Richer ($$$) Lyrics

I thought that i told you that

These 100s and 50s, we fold em back

My pockets they big yea they boulder fat

That new AMG, yea we rode in that

I fuck that bitch up

The demons they coming to get you

Smoke that boy just like a swisher

I'm getting richer and richer

You hate on me, what's the issue?

I sip that drank not the liquor

Better pray to your god like a scripture

It's nothing but the worse that i wish you

And no we ain't going back

The good in me gone, yea we going bad

And no we ain't going back

The good in me gone, yea we going bad yeah

I'm getting richer

I'm getting richer

I'm getting richer

I'm getting richer

Say that boy slime so we wipe that boy nose

Just like i'm trippie, i'm toting the pole

That hoe a demon, she wanna take my soul

This bitch is out of control

I know some killers in clayco

And they walk round with that draco

Yea they gone do what i say so

Hit on your head nigga you better lay low yeah

I'm getting richer

I'm getting richer

I'm getting richer

I'm getting richer