When I was poor
I was MF rich
Kept a secret ur girl on my dick
I won't tell
She just want me to lick
Ain't gon front
I could hit it and dip
You be stressed
You don't even know why
Mad at her
Made her Cut all her ties
Kill her for fun
She greedy fly
She your girl
But she my ride or die
Up to 20
Ain't really have shit
Shit I did
Was the start of god's gift
Open up
Her jeans I just ripped
Distressed
So I gave her sip
Roman noodles
I make it look boogie
Said babygirl
You just do something to me
I can't sleep
So I rub on her booty
Finger slipped
(OUU)
Now I'm on her Coochie
When I was poor
I was MF rich
Kept a secret ur girl on my dick
I won't tell
She just want me to lick
Ain't gon front
I could hit it and dip
You be stressed
You don't even know why
Mad at her
Made her Cut all her ties
Kill her for fun
She greedy fly
She your girl
But she my ride or die
You rock designer I don't
It be cold
And I don't need no coat
Free promo
Friends don't promote
Couple niggas I had to demote
No money
And I'm still
Taking notes
No yeezys
Yeah that shit cut throat
You and your girl
Both got sore throats
But hers is from
These deep deep strokes
I had nothing
Now I got something
Can't compete
I started running
Rich niggas I started sunning
Cause that money
Don't mean nothing
I get paid on Friday
You do it too
But you huffing and puffing
My bank account
I am not touching
Habits you gotta
Start cutting
Who you really just showing off for
I got 5 dollars
And I'm still a hor
I steal ur girl
We don't go to the store
We spending your money
That shit hurt your core
I am respectful don't mean to be rude
She said she straight
Well I'm not a dude
Slide to the crib
When she not in the mood
She venting first
Oh what did he do
When I was poor
I was MF rich
Kept a secret ur girl on my dick
I won't tell
She just want me to lick
Ain't gon front
I could hit it and dip
You be stressed
You don't even know why
Mad at her
Made her Cut all her ties
Kill her for fun
She greedy fly
She your girl
But she my ride or die
That is your bitch
I swear you don't need her
You make her sick
I knock out the fever
She is your rider
Your passenger seater
I am broke
Like the way
That I treat her
Don't call her bitch
Call her mamas
I breed her
I borrow her
Need u to keeps ha
Come pick her up
Right after the feature
You baby sit
Follow procedure
I am the leader
Just follow the leader
My money long
Call me
A dealer
Don't even know
Why ur bitch
Think I'm healer
Snatch that soul
Thank god
I healed her
But honestly
Worried my account
Save save save
I don't want you around
When I am bored
Entertain all these clowns
Brooklyn New York
That's my hood not my town
When I was poor
I was MF rich
Kept a secret ur girl on my dick
I won't tell
She just want me to lick
Ain't gon front
I could hit it and dip
You be stressed
You don't even know why
Mad at her
Made her Cut all her ties
Kill her for fun
She greedy fly
She your girl
But she my ride or die
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English
When I was poor
I was MF rich
Kept a secret ur girl on my dick
I won't tell
She just want me to lick
Ain't gon front
I could hit it and dip
You be stressed
You don't even know why
Mad at her
Made her Cut all her ties
Kill her for fun
She greedy fly
She your girl
But she my ride or die
Up to 20
Ain't really have shit
Shit I did
Was the start of god's gift
Open up
Her jeans I just ripped
Distressed
So I gave her sip
Roman noodles
I make it look boogie
Said babygirl
You just do something to me
I can't sleep
So I rub on her booty
Finger slipped
(OUU)
Now I'm on her Coochie
When I was poor
I was MF rich
Kept a secret ur girl on my dick
I won't tell
She just want me to lick
Ain't gon front
I could hit it and dip
You be stressed
You don't even know why
Mad at her
Made her Cut all her ties
Kill her for fun
She greedy fly
She your girl
But she my ride or die
You rock designer I don't
It be cold
And I don't need no coat
Free promo
Friends don't promote
Couple niggas I had to demote
No money
And I'm still
Taking notes
No yeezys
Yeah that shit cut throat
You and your girl
Both got sore throats
But hers is from
These deep deep strokes
I had nothing
Now I got something
Can't compete
I started running
Rich niggas I started sunning
Cause that money
Don't mean nothing
I get paid on Friday
You do it too
But you huffing and puffing
My bank account
I am not touching
Habits you gotta
Start cutting
Who you really just showing off for
I got 5 dollars
And I'm still a hor
