Help Me 2 lyrics

[Intro: Real Boston Richey]
Yeah, yeah, it's like these n*ggas, goddamn
They don't be trickin' on these b*tches for real, n*gga, and I don't like that sh*t, bro
I don't like that sh*t at all, bro
n*gga a lame-o
Boston bought it (Known to let that MAC fly just like my n*gga Doe, bah)

[Chorus: Real Boston Richey]
Can you f*ck me?
Hold on, baby, can you help her? Uh
If that's your b*tch, you need to help her, uh
Pay her bills, you need to help her, uh

[Post-Chorus: Real Boston Richey]
I'm tryna turn my lil' ho up and put her on what I'm on
No more bros before my ho, f*ck them n*ggas, I'm goin' back home
She be f*ckin' me good, she all up in my head like a chromosome
Every time I see my bae, put the di*k in her face like a microphone
You so fine on FaceTime, sometimes, bae, I just wanna f*ck the phone
I be addin' that money to Cash App every time I hear you moan
Let her call me on whenever I'm trickin', 'cause that's just what I'm on
Beat it up, leave the money up in your purse, when you wake, I might be gone

[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey & Tatiana Chanell]
You can't hush me, I know you wanna f*ck me
Heard I got 'em M's, I know these b*tches really think I'm ugly
I be puttin' it down, comin' way too trim, ain't nan' b*tch dustin' me
These n*ggas hatin' on Richey Rich, dog, just because I pay for P
This sh*t frustratin' me
n*gga better spend that bag up on they brother before they pay for fees
You say that I'm young and all, okay, b*tch, then wait for me
Hope you know I'ma call the Woo lady up, lil' b*tch, if you play with me
Lil' b*tch sick of me, just like Lil Wet, b*tch, send some Haitian tea
You been gone too many days, boy, don't make me f*ck you up
As soon as I get off the road, the first thing I'ma do, baby, is eat it up
She say, "Do you love me?" but I know she don't trust me
You can't spoil your old lady, she held it down, that sh*t disgust me
[Chorus: Real Boston Richey & Tatiana Chanell]
Can you f*ck me? (Yup)
Hold on, baby, can you help her? Uh
If that's your b*tch, you need to help her, uh (Do you love me?)
Pay her bills, you need to help her, uh (Brokey)

[Verse 2: Real Boston Richey & Tatiana Chanell]
She ain't play it right, turnt up my new b*tch, ex be hatin' me
Your ex-n*gga was a goofy, you pop out with me, bae, you safe with me
Get drunk, then she tastin' me, she eat it so gracefully
She say I'm out here thuggin' and livin' wild, okay, then pray for me
Know I'm out here thuggin', her mom and daddy don't want her datin' me
I need a crazy b*tch, if I f*ck up, then she macing me
I need a b*tch to key my car, let me know that you for real
Treat me just like I'm your opps, baby, show me this sh*t real
Baby, I'm tired of f*ckin' up, ain't tryna cause you no more tears
I f*ck with you like the opps' sisters, baby, you know I'm too sincere
Your ex-n*gga was broke as f*ck, that sh*t, we havin' it over here
She too thick, it's wagon Wednesday, she got ass like a Wagoneer
Play with my baby, I'm slangin' that iron just like I'm straight out Jacksonville
All my n*ggas trick for real, yeah, we buy ass over here
You gotta stay down with me through thick and thin, sh*t move fast over here
Why I'ma leave my b*tch for a messy ho? That pus*y trash for real
You say that's my pus*y (Yup), you say that you love me (Yup)
You say you ready to ride (Yup), you gon' bust that fye (Yup)
Cut off all my side b*tches 'cause, baby, I want all you
If I wasn't gon' do right, I'd cut you off, I wouldn't even stall you
[Chorus: Real Boston Richey & Tatiana Chanell]
Can you f*ck me? (Yup)
Hold on, baby, can you help her? Uh
If that's your b*tch, you need to help her, uh (Do you love me?)
Pay her bills, you need to help her, uh (Brokey)

[Post-Chorus: Real Boston Richey]
I'm tryna turn my lil' ho up and put her on what I'm on
No more bros before my ho, f*ck them n*ggas, I'm goin' back home
She be f*ckin' me good, she all up in my head like a chromosome
Every time I see my bae, put the di*k in her face like a microphone
You so fine on FaceTime, sometimes, bae, I just wanna f*ck the phone
I be addin' that money to Cash App every time I hear you moan
Let her call me on whenever I'm trickin', 'cause that's just what I'm on
Beat it up, leave the money up in your purse, when you wake, I might be gone