[Intro]
(Jess, your beat on the radio)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Pray my P.O. don't get that cup 'cause she gon' smell it on my piss
And my bitch know I've been fucking, she can smell it on my dick
I ain't gotta take no picture with money, you can tell a nigga rich
Paid ten for this jacket in Milan, look at the leather on this bitch
Look at that plain Jane he got on, now look at this bezel on my shit
If I can't get her, nigga, I don't want her, but never settle over no bitch
I ain't never fell in love with no bitch who ain't had my back like I had hers
Shorty show me mad love
Step into the bag for her
[Verse 1]
I've been counting up for so long, my fingers getting cramps (My fingers getting cramps)
I got that water tucked under my shirt, my shit getting damp (I'm soaking wet)
And I know my bitch ain't pregnant, she been having cramps (She been on her period)
I don't know none of these niggas over here, but I'm gon' adapt
After that, turned his trap to the cash room
Setting up shop in the bathroom
Just like a bear, you bad news
Everything around me cash rules
Told a broke nigga I can pop it, I just made a deposit, I was with my dead dudes
Don't give me no response if I didn't ask you
Nah, lil' nigga, I got a bag too
A rich nigga still eating fast food
Steak dish with a little can food
Too rich to vacay to Cancun
I would've wifed her but she ran through
Shooters on go when the van moves
I'm a stand up guy, need a standing ovation
I smoke too much, I don't know why I took a pee for probation
(Jess, your beat on the radio)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Pray my P.O. don't get that cup 'cause she gon' smell it on my piss
And my bitch know I've been fucking, she can smell it on my dick
I ain't gotta take no picture with money, you can tell a nigga rich
Paid ten for this jacket in Milan, look at the leather on this bitch
Look at that plain Jane he got on, now look at this bezel on my shit
If I can't get her, nigga, I don't want her, but never settle over no bitch
I ain't never fell in love with no bitch who ain't had my back like I had hers
Shorty show me mad love
Step into the bag for her
[Verse 1]
I've been counting up for so long, my fingers getting cramps (My fingers getting cramps)
I got that water tucked under my shirt, my shit getting damp (I'm soaking wet)
And I know my bitch ain't pregnant, she been having cramps (She been on her period)
I don't know none of these niggas over here, but I'm gon' adapt
After that, turned his trap to the cash room
Setting up shop in the bathroom
Just like a bear, you bad news
Everything around me cash rules
Told a broke nigga I can pop it, I just made a deposit, I was with my dead dudes
Don't give me no response if I didn't ask you
Nah, lil' nigga, I got a bag too
A rich nigga still eating fast food
Steak dish with a little can food
Too rich to vacay to Cancun
I would've wifed her but she ran through
Shooters on go when the van moves
I'm a stand up guy, need a standing ovation
I smoke too much, I don't know why I took a pee for probation
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