I swear that I'm claiming this shit
I'm claiming to gettin' this rich
I'm claiming to curvin' that lil bitch (Why)
Because she ain't about shit
I'm claiming my woahs gone ride
I'm claiming my homies won't die
My sister, my brother, my mother, my cousins
We just gone be going too live
May not be the hardest nigga alive
But I'm doing my shit
If I say it, I meant it, I rep it, I claim it, I might still be doing that shit
You niggas still worried 'bout rent
You niggas still claiming a set
You niggas still flexing for some hoes
Y'all swear that you live in a Ritz
These niggas ain't really legit
Where all of your money (It's spent)
Because these youngins ain't really about it
Straight pussy, some jits
I might have to crack her like Ritz
I might just pop up in the 6
I might just go dap up that nigga Drake
And tell him I'm getting this rich
I swear that I'm claiming this shit
I'm claiming to gettin' this rich
I'm claiming to curvin' that lil bitch (Why)
Because they ain't about shit
I'm claiming my woahs gone ride
I'm claiming my homies won't die
My sister, my brother, my mother, my cousins
We just gone be going too live
2020 Vision too clear, I might just go get me some cadier
I might put choppa to your head (Barber) like I'm cutting some hair.
My hittas would skin you like Nair, you know that they bang, Rick flair
It's like a hunnid hoes in the club, so dog I wish you would dare
I wish you would come over here, get stomped out, this shit just ain't fair
Niggas always wanna fight when they start sipping on that belair
F*ck it that luc belair, yeah that luc belair
Make another nigga grow up with no dad
Fresh Prince of bel-air
I swear that I'm claiming this shit
I'm claiming to gettin' this rich
I'm claiming to curvin' that lil bitch (Why)
Because she ain't about shit
I'm claiming my woahs gone ride
I'm claiming my homies won't die
My sister, my brother, my mother, my cousins
We just gone be going too live
I swear that I'm claiming this shit
I'm claiming to gettin' this rich
I'm claiming to curvin' that lil bitch (Why)
Because they ain't about shit
I'm claiming my woahs gone ride
I'm claiming my homies won't die
My sister, my brother, my mother, my cousins
We just gone be going too live
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I swear that I'm claiming this shit
I'm claiming to gettin' this rich
I'm claiming to curvin' that lil bitch (Why)
Because she ain't about shit
I'm claiming my woahs gone ride
I'm claiming my homies won't die
My sister, my brother, my mother, my cousins
We just gone be going too live
May not be the hardest nigga alive
But I'm doing my shit
If I say it, I meant it, I rep it, I claim it, I might still be doing that shit
You niggas still worried 'bout rent
You niggas still claiming a set
You niggas still flexing for some hoes
Y'all swear that you live in a Ritz
These niggas ain't really legit
Where all of your money (It's spent)
Because these youngins ain't really about it
Straight pussy, some jits
I might have to crack her like Ritz
I might just pop up in the 6
I might just go dap up that nigga Drake
And tell him I'm getting this rich
I swear that I'm claiming this shit
I'm claiming to gettin' this rich
I'm claiming to curvin' that lil bitch (Why)
Because they ain't about shit
I'm claiming my woahs gone ride
I'm claiming my homies won't die
My sister, my brother, my mother, my cousins
We just gone be going too live
2020 Vision too clear, I might just go get me some cadier
I might put choppa to your head (Barber) like I'm cutting some hair.
My hittas would skin you like Nair, you know that they bang, Rick flair
It's like a hunnid hoes in the club, so dog I wish you would dare
I wish you would come over here, get stomped out, this shit just ain't fair
Niggas always wanna fight when they start sipping on that belair
F*ck it that luc belair, yeah that luc belair
Make another nigga grow up with no dad
Fresh Prince of bel-air
I swear that I'm claiming this shit
I'm claiming to gettin' this rich
I'm claiming to curvin' that lil bitch (Why)
Because she ain't about shit
I'm claiming my woahs gone ride
I'm claiming my homies won't die
My sister, my brother, my mother, my cousins
We just gone be going too live
I swear that I'm claiming this shit
I'm claiming to gettin' this rich
I'm claiming to curvin' that lil bitch (Why)
Because they ain't about shit
I'm claiming my woahs gone ride
I'm claiming my homies won't die
My sister, my brother, my mother, my cousins
We just gone be going too live
I'm claiming to gettin' this rich
I'm claiming to curvin' that lil bitch (Why)
Because she ain't about shit
I'm claiming my woahs gone ride
I'm claiming my homies won't die
My sister, my brother, my mother, my cousins
We just gone be going too live
May not be the hardest nigga alive
But I'm doing my shit
If I say it, I meant it, I rep it, I claim it, I might still be doing that shit
You niggas still worried 'bout rent
You niggas still claiming a set
You niggas still flexing for some hoes
Y'all swear that you live in a Ritz
These niggas ain't really legit
Where all of your money (It's spent)
Because these youngins ain't really about it
Straight pussy, some jits
I might have to crack her like Ritz
I might just pop up in the 6
I might just go dap up that nigga Drake
And tell him I'm getting this rich
I swear that I'm claiming this shit
I'm claiming to gettin' this rich
I'm claiming to curvin' that lil bitch (Why)
Because they ain't about shit
I'm claiming my woahs gone ride
I'm claiming my homies won't die
My sister, my brother, my mother, my cousins
We just gone be going too live
2020 Vision too clear, I might just go get me some cadier
I might put choppa to your head (Barber) like I'm cutting some hair.
My hittas would skin you like Nair, you know that they bang, Rick flair
It's like a hunnid hoes in the club, so dog I wish you would dare
I wish you would come over here, get stomped out, this shit just ain't fair
Niggas always wanna fight when they start sipping on that belair
F*ck it that luc belair, yeah that luc belair
Make another nigga grow up with no dad
Fresh Prince of bel-air
I swear that I'm claiming this shit
I'm claiming to gettin' this rich
I'm claiming to curvin' that lil bitch (Why)
Because she ain't about shit
I'm claiming my woahs gone ride
I'm claiming my homies won't die
My sister, my brother, my mother, my cousins
We just gone be going too live
I swear that I'm claiming this shit
I'm claiming to gettin' this rich
I'm claiming to curvin' that lil bitch (Why)
Because they ain't about shit
I'm claiming my woahs gone ride
I'm claiming my homies won't die
My sister, my brother, my mother, my cousins
We just gone be going too live
Writer: Michael Moffett
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