Текст песни Too Rich - T'so

I could feel vibes
I don't fuck with you if you lie
I don't fuck with you if you ain't from where you say you from
My old jawn, 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 powers in my hands (Too)
Gotta lotta 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 childrens

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 your Ex's combined
Shot my shot cause your homegirl yeah she fine
She seen my DM like it was a sign
Pull up with quickness, I dip then we fly
You cannot play me I dare you to try
I said Bitch Ima hit, (bitch Ima hit)
But, "If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye"
Yeah bitch Ima 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 Ima ball 'til I'm too rich
Grindin' 'til I'm ballin' then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich
Grindin' 'til I'm ballin' then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich
Grindin' 'til I'm ballin' then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich
Grindin' 'til I'm ballin' then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich
Grindin' 'til I'm ballin' then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich
Grindin' 'til I'm ballin' then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich
Grindin' 'til I'm ballin' then Ima 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, I could see through you
My intentions pure like fruit juice
Don't make me put the muhfuckin' voodoo
Don't make me pull the muhfuckin' pins out
Don't make me load the grenade launcher
If I hate ya, I'll put a price on ya
If ya kill me the guilt gon' haunt ya
And I bet that you ain't got it on ya
All of ya 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
Twelve years ago, Momma's 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)