Текст песни Matthew Stafford - T. Rich feat. Kid Smitty

I got too much heart
Bitch I do it large
If it ain't the moon
What you shooting for
All the fakes around me
Got me paranoid
Smell the fear right on you
Love the pheromones
Zero to one hundred quick
I'm Lamborghini Rich
All my niggas stayed the same
All these bitches came and went
I done seen a lot of shit
I hope they praying for the kid
It's been so fucked lately
Man I just need a win
Damn

I got these demons inside
I got a freak in the ride
I got a fourty
I got a clip
They just like peas in a pod
Lil bitch geekin me now
Foreal is you in or you out
Ain't no more teetorin round
The funniest thing that I ever heard
Is you said that I needed you ahhhh
I'm up
And now look at you now ahhh
On the road
My son need a lot
I ain't getting locked
Diamonds for
Every mile I walked
Dip it in the rocks
You dont want war
I'm the general
We ain't feeling ya
Peeled off on her
You aint chasing dreams
It ain't appealing ahhh

I got too much heart
Bitch I do it large
If it ain't the moon
What you shooting for
All the fakes around me
Got me paranoid
Smell the fear right on you
Love the pheromones
Zero to one hundred quick
I'm Lamborghini Rich
All my niggas stayed the same
All these bitches came and went
I done seen a lot of shit
I hope they praying for the kid
It's been so fucked lately
Man I just need a win
Damn

Yeah I'm on a roll
I'm gonna get it and go
T. Rich you already know
See that is my brother
You fuck with him
Or you put
Bread on his head
Then you bitches are toast
Never gon fold
Yes I'll be doing this
Until I'm old
The coldest of cold
Yet nobody knows
Nobody knows
But fuck it
I'm going for gold
Yeah can't nobody ever do it
Like I do it
Cause they don't
Work this hard
And you know my mother
Really proud
Cause she mother fuckin
Birthed a star
Aye
This the life we living
Fucking right I did it
Living out my visions
I'm in the trenches
And that is the difference
Between us
You bitches
Are riding the benches

I got too much heart
Bitch I do it large
If it ain't the moon
What you shooting for
All the fakes around me
Got me paranoid
Smell the fear right on you
Love the pheromones
Zero to one hundred quick
I'm Lamborghini Rich
All my niggas stayed the same
All these bitches came and went
I done seen a lot of shit
I hope they praying for the kid
It's been so fucked lately
Man I just need a win
Damn

Now I said I been gunning
For that number one and
You been sleeping
On the KID
For too long
If they want it
They know
Just where to come
Get the smoke
Cause bitch
I'm ready to go
I blow strong
Listen
I dont know enough
About you to hate you
But fuck
You getting on my nerves
When you the underdog
Aint nobody ever
Finna take you on your word
So you gotta prove em wrong
Aye
Then you gotta move along
Aye
Then you gotta be the
Realest mother fucker
To ever do it
And put your whole city on

I got too much heart
Bitch I do it large
If it ain't the moon
What you shooting for
All the fakes around me
Got me paranoid
Smell the fear right on you
Love the pheromones
Zero to one hundred quick
I'm Lamborghini Rich
All my niggas stayed the same
All these bitches came and went
I done seen a lot of shit
I hope they praying for the kid
It's been so fucked lately
Man I just need a win
Damn

Counted out
They been doubted me
Fast forward
The money counter
Love the
Sound of it
I can't point out
No one
No hand outs
I build this
Ground up
You owe me for that style
My nigga
Fuck paying homage
Run it
Told the world that I'm coming
Uh
They don't really wanna pop
At us
You brag a lot about drummin
Uh
Trubb aimin at your high hat
Huh
Baby mad that I left her
Huh
had to leave like Ebron
Huh
Beat down on em
Fourth quarter lead
With the team on my back
Ain't no turning back now

I got too much heart
Bitch I do it large
If it ain't the moon
What you shooting for
All the fakes around me
Got me paranoid
Smell the fear right on you
Love the pheromones
Zero to one hundred quick
I'm Lamborghini Rich
All my niggas stayed the same
All these bitches came and went
I done seen a lot of shit
I hope they praying for the kid
It's been so fucked lately
Man I just need a win
Damn

Counted out
They been doubted me
Fast forward
The money counter
Love the
Sound of it
I can't point out
No one
No hand outs
I build this
Ground up
You owe me for that style
My nigga
Fuck paying homage
Run it