Die Rich lyrics

[Chorus: Splacc]
This one's for the b*tches, that said I wasn't gonna be sh*t
Now look at the me b*tch, riding in the new whips
Forever on some fly sh*t, money over all I'ma die rich
Show you how do this, big bands with a new crib
f*ck a old b*tch I gotta new b*tch
Asking how I'm doing, f*ck you!
Keep it moving, now you want me cause you losing

[Verse 1: LesWood]
I just might pull up in a Panamera
It's money over everything I had to tell her
I don't know how to make it any clearer
I see a real n*gga looking in the mirror
Hundred racks in the mattress we laid up
b*tch wanna change your life better praise us
She can't hide the drugs with no A cups
New b*tch cause my old b*tch played up
If she ain't talking money then she gotta go, I dont know
Head game good make the honor roll
RJ got them squares on the table like dominos
Fresh sh*t high mix the Gucci with the OMMIO
Oh sh*t, my momma tell you we on too
f*cking with them other n*ggers girl thats the wrong move
Heh, now she all up in my business
Had to do it for the b*tches!
[Chorus: Splacc]
This one's for the b*tches, that said I wasn't gonna be sh*t
Now look at the me b*tch, riding in the new whips
Forever on some fly sh*t, money over all I'ma die rich
Show you how do this, big bands with a new crib
f*ck a old b*tch I gotta new b*tch
Asking how I'm doing, f*ck you!
Keep it moving, now you want me cause you losing

[Verse 2: RJ]
They wanna hold me down
You just wanna slow me down
Now you wanna show me around
b*tch you better blow me, blow me
I'm leaving n*ggas lumpy over lump sums
Birds flocking all I dropped was a bread crumb
My favorite color Jay's is the red ones
Get down where you mad at a fair one
OMMIO jackets I'm taxing
Make sure all my n*ggas get a fraction
She got you but I got what you lacking
Don't get killed off fold n*ggas like a napkin
She used to give me cold shoulders, now she wanna chill
On [?] now b*tch better go and get a feel
I feel like every real n*gga stay on some fly sh*t
f*ck you I'm die rich, on god b*tch!
[Chorus: Splacc]
This one's for the b*tches, that said I wasn't gonna be sh*t
Now look at the me b*tch, riding in the new whips
Forever on some fly sh*t, money over all I'ma die rich
Show you how do this, big bands with a new crib
f*ck a old b*tch I gotta new b*tch
Asking how I'm doing, f*ck you!
Keep it moving, now you want me cause you losing