Both said they need me in the club
I been kickin shit playin pool with the plug
She just wanna chill, conversate
And smoke drugs
And I just wanna drink and put
My dick inside your gut
Shawty just a freak so ima
Leave it on her butt
She gon run her mouth and now
Her friends just wanna fuck
No I ain't gotta flex big bags on us
Thumb through them hunnids one
Time feel the rush
Gotta keep the vibes on me right now

Runnin out the mansion white folks like how
Came out the north and that bag on me now
Ain't no better feeling than to
Watch your mama smile
Bout to take a trip won't be back for awhile
Girl if you need me you
Know what number to dial
Eyes on me jeff lookin down proud
Mama I'm the one they wanna be look around
I can't lose i can't lose
Louis rain bouncing off that Gucci umbrella
Six range few chains and the white feather
I cannot cuff that hoe cause I know better
Forreal

Shawty pop one, shawty pop two
Lemme hit that from the back
I want that top too
Blowin smoke out the rolls to remind you
Niggas say they pockets fat
Well nigga mine too

Everybody wants to be rich
Everybody wants to be rich
Wants to be rich yeah
One more time one more time one more time
Everybody wants to be rich
Everybody wants to be rich
Wants to be rich yeah

If you know, day one shit man
Nard & b used to pull up to the crib
Mob to this basement where we
Really got it in forreal

I got the same ol attitude same ol problems
I just feel like niggas tryna
Get me for my dollas
If you get money bad bitches gonna follow
Bad bitches gonna follow
Same ol attitude same ol problems
I just feel like niggas tryna
Get me for my dollas
If you get money bad bitches gonna follow
Bad bitches gonna follow if you knew

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC
Writer(s): BRANDON RACKLEY, JAMES ROSSER, KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, TREVON CAMPBELL