For The Gram Rich The God (Ft. Blueface)

[Intro]
Rich The God
Blueface baby, (Yeah aight) yeah aight
Bop, she gone bust down 'cause I buss down (Scoo)

[Chorus - Rich The God & Blueface]
If she don’t do it me she gone do it for the 'Gram
If she don't do it me she gone do it for the ’Gram (Yeah aight)
If she don't do it me bet she do it for the 'Gram
Bend it over, bust it down for these rubber bands (Bust down)
If she don't do it me she gone do it for the 'Gram
If she don't do it me she gone do it for the 'Gram (Ooh)
If she don't do it for me bet she do it for the ’Gram
Bend it over, bust it down for these rubber bands

[Verse 1 - Rich The God]
Girl you bad how you feel
Come get a deal
If you want we can chill
Ice Richard Mille
Girl I’ll sign you for real
Yeah that ass kill bill
Wanna fuck tryna fuck
Try your luck buckle up double R

[Verse 2 - Rich The God]
Yeah, girl I know that you like me (I know you like me)
Never seen a nigga like me
Fine bitches tryna find me (Tryna what?)
So bad bad bitches tryna wife me (Uh)
Hotter than a bitch, hotter than a bitch (Hotter than a)
Got these niggas pissed Rollie on my wrist (On my wrist)
I like it how you bust it on the pole (Pole)
Now bust it while you fuckin' on this pole (On this pole)
Go and bust it bust it bust it bust it
You let me touch it touch it touch it touch it (Touch it, touch it)
I do you like I do my gun and finger fuck it
(Haha) Then I fuck on you I fuckin’ love it