Lyrics

Yeah Whoa oh Yeah Aye Pull up on me at the dice game, she can hold my money Let's do Fleming's don't get dressed girl, we can both go bummy She know I fuck on these hoes, but they can't get nothin' from me Not the love I give to you, no no no no Yeah, I keep it real with you baby Fingers and thumbs I like to feel on you baby, yeah Eat it 'til you cum you like a meal lil baby You got that water who gon' spill it lil baby Shit I'm a rich nigga from the slums yeah yeah I was deep down but I always kept a gun yeah yeah Hit the hood store still give change to the bums yeah yeah The streets don't love you when you make it where we from yeah yeah Got the whole city proud of me yeah Gotta keep my lil' niggas close they like my prodigies yeah Gotta watch my back up in these streets can't let 'em body me yeah Niggas hatin' hoes want relations they be watchin' me yeah Might have to fuck a nigga bitch, whoa whoa Ruth's Chris with a styrofoam cup, whoa whoa Shopping won't put out my blunt, whoa whoa Sippin' champagne in Chanel ooh I'm fancy yeah All VVS on neck and wrist that shit be dancin' whoa First I was broke and now I'm rich it feel amazing Just sent my momma overseas it felt amazing yeah My lil woadie just hit 15 that nigga up oh yeah My lil nigga bought a food truck I'm proud as fuck yeah yeah Bitch we grindin' til all my niggas slidin' foreign (skrt skrt) Bitch we slidin' we took the choppas all on tour and shit Finna buy my momma that house with marble floors and shit Since I got rich hoes suck my dick let me record the shit Mo' money mean mo' problems I pray everyday Baller barely I'm eatin' good I'm a heavyweight 'Member I couldn't pay my tags I had paper plates Now I valet and leave it runnin' when I go on dates, yeah We went from guts to glory Got it out the mud it's such a beautiful story, yeah Ain't need nobody to come do nothin' for me I had to grind for this So this my time for this, yeah yeah yeah