Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (let's go)
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes (SethInTheKitchen)
When I leave they gon' follow me out (let's go)
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out, watch this (oh my God)
F*ck is these niggas talkin' about?
I just created a lane and took over the motherf*ckin' game and they soughted me out
I just got 300K for a show during COVID-19, I'm still hot in the drought
I'm on fire, nigga (okay, turn up), they tell you I ain't keep it real
Just know that they lied, nigga, what she gon' do? My bitch eat the dick like it's ribs
I got the stick, we gon' see who gon' live, house big as a bitch, my shit MTV cribs
He asked for a feature but my shit ain't cheap, nigga, better save up, I ain't givin' no deals
I had to say this shit two times for all the broke boys in the back that act like they ain't hear me
I put this bitch on the map, went and got all the platinum plaques, brought 'em back to the city
She got a thang for me, she wanna pull out my dick, and go, "Baby," and give it a hickey
Ain't been on a stage in a minute but still on TV everyday, nigga should've went Disney
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (go)
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac (2Pac)
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out (woo)
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (come on)
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out
It's up and it's stuck when you try me
I got a dub for the body
I be surrounded with steppas
Whole hunnid thou' for the necklace
Nothin' but dick for these bitches
All of the blogs gettin' messy
I'm passin' right now if you test me
I'm layin' 'em down, get a stretcher (let's go)
I was the one out the gate that told you that you gotta stay down for your blessin'
I was the one took the trip to LA to go pick up the pounds, they was heavy
Sittin' on 15 Ms, I'm rich, I own my house and all ten of my cars
Tell a hatin' ass nigga, "Get the f*ck off my dick"
I don't wanna hear a hatin' nigga bumpin' my shit
Turn my shit off and go play one of them other niggas
Them niggas who really ain't on that, who got a lil' money and ain't bring they brother with 'em
From the city and can't even go back, got stepped on, that nigga a door mat
Before they made Throwback Thursday, I was that nigga, go check the throwbacks
Bitch nigga, it's Baby
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out (come on, come on)
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (woo)
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac (2Pac)
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out
Yeah nigga, I'm motherf*ckin' different, nigga
It ain't no nigga like me, nigga
It's gon' be a lot of niggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop
We gon' introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugers and Glocks
It's gon' be a lot of niggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop
We gon' introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugers and Glocks
Turned the city to the city, now these niggas wan' hate
Chargin' niggas ten thousand to take a pic with they bae, bitch
Yeah man, and you know, this shit come with a lot
I'm acceptin' it all with open arms
See me when I prayed for this shit
You know I told God I was willin' to accept whatever came with it
I'm talkin' 'bout whatever come with it
Let's go, let's go, let's go
More money, more problems we got
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Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (let's go)
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes (SethInTheKitchen)
When I leave they gon' follow me out (let's go)
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out, watch this (oh my God)
F*ck is these niggas talkin' about?
