RICH BITCH

Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby, yeah Cash comes slow but support stays strong Never need a record label just to get a loan Got bad credit and I still get a loan Cash advance, check, table waiting for my phone Write it on her hand then write off the receipt I don't even need to check my views no more No more, no more You don't even know me so why you still talking Bass till I bleed and I'm steadily walking Down to the corner store my favorite spot Might plan to release the same day as Kanye's next drop You got me, I'm playing, phone been dead So I'm just here laying, laying, laying Vocals on this track Cigarettes and whiskey, how could she not miss me Cigarettes and whiskey, how could she not miss me Cigarettes and whiskey, how could she not miss me Cigarettes and whiskey, how could she not miss me Notion the guards, slizzle with the bars Escape the great, keep a hold on every charge Ready to let go of everything I've ever called Lose my mind, lose my soul, lost every time I told Can't get worse, only can get better For the forty fourth time, I'm gonna tell this in a letter Write these words down and pay attention If they don't like your music, they ain't really listening I digress, talk with chest, movin' chess Turn a pawn to a queen, then move where I will be Where I stayed the crib been booked for like three weeks Studio time by my bed, bought everything I ever said How about McLaren? how about designer? Can you make me an inch taller? Fire spit the pig on sticks, take a dip, the water fresh as shit Been going wrong, need some time alone To save the memories that I've wronged The chances that I've Brought Breathe a little harder, watch I read from the book I digress, talk with chest, movin' chess Turn a pawn to a queen, then move where I will be Where I stayed the crib been booked for like three weeks Studio time by my bed, bought everything I ever said How about McLaren? how about designer? Can you make me an inch taller? Fire spit the pig on sticks, take a dip, the water fresh as shit Cash advance, check, table waiting for my phone Write it on her hand then write off the receipt I don't even need to check my views no more No more, no more You don't even know me so why you still talking Bass till I bleed and I'm steadily walking Down to the corner store my favorite spot Might plan to release the same day as Kanye's next drop You got me, I'm playing, phone been dead So I'm just here laying Vocals on this track I am, nah I wanna show my mom a ten-year run Make all obstacles the stepping stones and laugh just for fun Cry away the pain, but remember to shine bright against the burning sun Nights and memories and dread don't mean nothing when the time that comes No longer waiting for a foot before the other, it ain't over till I'm done Never thought to drop a song, but the road support makes me number one Number one, tied to a shit job I've been making none Making none I've been making none Making none I've been making none Check