224 ft. Rich 4ign Lyrics

Man I’m moving like I’m Pac above the rim

And I’m ballin’ like I’m Kyle Waston, like I’m in and out the gym

Man I took so many losses, had to take it on the chin

And this world don’t care about you, you either sink or you gone swim

Yea, and I’ll be damned if I drown

She just want somebody around, but I ain’t got that type of time

She got another n***a in mind, and to be honest man that’s fine

Cause at the end of the day, man I know that she ain’t mine

Aye, and I ain’t saying I’m Einstein

But when I put 2 and 2 together man I get 4 every time

Aye, and I ain’t saying I’m Einstein

But when I put 2 and 2 together man I get 4 every time

All the racks I spend in Saks, they think I’m doing fraud

Yellow track hawk, got em’ screaming ohh my God

Fuego, that’s my n***a we like two peas in a pod

Yea we did it, ain’t get caught cause we moving like the mob

Mike Amiri drippin and I’m smellin like a pack

I’m runnin’ through the sack, but you know I get it back

Ya mans talkin crazy, better get that boy intact

Fore’ my shooter go crazy, and them hollows hit his back

I ain’t goin to the club less they pay me

I don’t fuck with n***as cause they shady

Fucked a n***a bitch now he hate me

I can’t let em’ kill me cause I’m wavy

I can’t let em’ kill me cause I’m wavy

Man I’m moving like I’m Pac above the rim

And I’m ballin’ like I’m Kyle Waston, like I’m in and out the gym

Man I took so many losses, had to take it on the chin

And this world don’t care about you, you either sink or you gone swim

Yea, and I’ll be damned if I drown

She just want somebody around, but I ain’t got that type of time

She got another n***a in mind, and to be honest man that’s fine

Cause at the end of the day, man I know that she ain’t mine

Aye, and I ain’t saying I’m Einstein

But when I put 2 and 2 together man I get 4 every time

Aye, and I ain’t saying I’m Einstein

But when I put 2 and 2 together man I get 4 every time

Need every nickel, every dime but you can keep your 15 cents

Got yo bitch ridin’ shotgun, can’t see her behind the tint

We on the road to fuckin riches, and I got her on a mission

And when we get that bag in she not gone ever ever split it

Cause you a lame n***a, I’m the type that can’t be tamed

She seen the bigger picture when I knocked it out the frame

And I don’t do no talkin’, cause she see just how I’m walkin’

I ain’t got to spit no game, cause she know that I ain’t lame

Man I’m moving like I’m Pac above the rim

And I’m ballin’ like I’m Kyle Waston, like I’m in and out the gym

Man I took so many losses, had to take it on the chin

And this world don’t care about you, you either sink or you gone swim

Yea, and I’ll be damned if I drown

She just want somebody around, but I ain’t got that type of time

She got another n***a in mind, and to be honest man that’s fine

Cause at the end of the day, man I know that she ain’t mine