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marlodamartian, rashid scales - nasty lyrics

[hook: rashid scales]
richard porter call me mitch
you can’t tell it, but i’m rich
20 thousand on a chain
i spent like 10 just on my fit
i don’t got to send the shots
i send the goons to get you hit
every day i’m celebrating, turning up i got it lit
this ain’t gucci this giuseppe
please just watch where you be stepping
line the towers up and knock them down ain’t talking nine eleven
push a b+tton, now the roof is missing i can see the heavens
six figures was too easy now i’m tryna make it seven

[bridge: rashid scales]
get on a roll i got the money exposed
i’m going up like the score
i don’t know nothing bout be ungrateful
cause without a bed got to sleep on the floor
it’s getting cold all of that mumble rapping
and the lying it’s getting too old
they told me i couldn’t and then
i just did it but they couldn’t do it
they selling they soul

[verse 1]
hold up wait i get money
i can throw it in they face
skating laps around the competition
check my figure eight
i’m from atlanta not new york
so we don’t do the harlem shake
i been grinding all my life for this
so i can’t take a break
ima go get it, know how i’m playing my role
i’m just saying it’s making a difference
they tell me i got it i’m throwing the money
it’s coming right back like that thing is a frisbee
i know how to get it, know how to do it
i ain’t never ever got to prove it
they tell me i got it i got to get money
so i just go chase it i had to pursue it
i’m getting money i stay with the cash
been in my duffel i’m all in my bag
rags to riches i got me the riches
i made me enough, so i put down the rags
when i go shopping, don’t look at the tag
never slow down i been hitting the gas
all of my cars got a v8 in it
so when i go drive it it’s going too fast
[hook: rashid scales]
richard porter call me mitch
you can’t tell it but i’m rich
20 thousand on a chain
i spent like 10 just on my fit
i don’t got to send the shots
i send the goons to get you hit
every day i’m celebrating turning up i got it lit
this ain’t gucci this gisepi
pease just watch where you be stepping
line the towers up and knock them down ain’t talking nine eleven
push a b+tton now the roof is missing i can see the heavens
six figures was too easy now i’m tryna make it seven

[bridge: rashid scales]
get on a roll i got the money exposed
i’m going up like the score
i don’t know nothing bout be ungrateful
cause without a bed got to sleep on the floor
it’s getting cold all of that mumble rapping and
the lying it’s getting too old
they told me i couldn’t and then i just did it
but they couldn’t do it they selling they soul

[verse 2]
i pop out just when i can i got sticks
let’s start a band, make it nasty for me
baby she gone be my only fan
seven figures need a million
i ain’t talking no advance
stripper money but these hundreds
see these bands can make you dance
calling it jinga we play with the bricks
i just be chilling i’m not in the mix
shooting a shot now we stirring the pot
with the same kind of motion it’s all in the wrist
used to be broke now i stack up the cheddar
price on his head now i got a vendetta
i just be playing on beats they be taking it serious
so tell me who really rap better
[hook: rashid scales]
richard porter call me mitch
you can’t tell it but i’m rich
20 thousand on a chain
i spent like 10 just on my fit
i don’t got to send the shots
i send the goons to get you hit
every day i’m celebrating turning up i got it lit
aye

- marlodamartian rashid scales lyrics

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