Gettin' Richer (feat. RND Officially)

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Keisha Capri

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Ah Ah Ok
Ah Ah Ok
Ah Ah Ok Yeah Yeah
I throw money in the club
To watch you bounce it
Yeah I popped out with my Bitches and we bouncing
Everything that I got on
Designer count it bitches
Think they can keep up
With me I doubt it
Tell her pull up on me if she Think she bout it
I will take off with yo nigga
No remorse bitch check the score time to get that whore
Yeah I left cause you a bore
And yo baby mama always
On that shit I’ma put out
On a hit she don’t want that Smoke please show her the door Wig up on the floor
Leave the beat in flames
Yo nigg a lame I don’t want
The fame I just want the game
I just want the money
I just want the guap
I just want the top
Sloppy toppy coming down
My throat lemme drive
The boat dick all down
My throat can you see my flow
I beat up the beat
See no one but me
I’m just honestly tryna
To get that cheese
I’m just tryna feel my heart
Cold as steal pour me up a shot
I just want the guap
I just took yo lil thot
1 2 3 we be passing niggas
Give a f*ck about ya feelings
We be trashing niggas
Always have my way
We gassing niggas
The grind don’t stop here
We gettin’ richer
1 2 3 we be passing niggas
Give a f*ck about ya feelings
We be trashing niggas
Always have my way
We gassing niggas
The grind don’t stop here
We gettin’ richer
I throw money in the club to Watch you pop it
What be bouncing?
Not this check cause
I’m financially poppin’
Got 3 bitches running me neck
Cause I’m that nigga I’m that Bossy
Hating ass niggas they off in the Back
They ain’t got no cash you know That they salty
(Ay $piiff, they tryna tell me you Ain’t got the aim with the money They tryna compete)
(Oh yea?)
Aight, I’ma bet the lil nigga a Hundred if he think he can Throw ‘em up higher than me
You can call me Dwayne
By the way I be jumping
You’d think that I’m apart of the Heat
2 b*tches they begging me
So let me get brodie
He getting a piece bitch (BITCH!)
Aye niggas can’t get like this (Hey)
Plain Jane all on the wrist
(Hey)
She love me but that’s ya bitch
(Bitch)
She sucking all on my whoa
If I get a problem
Kick her to the door
Niggas getting guap
Real niggas know
You don’t want no smoke
And I ain’t talking weed
But I got that shit that
Make ya bitch choke (Aye)
They know who it be
When I walk in the
Building niggas mad cause
I’m running up millions
Bitches all up on me
Bitches wanna suck me
Cause they know that
Niggas making a killing
You ain’t about business
That’s why you ain’t
Getting money cause you
All in ya feelings
My nigga I’m chilling
Ya main bitch all on me
Cause she know I’m the realest
1 2 3 we be passing niggas
Give a f**k about ya feelings
We be trashing niggas
Always have my way
We gassing niggas
The grind don’t stop here
We gettin’ richer
1 2 3 we be passing bitches
Don’t give two fucks about ya
Feelings we be trashing bitches
We chasing a check
Ain’t checking for hoes
And we don’t be gashing bitches
We getting that backend
We all in our bag lil nigga
We gettin’ richer

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