letra de i'm bouta get rich $ - drayco mccoy
[chorus]
and b-tch i got gold in my t–th plus the gold on my chest
i be pushin’ weight so you know i’ma flex
hoes see me screamin’, every girl tryna s-x
on my sh-t g, you know i’m the best
i been speed on the road to your b-tch
tryna diss me, i put holes in your chest
smokin’ the best, oh no i don’t stress
holdin’ my d-ck, i’m bouta get rich
[verse 1]
big dray, 3k on me like i’m andré
3 aks if you phonies tryna rob me
38 ways to get paid, i ain’t hungry
48 js to the brain, i ain’t okay
they can’t f-ck with me, i’m wonderin’ why they try to
i don’t want your b-tch but i’ll f-ck her if i don’t like you
i be stuntin’ b-tch, i’m so gorgeous i want a model
i be drunk as sh-t and still orderin’ all the bottles
wait, why they tryna ride like us
why they screamin’ f-ck the other side like us
wait, they ain’t high like us
they can try all they want but they not like us
maybe in a better world but i ain’t sh-t
so i drink hen till my head swirl, uh
gettin’ lit with your boo and my main b-tch
both lookin’ like ggn news weather girls
[pre-chorus]
and bruh you know i’m in my zone, i’m tryna f-ck a b-tch
high as f-ck, my phone on airplane mode, no interruptions
f-ck b-tches, get the money and keep a blunt lit
phone ringin’, girl don’t look at me just keep on suckin’
[chorus]
and b-tch i got gold in my t–th plus the gold on my chest
i be pushin’ weight so you know i’ma flex
hoes see me screamin’, every girl tryna s-x
on my sh-t g, you know i’m the best
i been speed on the road to your b-tch
tryna diss me, i put holes in your chest
smokin’ the best, oh no i don’t stress
holdin’ my d-ck, i’m bouta get rich
[verse 2]
and b-tch i’m high as f-ck
b-tch i’m live as f-ck
i just invited sl-ts
to come to l1ck my giant nuts
baby come f-ck with me, i be on ten
shorty tryna pop bean, shorty roll in
she wanna be wifey, she must be gon’
better top me before your bus leave hoe
wait, why they tryna act like them
why they on some and got the swag like them
wait, they exact like them
why these n-ggas wanna be, i’m so bad got d-mn
[?] give a f-ck about a n-gga
give a f-ck about your tape, i give a f-ck about your b-tch
i got a hard d-ck [?] from my godd-mn cinema
i’ma f-ck the world, p-rnhub, check it out
[pre-chorus]
and bruh you know i’m in my zone, i’m tryna f-ck a b-tch
high as f-ck, my phone on airplane mode, no interruptions
f-ck b-tches, get the money and keep a blunt lit
phone ringin’, girl don’t look at me just keep on suckin’
[chorus]
and b-tch i got gold…
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