Too Rich

Yeah I could feel vibes I don't f*ck with you if you lie I don't f*ck with you if ain't from where you say you from And my old joint, she said I'm an empath I think that's kinda presumptuous Tell ya mans, tell ya mans, I got fans, I got stans I got plans to advance, and the power in my hands too Got a lot of gold all up in my mouth, and I know I got hella haters, tell 'em walk it out, rich I got love interests Wall to wall, room full of them bitches I got love interests And they can't touch none of my riches I got love interests Wall to wall, room full of them bitches I got love interests And they all want T'so children's But the kid is not mine Bitch, you lucky you was getting my time You know lil' T'so ahead of his time I got more sauce than ya X's combined Shot my shot cause yo' homegirl yeah she fine She seen my DM like it was a sign Pull up wit quickness, I dip, then we fly You cannot play me I dare you to try Said Bitch I'ma hit, but If you really bug me then I say goodbye Yeah bitch, I'ma say peace Dick fit snug, pussy warmer than a fleece He just mad cause I got cheese Cookin' flickin' blades like I'm Bobby Flay, sheesh Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich And my people's too rich And people's kids rich Build a steeple from a brick Worship these scriptures, King Ain't no tellin' what tomorrow bring I might rap, and I might sing Put me on a track, I'm the icing White, but I'm not a viking Got a plan I'm devising Bitch, I heard dollar might do you Don't lie to me, cause I see through you My intention's pure like fruit juice But don't make me put the mother fucking voodoo Don't make me pull the mother fucking pins out Don't make me load the grenade launcher If I hate you, I'll put a price on ya If you kill me the guilt gon' haunt ya And I bet that you ain't got it on ya All of yall be sharin' one gun, and you stay hot like a sauna You gon' disappear like Hoffa I never lie, bitch I'm too honest I could see the future, I got good karma 12 years ago, momma heart broken by my father All throughout my life, heart broken by my momma Cause, many times she tried to leave us, suicide, she wanna But pain is my armor Pain made me stronger Pain inflicted on ya Then I'm gon' lie to your honor Rich