[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Act' way, money way
Only way, you know what I'm sayin'?
Rich Forever way
Gang shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Verse 1: Cdot Honcho]
Ayy, I'm in camo but this Valentino, ayy
I be winnin' but I got a cheat code
Put that heat on yo ass, jalapeño
Fonem gon' cover me like gazebo
Look like I hit a casino
Up in a Suite with these hoes from Toronto
They really from Puerto Rico, ayy
Thinkin' it's sweet, foenem brought in an auto
That bitch gon' clean up a street though, (Bitch)
All up in Neiman's, I cop it, I'm leavin'
I left out that bitch with like three rolls
I got a bitch and yo' bitch I just borrowed
I told her keep that on the D low
Plus her OG be getting that drank and I guess I ain't shit but a free load (Haha)
Let that hundred round go for a minute
I really ain't thinkin; bout reloading
Fonem might pop up and be in yo' kitchen
They only be thinkin bout unloadin'
Smokin on gas, I ain't passin my wood
'Cause that's how that bitch get to unrollin'
Nigga, you better not slide in this hood
I'm sorry how shit get to unfoldin'
I let like twenty five hop out that AR
Hop in that coop and then I'm rollin'
I got three bitches but we do not lay up
I hit them hoes and then I'm rollin'
Kidnap yo' bitch, boy yo' ass better pay up
Twenty four hours or she goin'
Thinkin' it's funny, we not joking
Bring out that money or we smokin'
Pour up that Wok and then I'm floatin, (Drank)
Gimme the rock, bitch, I'm wide open
Bitch try to act like she bougie, she saw me with guap
In a minute, she wide open
My auntie told me that them niggas be hatin'
I told her don't worry 'cause I'm knowin'
And Roc always with me, don't do no debatin'
If anything funny go, he blowin'
I got that 'Rari parked up by the terminal
Pull up, you making the article
Fonem got shit that the Navy and Army do
Turning yo' shit to a particle, ayy
Yeah, I be runnin' to racks
I don't got a bat, but ball like Carter do (I ball like Carter do)
I got yo bitch in the back
With rockets around I feel like Harden do, ayy (Haha)
[Interlude: Rich The Kid]
Yeah, man
Pour that shit up, man, y'all cappin' ass niggas, man
Y'all broke, rappin'-ass niggas, man
Lame ass niggas, man
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Fuckin' that lil' bitch, met her on Melrose
Hop out and ride in Camaro
I cannot kick it with none of these rappers 'cause most of these niggas be homos
She suck my dick and kicked out the back door; I used to trap at the bando
Broke niggas ain't gettin' no combo; look at my wrist, it's a condo
For that lil' cuban, I'm tuckin a kilo', look like I hit a casino
Send me them birds, I need 'em pronto
I met the plug, Alonzo, huh, what
Might take yo' chain like Deebo
Back in the trap like Nino
Winner in the game, got a cheat code
I walk up with too many C notes
Forever my charm, ice on my arm
Your babymom, she wide open
I make her cum, she goin' dumb
I got them hunnids, they right on me
I'm in the drank too sleepy
Pussy too wet, got her leakin'
She a real eater
Robbin' dead people
[Verse 3: Cdot Honco]
Ever since all them labels on me, all the bitches and haters on me
You can jump at yo' risk, just know it ain't shit
To put all them lasers on heat
I just got me a eight, my bitch say she hate when I put all that drank up in me
I be higher than a bitch, if you tryna get dick
You'a forever be waitin' on me, ayy
My hoodie box logo Supreme
Up in my trunk got a carbon fifteen
I just put a kit in my truck
So when I stop, I'm smokin' the scene
My bitch gon' get what she want
We DT, just left the Celine
A nigga could try if he want
Really ain't gon' see shit but a beam
[Outro: Cdot Honcho]
Bitch
C-D-O-T, man
