Keisha Capri - Gettin' Richer (feat. RND Officially)
Ah Ah Ok
Ah Ah Ok
Ah Ah Ok Yeah Yeah
I throw money in the club to watch you bounce it, Yeah I popped out with my ******* and we bouncing
Everything that I got on designer count, it ******* think they can keep up
With me I doubt it, tell her pull up on me if she think she bout it
I will take off with yo *****, no remorse ***** check the score time to get that ******, yeah I left cause you a bore
And yo baby mama always on that ****, I'ma put out on a hit, she don't want that smoke, please show her the door, wig up on the floor
Leave the beat in flames, yo ***** lame I don't want the fame, I just want the game
I just want the money, I just want the guap, I just want the top
Sloppy ***** coming down my throat, lemme drive the boat, **** all down my throat, can you see my flow?
I beat up the beat, see no one but me
I'm just honestly tryna, to get that cheese
I'm just tryna feel my heart, cold as steal pour me up a shot, I just want the guap, I just took yo lil thot
1 2 3 we be passing ******
Give a **** about ya feelings
We be trashing ******
Always have my way
We gassing ******
The grind don't stop here
We gettin' richer
1 2 3 we be passing ******
Give a **** about ya feelings
We be trashing ******
Always have my way
We gassing ******
The grind don't stop here
We gettin' richer
I throw money in the club to watch you pop it, What be bouncing? Not this check cause, I'm financially poppin'
Got 3 ******* running me neck, 'cause I'm that *****, I'm that bossy
Hating *** ****** they off in the back
They ain't got no cash, you know that they salty
(Ay $piiff, they tryna tell me you ain't got the aim with the money they tryna compete) (Oh yea?)
Aight, I'ma bet the lil ***** a hundred if he think he can throw 'em up higher than me
You can call me Dwayne by the way I be jumping, you'd think that I'm apart of the Heat (D-Wade)
2 ******* they begging me, so let me get brodie, he getting a piece *****
Aye ****** can't get like this (Hey)
Plain Jane all on the wrist (Hey)
She love me but that's ya ***** (*****)
She sucking all on my whoa
If I get a problem, kick her to the door
***** getting guap, real ****** know
You don't want no smoke, and I ain't talking weed, but I got that **** that make ya ***** choke (Aye)
They know who it be when I walk in the building, ****** mad cause I'm running up millions
******* all up on me, ******* wanna **** me, 'Cause they know that ****** making a killing (Huh)
You ain't about business, that's why you ain't getting money, 'cause you all in ya feelings
My ***** I'm chilling, ya main ***** all on me, 'Cause she know I'm the realest
1 2 3 we be passing *****
Give a *** about ya feelings
We be trashing ******
Always have my way
We gassing ******
The grind don't stop here
We gettin' richer
1 2 3 we be passing *******
Don't give two ***** about ya feelings we be trashing *******
We chasing a check, ain't checking for ****, and we don't be gashing *******
We getting that backend, we all in our bag lil *****, we gettin' richer
Written by:
Keisha Capri, Romel Cantrell
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