Thats your girl she just hit me up on snapchat
Man he probably never even knew she had that
Make him sawdy wish he never sent the cash app
You can tell me and all my guys just pass that
I mean we passed that competition over lapped
Never lying to a bitch I'm spitting big facts
Aye she was choosing on me had to tell him relax
I got this gun on me Ill leave your body detached
Nowadays a lot of friends turning into enemies
I swear that I can see the tendencies
Solo dolo counting up my currency
Yeah I'm currently yeah in the lead
Going god speed gassed up never e
Got her flirting with me like its common curiosity
Yeah they taking shots they sending shots not hurting me
I'm a product of a lot of family emergencies
I swear to god that I done seen it all
To kill the pain I need tylenol
Feel like no one knows me not at all
Insecurities left me scared yeah
Hold up get back in my bag aye
Roll me up some grams aye
I need to relax yeah
I won't save a bitch because you know I won't go out sad
I got diamonds dancing on me and designer on my ass
Yeah counting all this cash living life too fast
I pray to god my soul to keep I hope that I don't crash
That's your girl she just hit me up on snapchat
Man he probably never even knew she had that
Make him sawdy wish he never sent the cash app
You can tell me and all my guys just pass that
I mean we passed that competition over lapped
Never lying to a bitch I'm spitting big facts
Aye she was choosing on me had to tell him relax
I got this gun on me Ill leave your body detached
I can't love that girl if she talking back
I'm the one that keep the racks and the packs
They choosing me and I ain't even hit my dance
Yeah they know I'm blowing strong smoking thrax
My ex mad cause I just won't hit her back
All this cash on me I can't give a second chance
You know me only thing I spit is big facts
S on the f*cking clutch means i'm going fast
I'm still in my bag you don't gotta ask
I ran it up off the floor yeah I did the dash
Them other rappers cool but their lyrics cap
Get them boys a cape because they super whack
The pounds came in a f*cking trash bag
Verified pressed up with a stamp
She give me face and I don't even gotta ask
Keep on playing with my name ill let this rocket blast
Plus I came in with the drip I got the splash splash
I like my women like my money like that fast fast
Finna smoke it to the face this ain't no puff pass
I said f*ck a fake friend and I got more cash
Rico Santino - Rich Talk Lyrics
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Thats your girl she just hit me up on snapchat
Man he probably never even knew she had that
Make him sawdy wish he never sent the cash app
You can tell me and all my guys just pass that
I mean we passed that competition over lapped
Never lying to a bitch I'm spitting big facts
Aye she was choosing on me had to tell him relax
I got this gun on me Ill leave your body detached
Nowadays a lot of friends turning into enemies
I swear that I can see the tendencies
Solo dolo counting up my currency
Yeah I'm currently yeah in the lead
Going god speed gassed up never e
Got her flirting with me like its common curiosity
Yeah they taking shots they sending shots not hurting me
I'm a product of a lot of family emergencies
I swear to god that I done seen it all
To kill the pain I need tylenol
Feel like no one knows me not at all
Insecurities left me scared yeah
Hold up get back in my bag aye
Roll me up some grams aye
I need to relax yeah
I won't save a bitch because you know I won't go out sad
I got diamonds dancing on me and designer on my ass
Yeah counting all this cash living life too fast
I pray to god my soul to keep I hope that I don't crash
That's your girl she just hit me up on snapchat
Man he probably never even knew she had that
Make him sawdy wish he never sent the cash app
You can tell me and all my guys just pass that
I mean we passed that competition over lapped
Never lying to a bitch I'm spitting big facts
Aye she was choosing on me had to tell him relax
I got this gun on me Ill leave your body detached
I can't love that girl if she talking back
I'm the one that keep the racks and the packs
They choosing me and I ain't even hit my dance
Yeah they know I'm blowing strong smoking thrax
My ex mad cause I just won't hit her back
All this cash on me I can't give a second chance
You know me only thing I spit is big facts
S on the f*cking clutch means i'm going fast
I'm still in my bag you don't gotta ask
I ran it up off the floor yeah I did the dash
Them other rappers cool but their lyrics cap
Get them boys a cape because they super whack
The pounds came in a f*cking trash bag
Verified pressed up with a stamp
She give me face and I don't even gotta ask
Keep on playing with my name ill let this rocket blast
Plus I came in with the drip I got the splash splash
I like my women like my money like that fast fast
Finna smoke it to the face this ain't no puff pass
I said f*ck a fake friend and I got more cash
Man he probably never even knew she had that
Make him sawdy wish he never sent the cash app
You can tell me and all my guys just pass that
I mean we passed that competition over lapped
Never lying to a bitch I'm spitting big facts
Aye she was choosing on me had to tell him relax
I got this gun on me Ill leave your body detached
Nowadays a lot of friends turning into enemies
I swear that I can see the tendencies
Solo dolo counting up my currency
Yeah I'm currently yeah in the lead
Going god speed gassed up never e
Got her flirting with me like its common curiosity
Yeah they taking shots they sending shots not hurting me
I'm a product of a lot of family emergencies
I swear to god that I done seen it all
To kill the pain I need tylenol
Feel like no one knows me not at all
Insecurities left me scared yeah
Hold up get back in my bag aye
Roll me up some grams aye
I need to relax yeah
I won't save a bitch because you know I won't go out sad
I got diamonds dancing on me and designer on my ass
Yeah counting all this cash living life too fast
I pray to god my soul to keep I hope that I don't crash
That's your girl she just hit me up on snapchat
Man he probably never even knew she had that
Make him sawdy wish he never sent the cash app
You can tell me and all my guys just pass that
I mean we passed that competition over lapped
Never lying to a bitch I'm spitting big facts
Aye she was choosing on me had to tell him relax
I got this gun on me Ill leave your body detached
I can't love that girl if she talking back
I'm the one that keep the racks and the packs
They choosing me and I ain't even hit my dance
Yeah they know I'm blowing strong smoking thrax
My ex mad cause I just won't hit her back
All this cash on me I can't give a second chance
You know me only thing I spit is big facts
S on the f*cking clutch means i'm going fast
I'm still in my bag you don't gotta ask
I ran it up off the floor yeah I did the dash
Them other rappers cool but their lyrics cap
Get them boys a cape because they super whack
The pounds came in a f*cking trash bag
Verified pressed up with a stamp
She give me face and I don't even gotta ask
Keep on playing with my name ill let this rocket blast
Plus I came in with the drip I got the splash splash
I like my women like my money like that fast fast
Finna smoke it to the face this ain't no puff pass
I said f*ck a fake friend and I got more cash
Writer: Rico Quinones
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