Like A River lyrics

[Intro]
Can't wait to [?]
(Look out Veno)
Won't be able to f*ckin' tell me nothin' no more
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
What I speak comes into existence
Uh

[Chorus]
Said she want it plain, she don't want no ice, she my type
Hop on a plane and I'm feelin' right, drank overhype
Finna go insane, keepin' my head right, my head right
Shooters leave his ass dead, yeah, dead right, he dead right

[Verse 1]
All I want me is a hundred mill', a hundred mill'
Touch my first goal, I got a double M, a double M
Them pus*y n*ggas, I don't f*ck with them, it's up with them
We do no leg shots, above the rim, above the rim
If you take my drnk, get high off of one sip, one sip
If my ex b*tch know that it's, "f*ck them," it's, "f*ck them" (Yeah)
Had to cut some n*ggas off, it's, "f*ck them," I don't trust them
My Patek a hundred ball, hit on dim, the lights dim
Tryna stack all my money, so, I'm like, "Shine Cam," yeah, "Shine Cam"
That boy got sh*tbagged, leave his ass layin'
My Celine pants got two buttons with no zipper
I keep that money flowin' just like a river, just like a river
My album, when I drop, it's no skips, it's no skips
We ain't got no beef with none of them n*ggas, them n*ggas could jump off a cliff
Got rich off the rip, I need ten more Ms
So I could feed my family, them, yeah
[Chorus]
Said she want it plain, she don't want no ice, she my type
Hop on a plane and I'm feelin' right, drank overhype
Finna go insane, keepin' my head right, my head right
Shooters leave his ass dead, yeah, dead right, he dead right (Brr, b-b-baow)

[Verse 2]
n*gga, put your guns up, yeah
Pull up in a Lam' truck
b*tches sl*ttin' us, and they f*ckin' us
Goin' nuts, I don't want no love
Baby, I can't trust
See it now, rent no truck
Free Amiri jeans, super lit
Yeah, slim fit, and, lil' mama slim-thick
She want a BBL, she wanna be lit as sh*t
I'm on the bigger thing, ask hoe, I'm lit as sh*t
And I'ma show that b*tch
Oh, she shouldn't have left me
She left me at the wrong time, and now it's, "f*ck her"
She probably with some broke n*ggas lettin' 'em sl*t her
I'm a seven-figure n*gga, baby, I can't make none of this up (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Said she wanna plane, she don't want no ice, she my type
Hop on a plane and I'm feelin' right, drank overhype
Finna go insane, keepin' my head right, my head right
Shooters leave his ass dead, yeah, dead right, he dead right (Uh)