Coincidence

Lyrics

[Intro] (Marc Boomin, this you?) [Verse] This a church beat This a church beat Matter fact, play the first beat That nigga rolled down Keller, that's the worst street That's the wrong street, it's a one-way Nigga, we don't do no fightin', we 'bout gunplay Have you ever made a hundred thousand on a Sunday? I'm talkin' 'bout a hunnid K in cash, it was a one play Shoutout Lou Gram Bitch asked me for some molly, I got two grams That's a coincidence Baby, close your eyes, it's gon' pinch a bit Like how y'all throw the Act' pint out and didn't rinse the bitch? Every day I spend ten on clothes, I'm rich as shit Do you wanna fight a Chinese nigga that can kick and flip? Or can he kick a switch? You think you really got on drip with them big-ass Ricks? I need a .41 or better, I got a big-ass wrist Bitch hoppеd right in the car, pulled out her clitoris, this bitch ill as shit I got a bad bitch, wе finna go to Nobu Damn, I ain't know you 'oot coke too Lying to a rat bitch, something I won't do Like how you don't understand we fuckin'? I don't want you This a business proposition, I'll see you later C pulled up to the halfway house 'cause I needed a favor L threw a four over the fence, I needed an eighter Finna call a group meeting with all my hoes, I'm keeping it player Gotta hit Patton Moon, he keep me with flavor Is it an ounce of Act' left? I need it to savior Why can't you tell that I'm rich without me sayin' it? Bro told me take the rap serious, I just keep playin' 'Cause you ain't never made a quarter million in a weekend Tryna see if the bitch water cold, stuck my feet in it, it was kinda warm When you got half a million, all the bitches swarm, like some fruit flies They shot the nigga twenty times with a two-five Don't call me 'bout no city shit 'less Scoop died My niggas pulled up on me with some new fire He said, "This bitch got a silencer, tap it two times, it's a switch too" That's some quick silence shit, he gon' kill you Rio, you ain't never had shit, we know the real you But I see you got some shit and you still you Bud, Mike, Will here too, I'm with Phil too Or you can pour it in the smallest pop they make, it's still two Grab your ass, only time I feel you 'Cause all that other shit you talkin' bullshit, mildew I don't know how much money I made, Will do Bro said he needed me real quick, so I fell through Drop my black in the drank, it was stale too This bitch hit my cup, almost fell too Like, bitch, you know your pussy stink if we smell you Nigga, you couldn't do a week in the chute 'Member had to call bro 'cause I needed shoes He bought me somethin' for the video, let me keep 'em too Here go the picture right here if you need it In front of E crib, callin' Michael Kidd, we just need a deuce We was broke as hell Like, how the fuck y'all go broke when I go to jail? Now I'm rich as hell