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rich the kid - don't want her lyrics

[intro]
ya, i don’t want that b-tch cuz she garb’
ya, i just want her [?] faster

[hook]
shout out my new b-tch, she perfect
jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like kermit
flexin”, i’m makin’ ’em vomit
the rollie is water, it came out d-mn faster
i put a m in my closet
racks cannot fit in my wallet
the money is comin’, can’t stop it
i don’t want that b-tch ‘cuz she garbage
shout out my new b-tch, she perfect
jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like kermit
flexin”, i’m makin’ ’em vomit
the roli is water, it came out d-mn faster
i put a m in my closet
racks cannot fit in my wallet
the money is comin’, can’t stop it
i don’t want that b-tch ‘cuz she garbage
[verse 1]
i don’t want that b-tch ‘cuz she garbage
i’mma hit ya ho and then i give it back
married to the money, all these greens have a icy tag
“flexin’ on purpose”, then ya n-gg- had to sit back
money on my mind, i was thinkin’ ’bout a hundred right
[?] ice in my wrist watch
oh my mother, i won’t love her, can’t trust her
both rubbers on and face down, bust it
kissed a ho and i’m [?], she sick
your chain came out the more you bust it (whoop!)
call me the goat
too much lean, got a purple fo
i do with that b-tch, ‘cuz she garbage
f-cking ho’s, all the runway models
diamond’s water, like they came out d-mn faster
you was winnin’, had a soul, but you lost it
n-gg- they tryna be me
give a f-ck about a b-tch, roll your money up
i got a foreign, i just make her count it
all of my business don’t need no accountant
n-gg-s are the poor, f-ck these n-gg-s i ain’t tryna be cool
grow bad money, got bands like a fo’
i’mma count hundreds, i ain’t think about you

[verse 2]
keep on winning, got the face up
[?] with a back up
ain’t stressin’ on b-tch, i’m a player
f-cking all eve, i can’t buy you no help
cut her off with a scizor
countin’ money, get a spinner
n-gg- fall like the winner
came for the ball and gotta flex up
see a hundred, got a [?] keep callin’
current traps, just trippin’, i’m ballin’
take her home, i’mma f-ck to the molly
f-ck her ’round, with a hundred, it’s on me
wake up with [?] and old benjamins
change a check, yeah dat way
countin’ money, get a headache
rich forever, i’m in beverly
i was gonna had it clean, now i’m facing really
you can’t see, find no n-gg- that ain’t got a milli
you slapped me the ho, put your paypal
i’m on the way till i pick up the phone
shoutout my new b-tch, december she call
got a quarter milli, now i’m flexin’ you both

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