makin' it rain, doin' my money dance
Shut the fuck up, broke bitch, ain't seen a hunnid bands
They must be talkin' bout a check, they say I'm runnin', man
Your bitch look like a nigga, she Juwanna man
But how the fuck she still ain't ballin tho
I guess it make sense, birds of a feather stay broke together, fuck it