Ihatejulian, Teddy Blow - Gettin Richer (Radio Edit)

I'm in my phone all day, not texting bitches
I'm getting richer, I try to paint it for you, you don't get the picture
Taking risks and I prosper
Trapping off the iPhone so I can feed you lobster
Two phones, but none's for bitches
I'm making money, minding my black owned business, I'm getting richer
Might fuck around and change my name to Richard
Spitting Bible verses but this ain't a scripture
Be careful of the niggas that's just hanging with ya, when it all goes down is they banging With ya?
Told myself don't chill this year, then I made a quarter mil this year, getting richer
From the ground up I built this here, know my hustlers feel this here, getting richer
King of the slow stroke, give you that dope dick, serve you like Dope Smoke
They tryna catch up to me but niggas is slow pokes
I'm laughing straight to the bank but this ain't no joke

Count up all these racks I'm losing track of this shit
Fuck my ex bitch she was distracting and shit
Don't you miss your blessing, I ain't acting and shit
Fine like fine wine, I'm tryna taste if it's lit
So much time, still ain't got time to double back on a bitch
She so fine let's just wine down can we go half on a kid
I done lost count how many times I said I love you and shit
And don't you ever give my love away, girl I want you

You don't know how to just be you
Don't tell me lies I can see through
Girl don't you ever trade up and give it away

Wake up let's have a quickie, in six minutes
I just made a thousand dollars, in six minutes
Hit the gym, run a mile, in six minutes
Bank account looking lovely, six digits
Let's travel the world baby, no pivot
The people staring at us like an exhibit
Expensive taste, exquisite
You leaving or staying? You better get with it

Count up all these racks I'm losing track of this shit
Fuck my ex bitch she was distracting and shit
Don't you miss your blessing, I ain't acting and shit
Fine like fine wine, I'm tryna taste if it's lit
So much time, still ain't got time to double back on a bitch
She so fine, lets just wine down, can we go half on a kid
I done lost count how many times I said I love you and shit
And don't you ever give my love away, girl I want you

You don't know how to just be you
Don't tell me lies I can see through
Girl don't you ever trade up and give it away

Written by:
Joey Little, Julian Hanlan

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