No Mileage Rich The Kid
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[Chorus]
I can't trust nobody (Nobody)
What's understood, you ain't gotta talk about it ('Bout it)
Big boss, I ain't flexin', I ain't even do a motherfuckin' push-up
You my brother, cannot trust ya (Trust ya)
Fuck the money, we can fall out about it ('Bout it)
Bought a Rolls-Royce truck and it sit in the yard
That bitch don't got no mileage
[Verse 1]
I told the label, I ain't got no stylist (No stylist)
My bankroll can't fit in my pockets (Racks)
Why the fuck you got a Dior wallet? (Woo)
Why the fuck you can't trust nobody?
They probably mad 'cause I'm feelin' like Pusha (Pusha)
Call me Master P, nigga, I got the hook-up
She was bad-bad, you was slippin', I took it
I'm a pro in the game, you a motherfuckin' rookie
All alone
Been feelin' like I'm all alone
On my bank account, they'll give you the blues
Came in the game, I been breakin' the rules
What's understood ain't gotta be explained ('Xplained)
You can look and tell I spent a grip on my chain (Rich)
[Chorus]
I can't trust nobody (Nobody)
What's understood, you ain't gotta talk about it ('Bout it)
Big boss, I ain't flexin', I ain't even do a motherfuckin' push-up
You my brother, cannot trust ya (Trust ya)
Fuck the money, we can fall out about it ('Bout it)
Bought a Rolls-Royce truck and it sit in the yard
That bitch don't got no mileage
I can't trust nobody (Nobody)
What's understood, you ain't gotta talk about it ('Bout it)
Big boss, I ain't flexin', I ain't even do a motherfuckin' push-up
You my brother, cannot trust ya (Trust ya)
Fuck the money, we can fall out about it ('Bout it)
Bought a Rolls-Royce truck and it sit in the yard
That bitch don't got no mileage
[Verse 1]
I told the label, I ain't got no stylist (No stylist)
My bankroll can't fit in my pockets (Racks)
Why the fuck you got a Dior wallet? (Woo)
Why the fuck you can't trust nobody?
They probably mad 'cause I'm feelin' like Pusha (Pusha)
Call me Master P, nigga, I got the hook-up
She was bad-bad, you was slippin', I took it
I'm a pro in the game, you a motherfuckin' rookie
All alone
Been feelin' like I'm all alone
On my bank account, they'll give you the blues
Came in the game, I been breakin' the rules
What's understood ain't gotta be explained ('Xplained)
You can look and tell I spent a grip on my chain (Rich)
[Chorus]
I can't trust nobody (Nobody)
What's understood, you ain't gotta talk about it ('Bout it)
Big boss, I ain't flexin', I ain't even do a motherfuckin' push-up
You my brother, cannot trust ya (Trust ya)
Fuck the money, we can fall out about it ('Bout it)
Bought a Rolls-Royce truck and it sit in the yard
That bitch don't got no mileage
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