Lyrics 10's Only - Rich Nanni

T T T T Tee Lay
Where you learn that nigga
Yeah, just me and my bitches, you cannot get in
Nah, if you is not a ten, you do not fit in

At all, you say you a shooter, why you ain't shoot then
Pussy, he talkin' bout he got them racks but he ain't spendin
Broke ass, his opps be on the block but he ain't spendin
He pulled up in a Benz but that shit not his

He postin' that he single, need to post them kids
I pull up in that fye and it's not rented
Pop your ass like the 4th of July, don't you try no shit
Play with us and you gon' die, I won't say it again

I don't need new friends, I cut off loose ends
I get money everyday, why would I need two cents
If Barbie rich as fuck, why would she need a Ken
If it ain't about a bag, I can't comprehend

It's in you, not on you, please take all offense
Postin' throwback money that you been spent
Bitches lose they mind tryna keep up
Same 24, you movin' slow, you need to speed up

I'm stompin' on they necks, that's tellin' you to pick your feet up
If she got a problem, then that hoe, she better speak up
Yeah, just me and my bitches, you cannot get in
Nah, if you is not a ten, you do not fit in

At all, you say you a shooter, why you ain't shoot then
Pussy, he talkin' bout he got them racks but he ain't spendin
Broke ass, his opps be on the block but he ain't spendin
He pulled up in a Benz but that shit not his

He postin' that he single, need to post them kids
I pull up in that fye and it's not rented
You gon' fuck around and slip, tryna steal the drip
With broke fuckin' with me, too much dip on that nigga chip

Fresh as hell, I'm always in that new-new like I fuck with tip
You'n own that shit, nigga, let me see the pink slip
Everything pretty, I might pull up in a pink whip
All these n****s tricks, got'em saved under backflip

E-e-e, askin' for a text back, still ain't get his shit back
We don't do no chit-chat like a barber, push your shit back
Just me and my bitches, you cannot get in
Nah, if you is not a ten, you do not fit in

You say you a shooter, why you ain't shoot then
He talkin' bout he got them racks, but he ain't spendin
His opps be on the block, but he ain't spinnin'
He pulled up in the Benz, but this shit not his

He postin' that he single, need to post them kids
I pull up in that fye, and it's not rented
It's not, I just added rapping to my resume, hoe
Eating you rap bitches up, Rich 9E, yeah

Yeah, post them kids
Yeah, you need to post them kids, bitch