RichDaPitt - OnlyScams

Money over love, that's my only motto
Piping shorty like I'm tryna hit the lotto
On the road to riches, hoping I don't hit a pothole
Cause I really spent a fortune on these forgiatos
From a block where they keep pistols tucked inside the peacoat
They might shoot you for some visuals and call it B-Roll
I remember sitting in the back of momma's Probe
Was playing Jeezy, feeling like we used to tour the globe Okay,
Fortunate for me I had a pot to piss in
Nowadays I'm counting binges in my momma kitchen
Till I hit the negative and then I got to tripping
Started not to give a shake about an honest living
Thinking what's it really to do
Contemplating rip the city anew
Thought about doing it BIG running the registers yelling out, gimme the loot
Started looking at my role models like dog I wanna be litty as you,
It's kinda hard when your city a zoo
My stomach bottomless as Winnie the Pooh damn

I'm yelling cash rule everything around me
Cream, get the money, dollar, dollar, bill y'all okay
Product of the city where they found me
Please, for some money, I'll mess around and kill y'all
20s, 50s, 100s, I'm addicted to money

Met a chick that got her OnlyFans account
Guarantee she change your life if 50 bands come out
Guarantee she hit the streets when all them bands run out
You ain't got it, she gon' go see what your man's about

She about that action
But to me, you only a distraction

Got no time to mingle
And you wonder why I purposely been living single
Might go back to stringing women like I'm Doflamingo
I'm getting tired of chicks
That don't possess a 9 to 5 That's always claiming that they self-driven
But always need a ride
And not to mention her phone always on 5 percent
Looking for ballers just to stay at home and ride the bench
Looking for affection, then I'm requesting at least a roll
Counting blues while I listen to 6lack over Keisha Cole
You gotta come and match on the pack of this Cheech and Chong
If you want your soul snatched in the back of this Kia Soul

I'm dealing cash rule everything around me
Cream, get the money dollar, dollar bill y'all, okay
Product of the city where they found me
Please, for some money, I'll mess around and kill y'all
20's, 50's, 100's, I'm addicted to money

20's, 50's, and 100's, I'm addicted to money
20's, 50's, and 100's, I'm addicted to money
20's, 50's, and 100's, I'm addicted to money
20's, 50's, and 100's, I'm addicted to money

Like cash, roll everything around me Cream, get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all, okay
Product of the city where they found me
Please for some money, I'll mess around and kill y'all

Written by:
Amir Sowell

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