yaboysxint – really richh lyrics
[intro]
(1takewill)
[chorus: 1takewill & yaboysxint]
she wanna f+ck me just ‘cause i got money
i see ’em hatin’ and it’s sad
walk in neiman spend a bag
ch+ch+choppa on me, never lack
i could never go out sad
i’m doing business i hang with the birds
book in my arm like a nerd (yeah)
told her hit me up over snap
do not save no f+cking chats (b+tch)
how my dawg turn to a rat? i tell the truth, i don’t cap
i’m never lying i keep it a hunnid
count my bands in a dozen (dozen)
count my bands really quick
like kan i’m really rich (bands, bands, bands)
[post+chorus: 1takewill]
like how does he does it? (how?)
f+ckin’ this bad ass b+tch just ’cause i love it (oh yeah)
claimin’ you got all this cash, but i know you doesn’t
[verse: yaboysxint]
i+i+i+i i hit his head like a pigeon
and i’m on point with that prеcision
i show no love, i show no interest
what’s your namе? dude i forget it
i+i i’m forgetful, shawty ain’t that special
she ride it like a rental, too much on my schedule
this off my dome no pencil, erase his head like a pencil
tie up his b+tch like a pretzel, counting my guap, it’s a handful
she be lovin’ when i’m making her songs
and i be loving when she wearing that thong
bro sent packs through just like amazon, old news she an oxymoron
think i love her? she a moron (think i love her? she a moron)
[bridge: 1takewill]
that was 1takewill on this b+tch
we takin’ over 2022 on my mama bro
claim he got money, but i know he doesn’t
(1takewill)
[chorus: 1takewill & yaboysxint]
she wanna f+ck me just ‘cause i got money
i see ’em hatin’ and it’s sad
walk in neiman spend a bag
ch+ch+choppa on me, never lack
i could never go out sad
i’m doing business i hang with the birds
book in my arm like a nerd (yeah)
told her hit me up over snap
do not save no f+cking chats (b+tch)
how my dawg turn to a rat? i tell the truth, i don’t cap
i’m never lying i keep it a hunnid
count my bands in a dozen (dozen)
count my bands really quick
like kan i’m really rich (bands, bands, bands)
[post+chorus: 1takewill]
like how does he does it? (how?)
f+ckin’ this bad ass b+tch just ’cause i love it (oh yeah)
claimin’ you got all this cash, but i know you doesn’t
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