[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
(I just told Richie we rich)
[Chorus]
Yeah, these niggas not bigger than us, that's the truth
Yeah, I'm in the backseat, Maybach coupe
Yeah, bitch, I'm in the spot, microdosin' shrooms
Yeah, I hang with some real niggas and some goons
Yeah, she know I want her and her friend
I told my boy, go hop up in the Benz
Yes, I'm Lil' Lonely, baby, chasin' bands
These niggas, they sleepin' on me, they on xans
Yes, I'm with my real slime, shit get sticky, man, I might just havе to triple cross my mans
And I got my real niggas and they sticking with mе, while they tryna cross me out for bands
[Verse 1]
Fuckin' up my networth (Boy)
Just to get out of my DM, more than you done had
I could show you check work
Baby, we got juggs goin' for some bags
Show me what your chest like
Baby, 'cause we blowin' through pounds of that gas
Tryna live my best life
No, I can't cap this shit moving fast
Yeah, if he on the cash
Yeah, then we on his ass
Uh, yeah, say he keep that fire
Yeah, he cap, nigga, that's his dad's
Yeah, any nigga like I
Yeah, I'm really 'bout my cash
Yeah, I'm really 'bout my bag
Yeah, I don't sleep, I got bags, nigga
Designer bags, nigga
Buy my bitch, a new bag, nigga
Yeah, and I want a Trackhawk
Yeah, fuck a Hellcat, nigga
Yeah, and I'ma track 'em down, and hawk 'em
Yeah, I ain't even playin', nigga
Yeah, and I ain't even hearin' no talkin'
I ain't hearin' what you sayin', nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
(I just told Richie we rich)
[Chorus]
Yeah, these niggas not bigger than us, that's the truth
Yeah, I'm in the backseat, Maybach coupe
Yeah, bitch, I'm in the spot, microdosin' shrooms
Yeah, I hang with some real niggas and some goons
Yeah, she know I want her and her friend
I told my boy, go hop up in the Benz
Yes, I'm Lil' Lonely, baby, chasin' bands
These niggas, they sleepin' on me, they on xans
Yes, I'm with my real slime, shit get sticky, man, I might just havе to triple cross my mans
And I got my real niggas and they sticking with mе, while they tryna cross me out for bands
[Verse 1]
Fuckin' up my networth (Boy)
Just to get out of my DM, more than you done had
I could show you check work
Baby, we got juggs goin' for some bags
Show me what your chest like
Baby, 'cause we blowin' through pounds of that gas
Tryna live my best life
No, I can't cap this shit moving fast
Yeah, if he on the cash
Yeah, then we on his ass
Uh, yeah, say he keep that fire
Yeah, he cap, nigga, that's his dad's
Yeah, any nigga like I
Yeah, I'm really 'bout my cash
Yeah, I'm really 'bout my bag
Yeah, I don't sleep, I got bags, nigga
Designer bags, nigga
Buy my bitch, a new bag, nigga
Yeah, and I want a Trackhawk
Yeah, fuck a Hellcat, nigga
Yeah, and I'ma track 'em down, and hawk 'em
Yeah, I ain't even playin', nigga
Yeah, and I ain't even hearin' no talkin'
I ain't hearin' what you sayin', nigga
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