I just created a lane and took over the motherf*ckin' game and they soughted me out
I just got 300K for a show during COVID-19, I'm still hot in the drought
I'm on fire, nigga (okay, turn up), they tell you I ain't keep it real
Just know that they lied, nigga, what she gon' do? My bitch eat the dick like it's ribs
I got the stick, we gon' see who gon' live, house big as a bitch, my shit MTV cribs
He asked for a feature but my shit ain't cheap, nigga, better save up, I ain't givin' no deals
I had to say this shit two times for all the broke boys in the back that act like they ain't hear me
I put this bitch on the map, went and got all the platinum plaques, brought 'em back to the city
She got a thang for me, she wanna pull out my dick, and go, "Baby," and give it a hickey
Ain't been on a stage in a minute but still on TV everyday, nigga should've went Disney
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (go)
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac (2Pac)
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out (woo)
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (come on)
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out
It's up and it's stuck when you try me
I got a dub for the body
I be surrounded with steppas
Whole hunnid thou' for the necklace
Nothin' but dick for these bitches
All of the blogs gettin' messy
I'm passin' right now if you test me
I'm layin' 'em down, get a stretcher (let's go)
I was the one out the gate that told you that you gotta stay down for your blessin'
I was the one took the trip to LA to go pick up the pounds, they was heavy
Sittin' on 15 Ms, I'm rich, I own my house and all ten of my cars
Tell a hatin' ass nigga, "Get the f*ck off my dick"
I don't wanna hear a hatin' nigga bumpin' my shit
Turn my shit off and go play one of them other niggas
Them niggas who really ain't on that, who got a lil' money and ain't bring they brother with 'em
From the city and can't even go back, got stepped on, that nigga a door mat
Before they made Throwback Thursday, I was that nigga, go check the throwbacks
Bitch nigga, it's Baby
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out (come on, come on)
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (woo)
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac (2Pac)
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out
Yeah nigga, I'm motherf*ckin' different, nigga
It ain't no nigga like me, nigga
It's gon' be a lot of niggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop
We gon' introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugers and Glocks
It's gon' be a lot of niggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop
We gon' introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugers and Glocks
Turned the city to the city, now these niggas wan' hate
Chargin' niggas ten thousand to take a pic with they bae, bitch
Yeah man, and you know, this shit come with a lot
I'm acceptin' it all with open arms
See me when I prayed for this shit
You know I told God I was willin' to accept whatever came with it
I'm talkin' 'bout whatever come with it
Let's go, let's go, let's go
More money, more problems we got
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes (SethInTheKitchen)
When I leave they gon' follow me out (let's go)
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out, watch this (oh my God)
F*ck is these niggas talkin' about?
I just created a lane and took over the motherf*ckin' game and they soughted me out
I just got 300K for a show during COVID-19, I'm still hot in the drought
I'm on fire, nigga (okay, turn up), they tell you I ain't keep it real
Just know that they lied, nigga, what she gon' do? My bitch eat the dick like it's ribs
I got the stick, we gon' see who gon' live, house big as a bitch, my shit MTV cribs
He asked for a feature but my shit ain't cheap, nigga, better save up, I ain't givin' no deals
I had to say this shit two times for all the broke boys in the back that act like they ain't hear me
I put this bitch on the map, went and got all the platinum plaques, brought 'em back to the city
She got a thang for me, she wanna pull out my dick, and go, "Baby," and give it a hickey
Ain't been on a stage in a minute but still on TV everyday, nigga should've went Disney
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (go)
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac (2Pac)
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out (woo)
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (come on)
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out
It's up and it's stuck when you try me
I got a dub for the body
I be surrounded with steppas
Whole hunnid thou' for the necklace
Nothin' but dick for these bitches
All of the blogs gettin' messy
I'm passin' right now if you test me
I'm layin' 'em down, get a stretcher (let's go)
I was the one out the gate that told you that you gotta stay down for your blessin'
I was the one took the trip to LA to go pick up the pounds, they was heavy
Sittin' on 15 Ms, I'm rich, I own my house and all ten of my cars
Tell a hatin' ass nigga, "Get the f*ck off my dick"
I don't wanna hear a hatin' nigga bumpin' my shit
Turn my shit off and go play one of them other niggas
Them niggas who really ain't on that, who got a lil' money and ain't bring they brother with 'em
From the city and can't even go back, got stepped on, that nigga a door mat
Before they made Throwback Thursday, I was that nigga, go check the throwbacks
Bitch nigga, it's Baby
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out (come on, come on)
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (woo)
You can f*ck 'round get yo' head bust for tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see Pac (2Pac)
When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave they gon' follow me out
Yeah nigga, I'm motherf*ckin' different, nigga
It ain't no nigga like me, nigga
It's gon' be a lot of niggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop
We gon' introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugers and Glocks
It's gon' be a lot of niggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop
We gon' introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugers and Glocks
Turned the city to the city, now these niggas wan' hate
Chargin' niggas ten thousand to take a pic with they bae, bitch
Yeah man, and you know, this shit come with a lot
I'm acceptin' it all with open arms
See me when I prayed for this shit
You know I told God I was willin' to accept whatever came with it
I'm talkin' 'bout whatever come with it
Let's go, let's go, let's go
More money, more problems we got
Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Seth Portaro
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.