Merdeka.com - She wanna hang with Rich Forever

She's texting her friends like " Where's Dexter?"

I'm fucking this bitch, but her nigga jealous

She look at my wrist, that's a Richard Millie

Remember them days, was broke, was sleep on the floor, huh, ain't doing it no more

Baby got good brain, where is your throat?

I got money, yeah, this shit on the floor

Yeah, huh, ooh, rock out at shows, I'll do it with my clothes off

I catch me a opp and I'm taking his nose off

She give me good brain, I hope I don't doze off

Baby, you look good, better with your clothes off

They taking these pictures with me, but, I don't know y'all

Looking at Rich, bro, you're a show off

Can't hang with no goofies, 'cause niggas be so soft

Aye, I drop a six, then doze off

Don't kick it with niggas, I don't know y'all

Fucking all night off a Adderall

Dex dropped 150 on new teeth

The way she suck the dick with the technique

Tryna book a show, that's a Patek Phillipe

I might walk through for 150 at least

Ooh, purple Molly

She gon' lick it off her body

Tell her, " Bust it open" , like the old Follies

Never seen Rihanna, but my wrist Rocky (Hey)

Give her my wrist, flooded (Ice)

They keep talking, like " Show me some money" (Show me)

He say he havin' it, we know he's frontin' (You frontin')

Baddie, and she let me all in her tummy (Baddie)

She let me all in her rib cage (Hey)

Straight off the block, to the [?] (Skrt)

He try to play, then he's insane (Stupid)

I got more chops than a Sensei

You know Hood Fav', I been paid (Hood Fav')

Two baddies, tryna see what her friends say (Yeah)

I can't fuck with you niggas, you in the way (No)

And my cup full of juice, like it's Minute Maid (Lean)

Me in all black in a foreign, the big body roaring, it look like T-Rex (Yeah)

They need to put it to rest, why they talking to me if it's not 'bout a check? (Why?)

Louis on me when I'm chilling, a nigga still fly, I ain't gotta get dressed (Hey)

Bag on me, I'm fully invested (Yeah)

Fuck with shorty, she's good with the sex (Hey)

She wanna hang with Rich Forever

She's texting her friends like " Where's Dexter?"

I'm fucking this bitch, but her nigga jealous

She look at my wrist, that's a Richard Millie

Remember them days, was broke, was sleep on the floor, huh, ain't doing it no more

Baby got good brain, where is your throat?

I got money, yeah, this shit on the floor

Yeah, huh, ooh, rock out at shows, I'll do it with my clothes off

I catch me a opp and I'm taking his nose off

She give me good brain, I hope I don't doze off

Baby, you look good, better with your clothes off

They taking these pictures with me, but, I don't know y'all

Looking at Rich, bro, you're a show off

Can't hang with no goofies, 'cause niggas be so soft