Closeline lyrics

[Intro]
(Cook up, Mason)

[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh
I'm rich as hell, I been f*ckin' they hoes now
I got money to keep with my health, I know I'ma live me a long time
n*gga, don't keep checkin' for that ho, man, that b*tch with the bros now
Don't show out for them hoes now, disrespect my bro, get clotheslined
b*tch used to always called me a bum, she ain't even got no clothes now
n*gga, you ain't never blew sh*t with that gun, why the f*ck you got your pole out?
I don't give a f*ck if you turn your back, b*tch, I got hella hoes now
Come home, why the f*ck Raq sold now?
Bought a big old blick and I took his soul out

[Verse 1]
Ain't no dinner dates, where you been, lil' b*tch? You late
I love my mama to death and I got hеr name tatted on my face
Know a lotta n*ggas talk that gangstеr sh*t, get in the jam and they still shake
You'll nut in that fan and we just got paid, she took that pill late
Lord know I ain't perfect, but I do much as I can
Never asked another n*gga to solve my problem, b*tch, I'm a man
We come, can't forget sh*t, type to spin your sh*t in a van
Diss my brother on Live, we seen him in public and he ran

[Interlude]
Huh, dreamin'
Huh, of you
Huh, dreamin'
I been dreamin' of
Dreamin'
Been dreamin' to hit you, uh
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh
I'm rich as hell, I been f*ckin' they hoes now
I got money to keep with my health, I know I'ma live me a long time
n*gga, don't keep checkin' for that ho, man, that b*tch with the bros now
Don't show out for them hoes now, disrespect my bro, get clotheslined
b*tch used to always called me a bum, she ain't even got no clothes now
n*gga, you ain't never blew sh*t with that gun, why the f*ck you got your pole out?
I don't give a f*ck if you turn your back, b*tch, I got hella hoes now
Come home, why the f*ck Raq sold now?
Bought a big old blick and I took his soul out

[Verse 2]
I been schemin', I been dreamin'
Keep on tellin' the b*tch I love her, she gon' believe me
She hit my DM once, she was f*ckin' the bro, this sh*t too easy
Matter fact, this your b*tch in the back room tryna suck on my p*nis
If they ever send a shot, it's forever stuck with them
Wanna stand on the block with the opps, your b*tch ass won't get up with them
Don't come to my party tryna play they song, n*gga, we don't f*ck with them
I be hearin them diss songs, n*gga, I wish the best of luck to them

[Interlude]
Oh, dreamin'
Oh, dreamin'
I been dreamin' to get you
I been dreamin' to get you, n*gga
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh
I'm rich as hell, I been f*ckin' they hoes now
I got money to keep with my health, I know I'ma live me a long time
n*gga, don't keep checkin' for that ho, man, that b*tch with the bros now
Don't show out for them hoes now, disrespect my bro, get clotheslined
b*tch used to always called me a bum, she ain't even got no clothes now
n*gga, you ain't never blew sh*t with that gun, why the f*ck you got your pole out?
I don't give a f*ck if you turn your back, b*tch, I got hella hoes now
Come home, why the f*ck Raq sold now?
Bought a big old blick and I took his soul out

[Outro]
(Cook up, Mason)