ToneDaUzual - Rich Off Snapchat

I just get up on a beat, I speak facts like no rap Bitch, I'm only talkin' facts, I'm in that scat, I go fast
I got rich off Snapchat, I ran it up, my pocket's fat
keep a rack inside my pocket, I got more inside my bag I got more inside the safe, ToneDaUzual he keep a K
On the road, I get that bank, niggas mad, I take they bae
Box that work, I feel like Tank, to the top, I'm on the way
Take a bitch to get some steak, after that, she give me cake
she want that Christian n Dior, fuck a date, we in the store
She gon' pull up with her friends, they go crazy at my show
She made me get up in the Benz, she go crazy with that throat
No cap, that bitch a goat, she give me that super soak
This shit easy, it's from the head, I don't write, don't need no pen
they get views, but get no bread, how the fuck is you the man
Like what more can I say, on the field I catch a play
get that pack from out of state,
I take a bitch on vacay
I take a bitch to overseas, she wanna be my baby
She please me, she on her knees, I'm lovin' it like Micky D's
I get paid off off the work, I get money, I rap on beats
Man, she love to get undressed, she get freaky up in the suite
She wear that Louis and Celine, my double cup is turning pink
I crash out expensive sleep, I wake up and get that green
Like a baker, I get that bread, niggas hatin' they all my fans
Ride around that UFO, stripper bitch, she keep that pole, huh

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Tone Uzual

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