lonely rich – let it hit lyrics
[hook]
you ain’t f-ck with me, oh
now all of these b-tches up on me, oh
big ol body gotta fix my tie
chain so bling you can see it in the night
imma rock we go all night
money in the crowd let em fantasize
[verse 1]
hit a n-gga with that brick
i’m so sl!ck, got my b-tch
feeling like a dough boy, move them bricks
back of the bando, with the extendo
poles like chapo, stended mags
keep my crew tight we don’t lack onna b-tch
can’t cap onna b-tch, i’ll p-ss on that b-tch
pop up lil n-gga let’s clash onna b-tch god d-mn
you the same lame n-ggas try to run up in the bando
dropped every single one really wasn’t planned, no
now we drinkin sauce, what a boss, look at my floss, oh yuh
look at my floss, oh yuh
high like kilimanjaro, oh yuh
you can’t match my sauce, no
you can’t match my sauce, no no
[hook]
you ain’t f-ck with me, oh
now all of these b-tches up on me, oh
big ol body gotta fix my tie
chain so bling you can see it in the night
imma rock we go all night
money in the crowd let em fantasize
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