Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (let's go) You can fuck 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not (boom, boom, boom) I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes (SethInTheKitchen) And when I leave they gone follow me out (let's go) When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes When I leave, they gon' follow me out Watch this (oh my god), fuck is these niggas talkin' about? I just created a lane and took over the motherfuckin' game and they soughted me out I just got 300K for a show during COVID-19, I'm still hot in the drought I'm on fire, nigga (okay, turn up), they tell you I ain't keep it real Just know that they lied, nigga, what she gone do? My bitch eat the dick like it's ribs I got the stick we gone see who gone live, house big as a bitch, my shit MTV cribs He asked for a feature but my shit ain't cheap, nigga better save up, I ain't givin' no deals I had to say this shit two times for all the broke boys in the back they act like they ain't hear me I put this bitch on the map, went and got all the platinum plaques, brought 'em back to the city She got a thang for me, she wanna pull out my dick, and go baby and give it a hickie Ain't been on a stage in a minute but still on TV everyday, nigga should've went Disney (What you say?) Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (go) You can fuck 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac (Tupac) When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes And when I leave they gon' follow me out (whoa) Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (come on) You can fuck 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes And when I leave they gon' follow me out It's up and it's stuck if you try me I gotta dub for the body I be surrounded with steppas Whole hundred thou' for the necklace Nothin' but dick for these bitches All of the blogs gettin' messy I'm passin' right now if you test me I'm layin' 'em down, get a stretcher (let's go) I was the one out the gate that told you that you gotta stay down for your blessin' I was the one took the trip to LA to go pick up the pounds, they was heavy Sittin' on 15Ms, I'm rich, I own my house and all 10 of my cars Tell a hatin' ass nigga, "Get the fuck off my dick" I don't wanna hear a hatin' nigga bumpin' my shit Turn my shit off and go play one of them other niggas Niggas who really ain't on that, who got a lil' money and ain't bring they brother with 'em From the city and can't even go back, got stepped on, that nigga a door mat Before they made Throwback Thursday, I was that nigga, go check the throwbacks Bitch nigga, it's Baby Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got You can fuck 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes And when I leave they gone follow me out (come on, come on) Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (ooh) You'll can 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac (Tupac) When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes, when I leave they gone follow me out Yeah nigga (yeah), I'm motherfuckin' different, nigga Ain't no nigga like me, nigga (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) It's gon' be a lotta niggas dead before the foolishness stop (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) We gon' introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugars and Glocks (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) It's gon' be a lotta niggas dead before the foolishness stop (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) We gon' introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugars and Glocks (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Turned the city to the city, now these niggas wanna hate (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Chargin' niggas ten thousand to take a pic with they bae, bitch (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, man, and you know, this shit come with a lot (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm acceptin' it all with open arms (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) See, me, when I prayed for this shit (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) You know, I told God I was willin' to accept whatever came with it (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm talkin' about whatever comes with it (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Let's go (yeah-yeah), let's go (yeah, yeah), let's go (yeah-yeah) More money, more problems we got

Shout out Mika, my bro Brr, mm Uh All them cold nights sitting in the trap Stacking for the spinner with the flikky on my lap Had to whip it with the mag to turn the whips to Digi Dash Got me flying OT and rags, just so I can flip a pack Young niggas living fast Gassed 'cah they did the dash White when I flick my ash Do a mazzaleen to bring my nigga back All them cold nights in the trap Why you think I'm in a mask? I've been to hell and back Seen hella cats, pushed hella crack Jack me? never that, I bet I'd make the semi slap, boom But if I jacked you darg then you won't get it back Need big whips now Teddy where the hemmies at Run up in spots like show me where the reddies at I'm going Trevor mad, black suit, Men in Black, I need a half a mil stat Looking like I push crack, like, Mike I'm a dad Five years from now, trap's loose, remember that Middle of December goin' mad, tryna fill a bag Remember being stuck on tag, remember doing push-ups in a dutty pad Always been money, mad, I've been jail two times for the love of bands I see them niggas getting gassed off a couple grand I've got some other plans, stack it up in rubber bands I do the milly rock on any block, nigga and the money dance So shout out my hitters in Spain and my killers in France I got drillers in the yard and I got hitters in the dam Know we tapped in with hitters when we land Only lions and gorillas in the gang, I got a milly in the plan But for now I'm putting Whitney in the pan Been a minute since I visited the fam But I'm really getting busy with the vision and the plan For all them long days in my cell, can't you see I've been to hell Must have been the karma for the things I sell Mee-Mee-Mee-Meekz Manny bet the name rings a bell, flippin' hell Free my niggas off the prison shell They're either trapping or robbing, but I just wish them well I seen them olders throw their dreams down the wishing well If you're hitting fiends on my block, then don't miss a sale Lost a couple homies, made me wanna hit the rails When Deezy died the block lost it So when them blockers lost Migs I could relate it's real shit Gotta make it out quick, show 'em how we live I need labels and cribs that's why I'm saving up quids It's got me blazing up spliffs with no cig' Could live fast and you can go quick Probably got to lose your homie just to notice, crazy how the time goes quick And when I'm on my grind I make the line go sick The amount of times I made a white, oh flip Had me out in Brinsford for my white, oh shit Pull up on your bitch and make her bag the whole brick Like, when I'm OT darg, I gotta stay focused Couple kitties ran off with some pennies, so we don't tick End up burning gaffs down, leaving them homeless Cah I'm round fiends with no teeth and bare smokers, semi-autos and revolvers Never show fear but show respect to my olders Can't stop, won't stop Grinding 'til the phone's off Tryna break a whole box Can't rest, won't rest Grinding 'til the phone's dead Tryna break a whole keg Came a long way from Heath court and all that Real niggas take that shit to the grave with 'em, can't steal my shine like Fabian