Keisha Capri - Gettin' Richer (feat. RND Officially) Lyrics

Ah Ah Ok
Ah Ah Ok
Ah Ah Ok Yeah Yeah

I throw money in the club
To watch you bounce it
Yeah I popped out with my ******* and we bouncing

Everything that I got on
Designer count it *******
Think they can keep up

With me I doubt it
Tell her pull up on me if she think she bout it

I will take off with yo *****
No remorse ***** check the score time to get that *****
Yeah I left cause you a bore

And yo baby mama always
On that ****, I'ma put out
On a hit she don't want that smoke Please show her the door, wig up on the floor

Leave the beat in flames
Yo ***** lame I don't want
The fame I just want the game

I just want the money
I just want the guap
I just want the top

Sloppy sloppy coming down
My throat lemme drive
The boat **** all down
My throat can you see my flow

I beat up the beat
See no one but me
I'm just honestly tryna
To get that cheese

I'm just tryna feel my heart
Cold as steal pour me up a shot
I just want the guap
I just took yo lil thot

1 2 3 we be passing ******
Give a **** about ya feelings
We be trashing ******

Always have my way
We gassing ******
The grind don't stop here
We gettin' richer

1 2 3 we be passing ******
Give a f*ck about ya feelings
We be trashing ******

Always have my way
We gassing ******
The grind don't stop here
We gettin' richer

I throw money in the club to Watch you pop it
What be bouncing?
Not this check cause

I'm financially poppin'
Got ******* running me ****
Cause I'm that ***** I'm that Bossy

Hating *** ****** they off in the Back
They ain't got no cash you know That they salty

(Ay $piiff, they tryna tell me you Ain't got the aim with the money They tryna compete)
(Oh yea?)

Aight, I'ma bet the lil ***** a Hundred if he think he can Throw 'em up higher than me

You can call me Dwayne
By the way I be jumping
You'd think that I'm apart of the Heat

2 ******* they begging me
So let me get brodie
He getting a piece ***** (*****!)

Aye ****** can't get like this (Hey)
Plain Jane all on the wrist (Hey)
She love me but that's ya (*****)
(*****)
She sucking all on my whoa

If I get a problem, kick her to the door
****** getting guap, real ***** know

You don't want no smoke
And I ain't talking weed
But I got that **** that
Make ya ***** choke (Aye)

They know who it be
When I walk in the
Building ****** mad cause
I'm running up millions

******* all up on me
******* wanna suck me
Cause they know that
****** making a killing

You ain't about business
That's why you ain't
Getting money cause you
All in ya feelings

My ***** I'm chilling
Ya main ***** all on me
Cause she know I'm the realest

1 2 3 we be passing ******
Give a **** about ya feelings
We be trashing ******

Always have my way
We gassing ******
The grind don't stop here
We gettin' richer

1 2 3 we be passing *******
Don't give two ***** about ya
Feelings we be trashing *******

We chasing a check
Ain't checking for ****
And we don't be gashing *******

We getting that backend
We all in our bag lil *****
We gettin' richer