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Letter 2 a Rich Bitch Video (MV)




Performed By: That Guy Ty
Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Tyler Houska




That Guy Ty - Letter 2 a Rich Bitch Lyrics




I remember back when we would hold hands
I thought forever we would slow dance
Now It's to the point you wanna throw hands
So imma go and spend it on a pole dance

Imma spend it on a pole dance
I would rather spend it on a pole dance
Yeah, throw her extra just for no hands
Cause you killed my sense of romance

Oou!
Whatcha do to me, you do to me
I be on that foolery
Weigh you down in jewelry
Dress you up in Louie V
I can flex for you and me
Put ya feet in Louboutins
That shit was so cool to me

Cause back before I met ya I could hardly sauce myself up
You met me when I got my bread up is this a set up?
Really wasn't trippin f*cked me food and cooked me breakfast
Pop out solo dolo girl I swear we had the best trust

Then I got a whiff of a gold diggin' bitch
Out buyin' you a bag tryna sneak one real swift
Ya friends at the mall is this fishy or coincidence
They ain't in Givenchy fits so you not rollin with the richest bitches

I remember back when we would hold hands
I thought forever we would slow dance
Now It's to the point you wanna throw hands
So imma go and spend it on a pole dance

Imma spend it on a pole dance
I would rather spend it on a pole dance
Yeah, throw her extra just for no hands
Cause you killed my sense of romance

It ain't about materials cause really that's some hoe shit
If you gone rock with me show me you can get ya own shit,
Independent, goals big, talkin' Bey and Hov big
Put her ass on notice
Need a queen that go gets

She say I'm the devil because lovin' me is hell huh
Rather chill out with my dogs than watch you spend my checks love
I be in the studio ain't tryna read no text
Smoke up in the air yeah this me releasin' stress

I keep it so 'M E' no Talladega night shit
Deactivate your black card feel like you lost ya license
Dagger to the heart and I gave that shit a nice twist
Couldn't get to mine think that it might take an ice pick

I remember back when we would hold hands
I thought forever we would slow dance
Now It's to the point you wanna throw hands
So imma go and spend it on a pole dance

Imma spend it on a pole dance
I would rather spend it on a pole dance
Yeah, throw her extra just for no hands
Cause you killed my sense of romance
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I remember back when we would hold hands
I thought forever we would slow dance
Now It's to the point you wanna throw hands
So imma go and spend it on a pole dance

Imma spend it on a pole dance
I would rather spend it on a pole dance
Yeah, throw her extra just for no hands
Cause you killed my sense of romance

Oou!
Whatcha do to me, you do to me
I be on that foolery
Weigh you down in jewelry
Dress you up in Louie V
I can flex for you and me
Put ya feet in Louboutins
That shit was so cool to me

Cause back before I met ya I could hardly sauce myself up
You met me when I got my bread up is this a set up?
Really wasn't trippin f*cked me food and cooked me breakfast
Pop out solo dolo girl I swear we had the best trust

Then I got a whiff of a gold diggin' bitch
Out buyin' you a bag tryna sneak one real swift
Ya friends at the mall is this fishy or coincidence
They ain't in Givenchy fits so you not rollin with the richest bitches

I remember back when we would hold hands
I thought forever we would slow dance
Now It's to the point you wanna throw hands
So imma go and spend it on a pole dance

Imma spend it on a pole dance
I would rather spend it on a pole dance
Yeah, throw her extra just for no hands
Cause you killed my sense of romance

It ain't about materials cause really that's some hoe shit
If you gone rock with me show me you can get ya own shit,
Independent, goals big, talkin' Bey and Hov big
Put her ass on notice
Need a queen that go gets

She say I'm the devil because lovin' me is hell huh
Rather chill out with my dogs than watch you spend my checks love
I be in the studio ain't tryna read no text
Smoke up in the air yeah this me releasin' stress

I keep it so 'M E' no Talladega night shit
Deactivate your black card feel like you lost ya license
Dagger to the heart and I gave that shit a nice twist
Couldn't get to mine think that it might take an ice pick

I remember back when we would hold hands
I thought forever we would slow dance
Now It's to the point you wanna throw hands
So imma go and spend it on a pole dance

Imma spend it on a pole dance
I would rather spend it on a pole dance
Yeah, throw her extra just for no hands
Cause you killed my sense of romance
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Writer: Tyler Houska
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