RichRich (october)

Throw your hands up Toss all your cares to the floor She a cancer Give it to God he'll take control All my friends are nic sick (all my friends are nic sick) She said baby you gotta be rich rich, your love is a lie She said baby you gotta be rich rich She said baby you gotta be rich That girl she a ex fien Run to her man she come back to me I keep leaving that girl on seen In the end she goes crazy Throw your hands up Toss all your cares to the floor She a cancer Give it to God he'll take control All my friends are nic sick She said baby you gotta be rich rich She said baby you gotta be She said baby you gotta be rich Stalkin my socials on the low Sorry baby but I think you just done sold Blocked her number on my phone Hit me up on email A 9-5 ain't gon be my role I ain't gon be a slave for a bone It's all cool think I'd rather be alone Think she still in love so hit me up on email A 9-5 ain't gon be my role