I steal ur girl
We don't go to the store
We spending your money
That shit hurt your core
I am respectful don't mean to be rude
She said she straight
Well I'm not a dude
Slide to the crib
When she not in the mood
She venting first
Oh what did he do
When I was poor
I was MF rich
Kept a secret ur girl on my dick
I won't tell
She just want me to lick
Ain't gon front
I could hit it and dip
You be stressed
You don't even know why
Mad at her
Made her Cut all her ties
Kill her for fun
She greedy fly
She your girl
But she my ride or die
That is your bitch
I swear you don't need her
You make her sick
I knock out the fever
She is your rider
Your passenger seater
I am broke
Like the way
That I treat her
Don't call her bitch
Call her mamas
I breed her
I borrow her
Need u to keeps ha
Come pick her up
Right after the feature
You baby sit
Follow procedure
I am the leader
Just follow the leader
My money long
Call me
A dealer
Don't even know
Why ur bitch
Think I'm healer
Snatch that soul
Thank god
I healed her
But honestly
Worried my account
Save save save
I don't want you around
When I am bored
Entertain all these clowns
Brooklyn New York
That's my hood not my town
When I was poor
I was MF rich
Kept a secret ur girl on my dick
I won't tell
She just want me to lick
Ain't gon front
I could hit it and dip
You be stressed
You don't even know why
Mad at her
Made her Cut all her ties
Kill her for fun
She greedy fly
She your girl
But she my ride or die
I was MF rich
Kept a secret ur girl on my dick
I won't tell
She just want me to lick
Ain't gon front
I could hit it and dip
You be stressed
You don't even know why
Mad at her
Made her Cut all her ties
Kill her for fun
She greedy fly
She your girl
But she my ride or die
Up to 20
Ain't really have shit
Shit I did
Was the start of god's gift
Open up
Her jeans I just ripped
Distressed
So I gave her sip
Roman noodles
I make it look boogie
Said babygirl
You just do something to me
I can't sleep
So I rub on her booty
Finger slipped
(OUU)
Now I'm on her Coochie
When I was poor
I was MF rich
Kept a secret ur girl on my dick
I won't tell
She just want me to lick
Ain't gon front
I could hit it and dip
You be stressed
You don't even know why
Mad at her
Made her Cut all her ties
Kill her for fun
She greedy fly
She your girl
But she my ride or die
You rock designer I don't
It be cold
And I don't need no coat
Free promo
Friends don't promote
Couple niggas I had to demote
No money
And I'm still
Taking notes
No yeezys
Yeah that shit cut throat
You and your girl
Both got sore throats
But hers is from
These deep deep strokes
I had nothing
Now I got something
Can't compete
I started running
Rich niggas I started sunning
Cause that money
Don't mean nothing
I get paid on Friday
You do it too
But you huffing and puffing
My bank account
I am not touching
Habits you gotta
Start cutting
Who you really just showing off for
I got 5 dollars
And I'm still a hor
I steal ur girl
We don't go to the store
We spending your money
That shit hurt your core
I am respectful don't mean to be rude
She said she straight
Well I'm not a dude
Slide to the crib
When she not in the mood
She venting first
Oh what did he do
When I was poor
I was MF rich
Kept a secret ur girl on my dick
I won't tell
She just want me to lick
Ain't gon front
I could hit it and dip
You be stressed
You don't even know why
Mad at her
Made her Cut all her ties
Kill her for fun
She greedy fly
She your girl
But she my ride or die
That is your bitch
I swear you don't need her
You make her sick
I knock out the fever
She is your rider
Your passenger seater
I am broke
Like the way
That I treat her
Don't call her bitch
Call her mamas
I breed her
I borrow her
Need u to keeps ha
Come pick her up
Right after the feature
You baby sit
Follow procedure
I am the leader
Just follow the leader
My money long
Call me
A dealer
Don't even know
Why ur bitch
Think I'm healer
Snatch that soul
Thank god
I healed her
But honestly
Worried my account
Save save save
I don't want you around
When I am bored
Entertain all these clowns
Brooklyn New York
That's my hood not my town
When I was poor
I was MF rich
Kept a secret ur girl on my dick
I won't tell
She just want me to lick
Ain't gon front
I could hit it and dip
You be stressed
You don't even know why
Mad at her
Made her Cut all her ties
Kill her for fun
She greedy fly
She your girl
But she my ride or die
Writer: Ayres Brathwaite
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid