Every Blog

I'm talkin' 'bout like- They forgot like-, Rich Forever-, like We-, we break every blog now They said we wouldn't do it, I believed in it But did you? (FREAKEY!) (oh man, goddamn) Ha Ooh, tuh Rich Forever, yeah, we break every blog No NBA, but a young nigga ball Bitches crazy, yeah, they take off their bras I'm prayin' to win, but they want me to fall MAC-10, I might take off his jaw (yeah, ayy) Off a Perc 10, I'm not sleepin' at all (ayy) I hop in a jet, I'll see you tomorrow (oh man, goddamn) We're breakin' the blogs down I ran up a check, they want me to fall off Make a hit like I'm playin' golf Sinclair, this not Lacoste Don't want songs with you niggas, just Critch and Dexter F*ck her in a chokehold, just like a wrestler Second time I hit the pussy, it was way better Rich Forever real big like Coachella They don't try 'cause they know better And I been makin' more cheddar Diamonds makin' the hoes wetter Hit a jugg, it's a whole setup Brodie scammed like the whole setup She want some money, I won't let her I used to trap in the cold weather Sign my name got a stain in bold letters (hold on, Critch) Mama told me, "Go be more better" I'm with two bitches and they're both wetter Rich Forever gettin' more cheddar, told Rich The Kid, "I can never let up" (hold on) Bank account got M&M's, start settin' boundaries, I don't f*ck with friends They're talkin' like, "What got into him?" And I keep a gun, we can shoot it then (oh man, goddamn) Yeah Fifty on me, nigga, many men Ride a Maybach, not a minivan Feels good, yeah, Dexter, he's back again Goyard might fit a M&M, I'm the boss, I go hit the dividends You niggas be fake, don't need friends I dropped on his head, a light ten Ayy One dark-skinned girl, one light-skinned (hey) I swear, they sleep on the money (sleep) Used to be broke in some nightmares (in some nightmares) Still got a bag, then I'm right there (right there) Diamonds punchin', ain't no fightin' fair (swin') She a baddie, so they might stare (baddie) With no toy, I'm bussin' like Lightyear Used to hit juggs in my Nike Airs For a Givenchy shirt, bust a new pair I can't kick it with you like a wheelchair You a ghost in your hood, you never there Boy, you been a square like Delaware Bitch, I'm rich forever, I'm a cute player She fell on the dick like a broken chair When I pull up on the scene, they gon' stare Hold on, huh, let me switch it up for a minute Got three bitches, they kissin' Got a Glock on me and it shoot, Scottie Pippen He was talkin' tough, now he swim with the fishes They be gettin' thick, no picture I'm sippin' on Lean, man, this shit give me hiccups I'm never lackin', yeah, we ride with the sticks tucked She was actin' mean, so I fucked on her sister Ooh, tuh Rich Forever, yeah, we break every blog No NBA, but a young nigga ball Bitches crazy, yeah, they take off their bras I'm prayin' to win, but they want me to fall Mac-10, I might take off his jaw (yeah, ayy) Off a Perc 10, I'm not sleepin' at all (ayy) I hop in a jet, I'll see you tomorrow (oh man, goddamn)