Thinkin Rich

(álbum: The Gift 2 - 2018)

Hmm
Yeah man the FMB way man
That fast money way
Fast motherfucking money
We don't think the same
We don't talk the same
We don't walk the same nigga, huh, no
You thinking
Nigga I'm thinking
You thinking
Nigga I'm thinking, hey
Nigga I'm thinking rich
Nigga you thinking poor (Yeah)
I got up off my ass and I kicked out the door (Yeah)

I'm thinking Vettes (Vettes)
I'm thinking Porsche (Porsche)
I like them Lamborghinis, I fuck with the horse
We hit his block (Yeah), knock him off the porch
I told my bitch, "Roll up the window, put this bitch in sport"
You know I'm back at it (Back at it)
Bitch I got bad habits (Bad habits)
I like to live lavish (Yeah)
I'm never lit average (Naw)
I got M's stackin, F I make 'em stand backwards (Yeah)
Everything I spit be fire, I'm a real dragon
I ain't always get it
I ain't always have it
I couldn't always flip it
I couldn't always stash it
I drop out of school
I couldn't get my masters (Yeah)
Now we racing coupes tryna see which one's the fastest (Yeah)
If I point, he gon' shoot, we don't give no passes
If they get tipped, them bitches gone, we don't get back no glasses (They gone)
Your label's calling back to back, them bitches keep harassing (Leave me alone)
Once my foot got on the gas, bitch I started mashing
My bitch want her body done, my mama want an Aston (That Aston)
My little sis want a boutique and bitch I want Imagine (Imagine)
My side bitch want a baby but I can't chance it (Nah)
Can't have no baby by no slut, freak bitch dancing (Dancing)
My chain like a slut freak bitch, it keep dancing (It's magic)
I got my eyes on this freak bitch, she keep glancing (Yeah)
I got my eyes on niggas too, they keep looking (Ooh)
They try to black boy the kid but they keep booking (Ooh)
I told Scuba, "Keep dancing, they can keep shinin'" (Yeah)
We gon' get that big bag as long as we keep grinding (Grindin')
And we got them ARs with the monkey nuts
8 Ball brewing in his cell, waking his bunkie up
Young dog at the spot early, working the junkies up (Yeah)
Catch a nigga while he leaving church, we don't give a fuck (Naw)
Put the barrel in granny mouth or make him give it up
Nigga still might get shot when you give it up
Dead men can't say shit, tell 'em dig 'em up (Yeah)
We might spin around the block and watch 'em pick 'em up
These niggas claiming that they real but they ain't real as us (Naw)
Bitch I just threw my bag and I zipped it up (Yeah)

I'm thinking rich
Nigga you thinking poor
I got up off my ass and I kicked out the door
We hit his block, knock him off the porch
I told my bitch, "Roll up the window, put this bitch in sport"