Birds in LA JG (Ft. Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Oh, you dig? You know what I'm sayin'?
Rich Forever way, you know what I'm sayin'?
The only way, money way, hol' up
No Gen

[Verse 1: JG]
I'm a high road, bitches love flexin' the eye roll
You might roll up in shit, I don't
I do this shit with my eyes closed, I'm off the Hennessy, I know
I got some enemies lurkin', I got my energy perfect
Try me, you finna' get served, shit, ight though
I talked to God, he said, "Work, [?] get is deserved," I know
I'm tryna' cash in the check, I get like six zeroes of a eye roll
I met a bird out in LA, I made the bitch hit a high note
She tryna' sing to me prolly, told her I can't be the guy, no
One, I'm not the one, tell 'em I do it, this summer I got it done
You sounding dumber than Donald Trump, I'ma do numbers like Donald Trump
I took a trip out to LA, hop out the whip with the Balmains
I got a feeling it's all changed, I got it's all changed

[Pre-Chorus: JG]
Look, I'm chasing thous, yeah, yeah, I'm tryna' count shit
They talkin' down, yeah, yeah, they on some clown shit
Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count shit
Fuck if you doubt shit, you not about shit