You could be the bigger man, I'm still the richer man
Kapital bucket hat like fisherman, my wrist, it's Richard, man
They just hate while I get richer, man, do you get the picture, man? Ha
Rose gold AP Patek, promise you, this shit can get tragic
Niggas don't even want static, I don't be rappin', this shit just pay the bills
I know why they mad 'cause I hate rappin' and still made me a M
He say, "Lil' Wick, he a ho," but is you sure 'bout that?
Bet they won't talk 'bout the past now, they the ones comin' in last now
Lil' Wick, I'm a cash cow, and shout out to my nigga Cash Cow
She like my accent, she know I'm from the down south
My niggas play with the bricks like they tryna build a damn house
Niggas hate, but when the see Lil' Wick, they fanned out
You could be the bigger man, I'm still the richer man
Kapital bucket hat like fisherman, my wrist, it's Richard, man
They just hate while I get richer, man, do you get the picture, man? Ha
Rose gold AP Patek, promise you, this shit can get tragic
Niggas don't even want static, I don't be rappin', this shit just pay the bills
I know why they mad, 'cause I hate rappin' and still made me a M
You could be the bigger man, I'ma still be the richer man
Bucket hat like fisherman, look at my wrist, it's Richard, man
All of these niggas I'm richer than, niggas ain't countin' up dividends
Need to get out your feelings, nigga, you need to get out your feelings, ha
Need to get out your feelings, get in yo' bag, get out your feelings, ha
My niggas rich, that's why they wanna kill us
That's why I be movin' around with some killers
"How much you worth?" Bitch, I'm worth like two million
I just need like ninety-eight more then I'm chillin'
I just dropped the top on a coupe with a ceilin'
I get like two-hundred K every month, what a feelin'
That's like seven K every day, what a feelin'
You ain't got a million? Then why is you chillin', man? Ha
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings, ha
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings, ha
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings, ha
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You could be the bigger man, I'm still the richer man
Kapital bucket hat like fisherman, my wrist, it's Richard, man
They just hate while I get richer, man, do you get the picture, man? Ha
Rose gold AP Patek, promise you, this shit can get tragic
Niggas don't even want static, I don't be rappin', this shit just pay the bills
I know why they mad 'cause I hate rappin' and still made me a M
He say, "Lil' Wick, he a ho," but is you sure 'bout that?
Bet they won't talk 'bout the past now, they the ones comin' in last now
Lil' Wick, I'm a cash cow, and shout out to my nigga Cash Cow
She like my accent, she know I'm from the down south
My niggas play with the bricks like they tryna build a damn house
Niggas hate, but when the see Lil' Wick, they fanned out
You could be the bigger man, I'm still the richer man
Kapital bucket hat like fisherman, my wrist, it's Richard, man
They just hate while I get richer, man, do you get the picture, man? Ha
Rose gold AP Patek, promise you, this shit can get tragic
Niggas don't even want static, I don't be rappin', this shit just pay the bills
I know why they mad, 'cause I hate rappin' and still made me a M
You could be the bigger man, I'ma still be the richer man
Bucket hat like fisherman, look at my wrist, it's Richard, man
All of these niggas I'm richer than, niggas ain't countin' up dividends
Need to get out your feelings, nigga, you need to get out your feelings, ha
Need to get out your feelings, get in yo' bag, get out your feelings, ha
My niggas rich, that's why they wanna kill us
That's why I be movin' around with some killers
"How much you worth?" Bitch, I'm worth like two million
I just need like ninety-eight more then I'm chillin'
I just dropped the top on a coupe with a ceilin'
I get like two-hundred K every month, what a feelin'
That's like seven K every day, what a feelin'
You ain't got a million? Then why is you chillin', man? Ha
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings, ha
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings, ha
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings, ha
Kapital bucket hat like fisherman, my wrist, it's Richard, man
They just hate while I get richer, man, do you get the picture, man? Ha
Rose gold AP Patek, promise you, this shit can get tragic
Niggas don't even want static, I don't be rappin', this shit just pay the bills
I know why they mad 'cause I hate rappin' and still made me a M
He say, "Lil' Wick, he a ho," but is you sure 'bout that?
Bet they won't talk 'bout the past now, they the ones comin' in last now
Lil' Wick, I'm a cash cow, and shout out to my nigga Cash Cow
She like my accent, she know I'm from the down south
My niggas play with the bricks like they tryna build a damn house
Niggas hate, but when the see Lil' Wick, they fanned out
You could be the bigger man, I'm still the richer man
Kapital bucket hat like fisherman, my wrist, it's Richard, man
They just hate while I get richer, man, do you get the picture, man? Ha
Rose gold AP Patek, promise you, this shit can get tragic
Niggas don't even want static, I don't be rappin', this shit just pay the bills
I know why they mad, 'cause I hate rappin' and still made me a M
You could be the bigger man, I'ma still be the richer man
Bucket hat like fisherman, look at my wrist, it's Richard, man
All of these niggas I'm richer than, niggas ain't countin' up dividends
Need to get out your feelings, nigga, you need to get out your feelings, ha
Need to get out your feelings, get in yo' bag, get out your feelings, ha
My niggas rich, that's why they wanna kill us
That's why I be movin' around with some killers
"How much you worth?" Bitch, I'm worth like two million
I just need like ninety-eight more then I'm chillin'
I just dropped the top on a coupe with a ceilin'
I get like two-hundred K every month, what a feelin'
That's like seven K every day, what a feelin'
You ain't got a million? Then why is you chillin', man? Ha
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings, ha
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings, ha
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings
Get you some money, get out your feelings, ha
Writer: Benjamin Phillips
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Copyright: Lyrics © SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC