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(Hey, I'm really Rich) We do that shit, they imitate, he a bitch, he been a fake Wiz high as shit, he just stuffed a paper with an eighth Yellow-gold Cuban, it look like I got on lemonade I just hit the blunt, I forgot what I was finna say, fuck Okay, now I remember, hmm, I'm eatin' lettuce for dinner I know I'm the biggest, I feel like the center I got that lil' bitch on my wood, she ridin' that shit, she might get her a splinter Ain't worried 'bout shit, bitch, I'm good, I'm movin' too tech, I'm not a beginner, okay, okay Pull up, got all tens, I got a bag, I spend Her lease is up, I'm askin' her where she gon' go, she said my skin I'm fuckin' with London, I'm lovin' them women out there, bitches tens I'm riskin' my life for the pussy, I'm somewhere in Brixton, in the ends, okay She wanna link, but I'm booked 'til May I been turnt since a teen, I don't age I run up the racks, I spend and get right back, I just got paid She cannot adapt, I'm too turnt up to the max, I'm in that phase We do that shit, they imitate, he a bitch, he been a fake Wiz high as shit, he just stuffed a paper with an eighth Yellow-gold Cuban, it look like I got on lemonade I just hit the blunt, I forgot what I was finna say, fuck Okay, now I remember, hmm, I'm eatin' lettuce for dinner I know I'm the biggest, I feel like the center Letras de cancionesI got that lil' bitch on my wood, she ridin' that shit, she might get her a splinter Ain't worried 'bout shit, bitch, I'm good, I'm movin' too tech, I'm not a beginner My cars are bigger, my broads are thicker I stay on my dogs, so don't make me sick 'em I roll me one up and another one quicker I came here with one, leave with somethin' that's different You niggas my sons, so you gotta be kiddin', my lighter keep flickin' My money gets up and you walk around broke, but you not even injured Been out here runnin' for fifteen years plus and I'm not even finished Too many cars from my garage and my house isn't listed I'm gettin' lifted, come see Khalifa, man, that's a pound gifted Another three million, that's just the flight, gettin' an out-of-town visit We do that shit, they imitate, he a bitch, he been a fake Wiz high as shit, he just stuffed a paper with an eighth Yellow-gold Cuban, it look like I got on lemonade I just hit the blunt, I forgot what I was finna say, fuck Okay, now I remember, hmm, I'm eatin' lettuce for dinner I know I'm the biggest, I feel like the center I got that lil' bitch on my wood, she ridin' that shit, she might get her a splinter Ain't worried 'bout shit, bitch, I'm good, I'm movin' too tech, I'm not a beginner, okay, okay From Letras Mania