[Intro]
(E-E-Enrgy made this one)
Make a reservation just to eat like a
Fifteen
I'm so fucking rich, I'm a young rich (Fifteen K on a Super Bowl ring)
[Verse]
I've been trying to figure out why my cup's so dirty
Million dollar wire, tell 'em, "Send it in a hurry"
Anybody wearin' dirty white 1's make me worried
Walked through the mud in my Diors, but see, that's another story
Like a nigga dumb as hell, I be throwin' up a F
I'ma hit her from the back and she gon' feel it in her chest
I just sent a prayer to God that they bring back the Tech
If they police wanna catch me, they gon' have to get a 'Vette
I told her if she love me, she'll go buy me a jet
I tell my bitch I love her, I might go and kill her ex
I'm rich, so I ain't gotta pull out when I'm havin' sex
I'm rich, but I ain't gotta pay her for this oral sex
I could turn a hoodrat bitch into a diva
Nigga, this exotic, I don't know about Sativa
I feel like Jordan when he hit that game winner on Cleveland
I can still win MVP sittin' out a season
Twelve hundred for these pants, it's bandanas in the split
Once we out lookin', we ain't callin' off the hit
I like my jewelry in the dark, nigga, 'cause it still hit
That bust down Patek gon' look good on my wrist
You can't sit at this table, you couldn't even pay the tip
Your nigga mean to you, but I heard that boy a bitch
Every gun in this car got another full clip
I be gettin' real money, in my world, you don't exist
If you ain't makin' money, you ain't never makin' sense
She said she wanna fuck, she ain't even throw a hint
I'm a star player, you ain't even worth the bench
Six hundred for this belt, I just bought it for the print
I make a reservation just to eat like a king
Fifteen K on a Super Bowl ring
You don't know how to hustle, you ain't never sold a thing
Thirty pairs of Amiris, used to be Billie jeans
Shoot a nigga in his face, drop his jaw like Scream
I used to be broke, I was punchin' TV's
It was nights I couldn't eat 'cause I loaded all my cheese
Told that bitch, "Turn into a million dollars for Halloween"
Yeah, I collect cars, got a dresser full of keys
My buffs all white with the rose gold seats
You is not Franchise, you would never make the team
This a AMG Benz, it was made overseas
I got so many Monclers, it's like eenie-miny-moe
Six thousand dollar fit, I'm just goin to the store
How you still layin' with her and you knowin' she a ho?
I got some head from a groupie, I won't do that shit no more
(E-E-Enrgy made this one)
Make a reservation just to eat like a
Fifteen
I'm so fucking rich, I'm a young rich (Fifteen K on a Super Bowl ring)
[Verse]
I've been trying to figure out why my cup's so dirty
Million dollar wire, tell 'em, "Send it in a hurry"
Anybody wearin' dirty white 1's make me worried
Walked through the mud in my Diors, but see, that's another story
Like a nigga dumb as hell, I be throwin' up a F
I'ma hit her from the back and she gon' feel it in her chest
I just sent a prayer to God that they bring back the Tech
If they police wanna catch me, they gon' have to get a 'Vette
I told her if she love me, she'll go buy me a jet
I tell my bitch I love her, I might go and kill her ex
I'm rich, so I ain't gotta pull out when I'm havin' sex
I'm rich, but I ain't gotta pay her for this oral sex
I could turn a hoodrat bitch into a diva
Nigga, this exotic, I don't know about Sativa
I feel like Jordan when he hit that game winner on Cleveland
I can still win MVP sittin' out a season
Twelve hundred for these pants, it's bandanas in the split
Once we out lookin', we ain't callin' off the hit
I like my jewelry in the dark, nigga, 'cause it still hit
That bust down Patek gon' look good on my wrist
You can't sit at this table, you couldn't even pay the tip
Your nigga mean to you, but I heard that boy a bitch
Every gun in this car got another full clip
I be gettin' real money, in my world, you don't exist
If you ain't makin' money, you ain't never makin' sense
She said she wanna fuck, she ain't even throw a hint
I'm a star player, you ain't even worth the bench
Six hundred for this belt, I just bought it for the print
I make a reservation just to eat like a king
Fifteen K on a Super Bowl ring
You don't know how to hustle, you ain't never sold a thing
Thirty pairs of Amiris, used to be Billie jeans
Shoot a nigga in his face, drop his jaw like Scream
I used to be broke, I was punchin' TV's
It was nights I couldn't eat 'cause I loaded all my cheese
Told that bitch, "Turn into a million dollars for Halloween"
Yeah, I collect cars, got a dresser full of keys
My buffs all white with the rose gold seats
You is not Franchise, you would never make the team
This a AMG Benz, it was made overseas
I got so many Monclers, it's like eenie-miny-moe
Six thousand dollar fit, I'm just goin to the store
How you still layin' with her and you knowin' she a ho?
I got some head from a groupie, I won't do that shit no more
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