$ Talk Rich Amiri (Ft. Lil Tecca)

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[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
I don't talk to the money, money talk to me
Steppin' dirty like I don't know how to walk, huh
Gettin' sick of all these pistols, I got Glaucoma
Neck flooded, wrist flooded with them rhinestones
I ain't buy her purses, she ain't worth it
She from the dirt, so that money make her nervous, yeah
Pussy perfect, I'm finna flood up her wrist
Sent a bankroll, she said I got it purrin'

[Verse: Lil Tecca]
That bitch tryna fuck, she roll my dope, she gettin' out
I got off my pivot, won't do that again now
They say, "ID on that jacket," oh, this ain't new
I just had like one chances, then I been knew
I been fried today, rollin' high grade
She...
...
...sideways
I been noticing, I been noted, yeah
I got a quarter mill', that was in one check
Tell that ho that she gotta go, she changin' the subject
I wasn't upset, I know you obsessed