Bitch Nigga (Bonus Track)

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Lil Pablo Richies

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I hear you talkin' loud, but you ain't makin' moves
You frontin' for the gram, but you ain't payin' dues
Your pockets lookin' slim, while mine stayin' thick
You flexin' all your drip, but it's just a cheap trick
Nigga
You talkin' 'bout your drip, but it's all second-hand
I'm drippin' in finesse, you can't even understand
You're playin' dress-up, while I'm playin' for keeps
I'm in the major leagues, you're still playin' in the streets
Your words ain't worth a dime, they're just empty chatter
I'm climbin' up the ladder, you're stuck on the latter
You're just a small-time player, I'm runnin' the show
You're just a bitch nigga, and everybody knows
You claimin' you a baller, but you barely gettin' by
I'm stackin' up the paper, while you just tellin' lies (yeah)
Your girl in my DMs, she know who the real G
She see through your facade, she wanna roll with me
Yeah
I'm livin' lavish, while you livin' in a dream
You talkin' 'bout designer, but it's all just a scheme
I'm countin' up the bands, while you countin' sheep
You playin' dress-up, while I'm playin' for keeps
I'm in the penthouse suite, while you stuck in the trap
You talkin' big money, but it's all just cap
You claimin' you the plug, but you ain't got no juice
I'm runnin' up the numbers, while you makin' excuses
I got racks on racks, while you beggin' for change
You talkin' 'bout loyalty, but you actin' strange
You frontin' for the 'gram, but you ain't got no clout (Yeah)
I'm countin' up the commas, while you countin' me out
You talkin' 'bout your drip, but it's all just a drip-drop
I'm stackin' up the bands, while you watchin' from the tip-top
You frontin' for the 'gram, but you ain't got no stacks
I'm livin' like a king, while you livin' in the cracks
You claimin' you the man, but you just a little boy
I'm makin' power moves, while you playin' with toys
Your girl in my DMs, she know who the boss
She seein' through your lies, she wanna feel my sauce
I'm rockin' all designer, while you rockin' hand-me-downs
You talkin' 'bout your jewels, but they just plastic crowns
You frontin' for the 'gram, but you ain't got no clout
I'm livin' like a king, while you livin' in doubt
I'm drippin' in the sauce, while you drownin' in the fake
You talkin' all that trash, but you just a little snake
Your girl in my DMs, she know who the real boss
She seein' through your lies, she wanna feel my gloss
You flashin' all that cash, but it's borrowed for show
I'm stackin' up my wealth, while you're playin' the role
Your girl in my inbox, she knows where she stands
She's tired of your lies, she's craving real plans
You talkin bout' all that noise, but you ain't got no game
I'm sailin' on success, while you're stuck in the same
Your girl on my line, she wantin' for the thrill
She's lookin' for a captain, not someone to chill
Nigga

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