Lil Richards

I need me some more Hoes, yeah money to the ceiling baby I need me some more hoes a whole lot of bitches, I need me some more shows a whole lot of riches Swear these niggas homos, they all little Richards They all little bitches I need money to the ceiling, yeah I need me some more hoes, a whole lot of bitches I need me some more shows, a whole lot of riches Swear these niggas homos, they all little richards They all little bitches I need money to the ceiling, yeah I'ma get it with a kitchen knife You remember that kitchen knife Cold, dark times in New York You remember those winter nights When they used to call us Brooklyn Knights Long days, always in a fight I was screaming out, soo, woo Nine trey Billy really right I remember those days Now a nigga stay whoopty I remember knuckle days Now these niggas wanna shoot me Swear these niggas straight groupies beefing over Instagram bitches Till I slide right on them G5 end his life switches I'ma get it, cause I gotta get it Too real, you niggas counterfeit it Now a nigga got his flow up in the V-Smack with the windows tinted Ride around and I'm getting it Bushwick gotta represent Everything stay whoopty G5 pools in the jet I remember they was hating Talking down bout a nigga Nowadays they be hating But wanna be around a nigga Cause my pockets got bigger Cause I'm really that nigga My bitch ass got fatter I'm screaming out, it do not matter I need me some more hoes A whole lot of bitches I need me some more shows A whole lot of riches Swear these niggas homos They all little richards They all little bitches I need money to the ceiling I need me some more hoes A whole lot of bitches I need me some more shows A whole lot of riches Swear these niggas homos They all little richards They all little bitches I need money to the ceiling yeah I be really bout shit You be talking bout shit I be really really in these streets Trying to get it how I live I got the raw from my East Connect, I'm talking bout that straight butter I got the raw from my Bushwick niggas, I'm talking bout that loud budda I be creeping on a late night, don't be slipping got the grip tight So high on that G-Glue with the syrup in the styrofoam tight Never been about the law type, my bitch is a maniac Ain't no explaining that, just know I ain't the only one strapped I don't be tripping, I just be living a little You should ease up, get your money right, you should try living a little F*ck the key, I'm the locksmith, you ain't G, you just pop shit But you really don't pop shit, you on some calling the cops shit I'm a real nigga, meanie that, you a little nigga, Mimi nap Never been on no regular shit, I can stand me a regular bitch Put some respect on my name baby, I drive that pussy insane crazy Niggas looking real mad lately, don't you ever play yourself baby Nah, whoopty I need me some more hoes, a whole lot of bitches I need me some more shows, a whole lot of riches Swear these niggas homos, they all little richards They all little bitches, I need money to the ceiling, yeah I need me some more hoes, a whole lot of bitches I need me some more shows, a whole lot of riches Swear these niggas homos, they all little richards They all little bitches, I need money to the ceiling, yeah