Lyrics (465)-599-6753 - BBY KODIE

Yeah
Ha
Guess what
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Aye get at me
Aye
I'm on the top n*gga still coming up Knox N*gga
Still on the fucking watch n*gga
Countin' hunnids n*gga never plot n*gga
Still counting a bank rolls
Swerving off of I 10
Still tryina dodge all these estate hoes
B*tch hand me my phone so I can see when the bank close
Duh
If I feel good I might Dior tomorrow
Then Dior the next day then Dior the third
Bitch I'm in a topless coup
And some titties trying not swerve
This bitch is a bird
I'm talking like tree
Bitch all in my ear
I'm talking like bee
I'm tryna get in them titties, talking deep
Double d beat I mean that's a...
I mean let me see shit, tryna treat
B*tch you not mad I'm tryna beat
B*tch I need some top n*gga like a shelf
I don't need no ass b*tch not no seat
B*tch imma pass even though I cheat
I'm- I'm in a lab cooking up that heat
B*tch I'm in my bag nigga talking yeesh
I'm talking bread n*gga like that wheat
Her mouth on my dick, ain't talking teeth
They really want smoke, ain't talking Keef
My hand on my glock, ain't talking peace
But I got my hand on my piece, kapeesh?

Yeah, thank God I'm rich

Yeah
Thank God I'm rich
I just bought a brand new six
I just spent a bag on these ricks
I just made a million I might quit
I just fucked this miracomi b*tch
All different colors type b*tch
And my wrist going all type of skits
And my chain doing all type of hits
And this range throwing all types of fits

I just- I just f*cked this miracomi b*tch
All different colors type b*tch
And my wrist going all type of skits
And my chain doing all type of hits
And this range throwing all types of fits