Rich - Rover Lyrics

Devil and a angel on my shoulder
Move a lot of weight like a boulder
Team coming up taking over
I got model bitches in the Rover

They call me a king I'm a cobra
If they got a drought in the desert I'm a solider
Three fifty-seven what I got inside my holster
I got all these bitches trying to put me on a poster

Cruising with my homies roller coasting
Smelling like the weed I've been smoking
I got plenty of bitches I've been ghosting
I still like the pictures they be posting
Diamonds on my neck and they so sick
I ran up the check got it so quick
When I f*cked your bitch took the whole dick
Looking at your team that's a whole lick

Rocking that designer we be decked out
Your bitch hit my line when she stressed out
Shout out all my homies we the best out
Keep my circle small leave the rest out
Bitch get off my dick get your own clout
I been moving cookies like a girl scout
Young U.P.S. with the post route
I don't give a f*ck what you think that you know about

Bitch
I'm just getting money getting rich