Ain’t my Rich Kidz

She ain't my bitch
She ain't my hoe
She ain't my girl
She ain't my folk
She ain't none to me
The hoe a joke
Plus she be fucking around with me and my folk
She ain't my friend
She ain't my buddy
Naw we just cutting
Ain't nothing to it we just fucking

These hoes wonna try me
They probably want to fly me
Labels keep calling with these little ass checks, can't but me
Better check my I.D I need twins like symeez
We done ran thru every chrew in the city sell yd
La De Da De, I'm so on it I can't sip no more
Da De Da De, watch her ride me like a rodey-o
Trill nigga living that street life
Man these hoes ain't eating right
Got to be home when the nigga see the street light
That shit don't be right
Lui, Gucci bitch that's my attire
Me and K-O working hard
Like we build out an empire?
Get what I desire
If my bitch ain't putting in work
Then I got the right to fire