ITS #HowiMetYourMother lyrics

[Intro]
(Azure)
Ayo, Ian

[Chorus]
She said "I ain't f*ckin' 'less you rich," woah
She told me with fake diamonds on her wrist, yeah
I think I got her f*ckin' with the kid
She 27, married, from the 6
Now hear me, I ain't f*ckin' 'less you rich, b*tch
Nah, I ain't gonna f*ck unless you different
Nah, I ain't stoppin' 'til my family livin'
They heard my music, told me I'm the sh*t
Yeah, I'm the sh*t, she be moving for a flick
How I met your mother
Tell me how yo' b*tch became my b*tch
If she got grills up in her mouth, diamonds dancin' on my di*k
And yesterday I met your spouse, said she got some new tits
Oh sh*t, I mean some new tints, for her BMW
No, you can't walk a mile in these Margiela shoes
All them know I'm the sh*t, hate to break it to you
It's just me and myself, that's my table for two

[Verse]
Most these b*tches two-faced, I read 'em like a ruby
Baby girl, let's make a movie then let's watch it, Blu-ray, uh
f*ck in your cousin's jacuzzi
And if anything, I'ma make you pay, touché (Touché)
Sol Jay gonna run his bag up, but he don't f*ck with that
I'll lie and say "I'm broke," just to show you I'm still f*ckin' that
And nah, I won't call you a ho, but a groupie 'cause I f*cked a fan
And I'll pass her to my bro, shoutout Voda, that's a double tap
I f*ck to the beat, bottoms up, Hennessy
Hit the moves like it's WWE
All my dogs is bad b*tches, not literally
I keep it 100, they 60 with me
I'm on my big boy sh*t, on my rich boy sh*t
On my f*ckboy sh*t for a ho that chase the sound
Ho that chasin' the clout
You paying me now, pay, b*tch
[Chorus]
She said "I ain't f*ckin' 'less you rich," woah (f*ck unless you rich)
She told me with fake diamonds on her wrist, yeah
I think I got her f*ckin' with the kid
She 27, married, from the 6
Now hear me, I ain't f*ckin' 'less you rich, b*tch (I ain't f*ckin' 'less you rich, b*tch)
Nah, I ain't gonna f*ck unless you different
Nah, I ain't stoppin' 'til my family livin'
They heard my music, told me I'm the sh*t (Yeah, I'm the sh*t)
Yeah, I'm the sh*t, she be moving for a flick
How I met your mother
Tell me how yo' b*tch became my b*tch
If she got grills up in her mouth, diamonds dancin' on my di*k
And yesterday I met your spouse, said she got some new tits
Oh sh*t, I mean some new tints, for her BMW
No, you can't walk a mile in these Margiela shoes
All them know I'm the sh*t, hate to break it to you
It's just me and myself, that's my table for two