Dirty Riches

Huh, lying to my bitch or else I disappoint her I got real pointers, younging keep that 30 on ya And I keep real bitches, Spanish ho from Barcelona And I think that bitch a chola, she just stepped on Yola I can't FaceTime with that bitch she copped that Motorola She know how to use that brain but she got no diploma Only thing I hate about her, I just can't control her Racks on me, how you do it? I got methods on ya We come knocking on ya door like we just saw Jehovah Now she tryna f*ck the team I swear she so bipolar If she was fucking with my mans then I won't f*ck up on her She gon' send that vid so quick I don't play for Minnesota Why he playing on my phone I don't even play with bitches I got all the Oppas tight cause I keep dirty switches Dirty clips and dirty sticks on top of dirty dishes Clean em up I send em off, I'm counting dirty riches Dirty bitch and she gon' fulfill all my dirty wishes Got 33 up in this clip, ain't no way all em misses When he got hit up in his shit his whole gang got a sickness And I been sleeping with yo bitch that boy been sleep w fishes I bet he turning in his grave y'all boys ain't stand on business And how the f*ck y'all say y'all gang when half y'all turned to snitches When he got hit up, D.O.A the doc ain't waste no stitches Ain't wasting no beds, ain't wasting no meds, ain't wasting no physician Huh, - up in my blunt I smoke the whole thing Huh, smoking sticky shit, this that propane Huh, Smoking bloody blunts, feel like Cobain Huh, pay up with a hunnid' I need no change