Rags To Bxxches YGTUT

[Chorus]
This shit sound like chandeliers, and screen doors
Shit smell like good weed, that indo
I don't know your name girl, I'ma need your info
Or maybe we should slow it down, or speed up the tempo
This shit feel like cashmere, or a fur coat
I feel like money baby, I'ma let the world know
Rags to riches, rags to bitches
All of my niggas ride 20 inch chrome
Rags to riches, rags to bitches
Money calling, let me talk on the phone

[Verse 1]
Got me feeling flier than a drone
Need the whole castle, you can keep the throne
Me and my team did it for a check
Fronting like you got it on your own
See, I'm just tryna get my cut while you just tryna make a scratch
I'm just tryna get it off, you just tryna make it back
I'ma do it like I'm s'pposed to
Man these rappers got me throwed off
Working, working so, so hard
Pussy rapper boy you so soft
Take it later like the repo
Make her sing like she CeeLo
Let her rock me like she Deebo
Work the wheel while she deepthroat