Real Boston Richey - Marathon Lyrics

Hey, what's up? Where we eatin'?
Benihana, Ruth Chris, steak, lobster?
Shit, I was thinkin' Wendy's (uh)
You need to boss your life up and turn on that new Boston
At least he know how to treat a bitch (known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe)
Hell naw, f*ck that trick-ass nigga (yeah)
You just a hatin'-ass nigga, broke, dusty, musty, crusty (uh, come on)
You just hatin' 'cause you don't serve more bags than him (I'm like, uh)

Bae, you too bad for you not to have no bag, hold on
Your nigga up? Why he ain't spend no cash? Uh
She pullin' up, walk out with shopping bags, yeah
Bae, I'm the realest nigga you never had
Ain't shit to spend no cash
Braggin' on that nigga, tell me what the f*ck he spent
I can go get ten bad bitches that'll tell you that I done spent
Niggas fake trickin', Richey Rich the real biggest trick
If I like a bitch, I ain't wastin' time, I go and bust her wrist
All the bad bitches want me
When you got that paper, it'll turn a bitch holy
You and your friends bad, buy you a Rollie, Rollie, Rollie
Why you braggin' on that nigga? Bae, that pussy-nigga owe me
Take my time with a bad bitch, I gotta f*ck her slowly
When I bust you down put a hashtag and say, "He froze me"
This trickin' shit go OD

Bae, you finer than a bitch, you nothin' like my last bitch
Catch a bad bitch and spend it on her, that shit a habit
We ain't runnin' out of paper, stupid bitch, we mad rich
Braggin' 'cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain't had shit
I'm too turnt to get her hair done
Type of nigga to give her 20K to buy a hair salon
Talkin' that rich shit, ain't bought shit, then he ain't havin' nothin'
Tell that nigga to buy you a Goyard bag if he havin' somethin'
Take a nigga bitch, runnin' laps with her like a marathon

Richey Rich a real bad-bitch snatcher
She poppin' shit on IG, that's the bitch I'm runnin' after
All these bitches want these racks, ain't a bitch that I can't capture
All these niggas ridin' waves, all these pussy-niggas cappers, uh
Bad bitch, you want a Rollie or a chain?
I f*cked the bitch good, I made the bitch throw up the gang
I'm really havin' M's, go tell your nigga stay in his lane

Bae, you finer than a bitch, you nothin' like my last bitch
Catch a bad bitch and spend it on her, that shit a habit
We ain't runnin' out of paper, stupid bitch, we mad rich
Braggin' 'cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain't had shit
I'm too turnt to get her hair done
Type of nigga to give her 20K to buy a hair salon
Talkin' that rich shit, ain't bought shit, then he ain't havin' nothin'
Tell that nigga to buy you a Goyard bag if he havin' somethin'
Take a nigga bitch, runnin' laps with her like a marathon