[Intro: tana & Slump6s]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
I just told Richie, "We rich"
[Verse 1: Slump6s]
I got a choppa', make that nigga lay down
I been that nigga, do not bring your bae 'round
Been in my bag and I ain't talkin' sprayground
She finna play with my kids like a playground
Passing that hoe and I ain't talking Madden
We puttin' him in the sky like Aladdin
He know we finna find out if he capping
I'm finna swerve in the coupe with a bad bitch
That ho' tried hittin' me up off his Snapchat
You is an opp, nigga, no we can't have that
I just told Richie, "We rich", and that nigga a snitch, and this choppa' finna knock off his snapback
She is a ho', so I told her to back-back
Uppin' that fire, turned that boy to a hashtag
Everything that you just got, we been had that
Flexing that hoe, but she really ain't that bad
Been makin' money, this shit really nothing
I call up Richie, boy we up to something
You do not know me, stop all the assumptions
British, hoe eating me up like a crumpet
She is a gnat, so you think that I'm cuffing?
I got the strap boy, you think that I'm bluffing?
You is not hard lil' boy, he soft so we startin' to think that this nigga a muffin
Fuck that, letting the bygones be bygones
My nigga still in the cell like an ion
These niggas still tryna copy what I'm on
I see some snakes in the grass like a python
Shoutout Carti, but I'm finna jump out the house
Come to her crib, then I jump in her mouth
My chain is heavy, your shit weigh a ounce
I hit it once then I tell her to bounce
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
I just told Richie, "We rich"
[Verse 1: Slump6s]
I got a choppa', make that nigga lay down
I been that nigga, do not bring your bae 'round
Been in my bag and I ain't talkin' sprayground
She finna play with my kids like a playground
Passing that hoe and I ain't talking Madden
We puttin' him in the sky like Aladdin
He know we finna find out if he capping
I'm finna swerve in the coupe with a bad bitch
That ho' tried hittin' me up off his Snapchat
You is an opp, nigga, no we can't have that
I just told Richie, "We rich", and that nigga a snitch, and this choppa' finna knock off his snapback
She is a ho', so I told her to back-back
Uppin' that fire, turned that boy to a hashtag
Everything that you just got, we been had that
Flexing that hoe, but she really ain't that bad
Been makin' money, this shit really nothing
I call up Richie, boy we up to something
You do not know me, stop all the assumptions
British, hoe eating me up like a crumpet
She is a gnat, so you think that I'm cuffing?
I got the strap boy, you think that I'm bluffing?
You is not hard lil' boy, he soft so we startin' to think that this nigga a muffin
Fuck that, letting the bygones be bygones
My nigga still in the cell like an ion
These niggas still tryna copy what I'm on
I see some snakes in the grass like a python
Shoutout Carti, but I'm finna jump out the house
Come to her crib, then I jump in her mouth
My chain is heavy, your shit weigh a ounce
I hit it once then I tell her to bounce
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