Hermie Herm - Rich Forever

Fuck fame tryna be rich forever
Twistin up weed just like propellers
Tryna turn into Rockefeller
Put a bad bitch upon the schedule
Baby don't get lost in the smoke
Got gas like Texaco
Get peso Mexico
All this I gotta go
Baby you fine you look like a dime I might make you mine
You not a dime together blind together we shine
Like this ink on the pad nigga like me puts it all on the line
I cannot let none of these bitches knock me off my grind

Car gotta Bomb
Drive this bitch like tron
I feel like a don
Ballin like Shawn
Break bread with my mom
Make a queen out a pawn
Got snakes in the lawn
Work from dusk to the dawn
Start my day with a blunt
Not to be too blunt
Kick shit like punt
2 Shots on the hunt
Die for it like a Martyr
Drip sauce like tartar
Yea, baby no barter
No ceiling like Carter

Fuck fame tryna be rich forever
Twistin up weed just like propellers
Tryna turn into Rockefeller
Put a bad bitch upon the schedule
Baby don't get lost in the smoke
Got gas like Texaco
Get peso Mexico
All this I gotta go
Baby you fine you look like a dime I might make you mine
You not a dime together blind together we shine
Like this ink on the pad nigga like me puts it all on the line
I cannot let none of these bitches knock me off my grind

Yea, Im going in
Like piercings in the nose
Little splash on the clothes
My heart on froze
My mind on stone
Cause I'm a stoner
That pussy ain't leased
Yea, I'm the owner
She told me it's mine
I don't think she lying
How the blind lead the blind
I can see all the signs
Knew you was gone change
And the shit ain't strange
Don't know my pain
OG kush strain
Protecting my life
With a gun and a knife
Codeine on the ice
Spiked my sprite
Taking off like a flight
Slam dunk like Mike
Cook a nigga like Gorden
Cook a nigga like rice

Fuck fame tryna be rich forever
Twistin up weed just like propellers
Tryna turn into Rockefeller
Put a bad bitch upon the schedule
Baby don't get lost in the smoke
Got gas like Texaco
Get peso Mexico
All this I gotta go
Fuck fame tryna be rich forever
Twistin up weed just like propellers
Tryna turn into Rockefeller
Put a bad bitch upon the schedule
Baby don't get lost in the smoke
Got gas like Texaco
Get peso Mexico
All this I gotta go
Baby you fine you look like a dime I might make you mine
You not a dime together blind together we shine
Like this ink on the pad nigga like me puts it all on the line
I cannot let any of these bitches knock me off my grind

Written by:
Herman Lucas

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