Marathon lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, what's up? Where we eatin'?
Benihana, Ruth Chris, steak, lobster?
sh*t, I was thinkin' Wendy's (Uh)
You need to boss your life up and turn on that new Boston
At least he know how to treat a b*tch (Known to let that MAC fly just like my n*gga Doe)
Hell naw, f*ck that trick-ass n*gga (Yeah)
You just a hatin'-ass n*gga, broke, dusty, musty, crusty (Uh, come on)
You just hatin' 'cause you don't serve more bags than him (I'm like, uh)

[Verse 1]
Bae, you too bad for you not to have no bag, hold on
Your n*gga up? Why he ain't spend no cash? Uh
She pullin' up, walk out with shopping bags, yeah
Bae, I'm the realest n*gga you never had
Ain't sh*t to spend no cash
Braggin' on that n*gga, tell me what the f*ck he spent
I can go get ten bad b*tches that'll tell you that I done spent
n*ggas fake trickin', Richey Rich the real biggest trick
If I like a b*tch, I ain't wastin' time, I go and bust her wrist
All the bad b*tches want me
When you got that paper, it'll turn a b*tch holy
You and your friends bad, buy you a Rollie, Rollie, Rollie
Why you braggin' on that n*gga? Bae, that pus*y n*gga owe me
Take my time with a bad b*tch, I gotta f*ck her slowly
When I bust you down put a hashtag and say, "He froze me"
This trickin' sh*t go OD
[Chorus]
Bae, you finer than a b*tch, you nothin' like my last b*tch
Catch a bad b*tch and spend it on her, that sh*t a habit
We ain't runnin' out of paper, stupid b*tch, we mad rich
Braggin' 'cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain't had sh*t
I'm too turnt to get her hair done
Type of n*gga to give her 20K to buy a hair salon
Talkin' that rich sh*t, ain't bought sh*t, then he ain't havin' nothin'
Tell that n*gga to buy you a Goyard bag if he havin' somethin'
Take a n*gga b*tch, runnin' laps with her like a marathon

[Verse 2]
Richey Rich a real bad-b*tch snatcher
She poppin' sh*t on IG, that's the b*tch I'm runnin' after
All these b*tches want these racks, ain't a b*tch that I can't capture
All these n*ggas ridin' waves, all these pus*y n*ggas cappers, uh
Bad b*tch, you want a Rollie or a chain?
I f*cked the b*tch good, I made the b*tch throw up the gang
I'm really havin' M's, go tell your n*gga stay in his lane

[Chorus]
Bae, you finer than a b*tch, you nothin' like my last b*tch
Catch a bad b*tch and spend it on her, that sh*t a habit
We ain't runnin' out of paper, stupid b*tch, we mad rich
Braggin' 'cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain't had sh*t
I'm too turnt to get her hair done
Type of n*gga to give her 20K to buy a hair salon
Talkin' that rich sh*t, ain't bought sh*t, then he ain't havin' nothin'
Tell that n*gga to buy you a Goyard bag if he havin' somethin'
Take a n*gga b*tch, runnin' laps with her like a marathon