Too Rich Lyrics

I could feel vibes

I don't fuck with you if you lie

I don't fuck with you if you ain't from where you say you from

My old jawn told me I'm an empath

I think that's kinda presumptuous

Tell ya mans, tell ya mans

I got fans, I got stans

I got plans to advance

And the powers in my hands (Too)

Gotta lotta gold all up in my mouth And I know, I got hella haters

Tell 'em walk it out (Rich)

I got love interests

Wall to wall, room full of them bitches

I got love interests

And they can't touch none of my riches

I got love interests

Wall to wall room, full of them bitches

I got love interests

And they all want T'so childrens

But the kid is not mine

Bitch you lucky you was getting my time

You know lil T'so ahead of his time

I got more sauce than your Ex's combined

Shot my shot cause your homegirl yeah she fine

She seen my DM like it was a sign

Pull up with quickness, I dip then we fly

You cannot play me I dare you to try

I said Bitch Ima hit, (bitch Ima hit)

but, "If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye"

Yeah bitch Ima say "peace"

Dick fit snug, pussy warmer than a fleece

He just mad cause I got cheese

Cookin' flickin' blades like I'm Bobby Flay, sheesh

Grindin' 'til I'm ballin'

Then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich

Grindin' 'til I'm ballin'

Then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich

Grindin' 'til I'm ballin'

Then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich

Grindin' 'til I'm ballin'

Then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich

Grindin' 'til I'm ballin'

Then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich

Grindin' 'til I'm ballin'

Then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich

Grindin' 'til I'm ballin'

Then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich

Grindin' 'til I'm ballin'

Then Ima ball 'til I'm too rich

And my people's too rich

And people's kids rich

Build a steeple from a brick

Worship these scriptures, King

Ain't no tellin' what tomorrow bring

I might rap and I might sing

Put me on a track, I'm the icing

White but I'm not a viking

Got a plan I'm devising, Bitch

I heard dollar might do you

Don't lie to me, 'cause I see through you

My intentions pure like fruit juice

Don't make me put the muhfuckin' voodoo

Don't make me pull the muhfuckin' pins out

Don't make me load the grenade launcher

If I hate ya, I'll put a price on ya

If ya kill me the guilt gon' haunt ya

And I bet that you ain't got it on ya

All of ya be sharin' one gun

And you stay hot like a sauna

You gon' disappear like Hoffa

I never lie, bitch I'm too honest

I could see the future

I got good karma

Twelve years ago, Momma's heart broken by my father

All throughout my life, heart broken by my momma

Cause many times she tried to leave us, suicide she wanna

But, pain is my armor

Pain made me stronger

Pain inflicted on ya

Then I'm gon' lie to your honor

(Rich)