Rich Forever II lyrics

[Verse 1: Wy~lie]
I just pulled up in Atlanta
I ain't worried about the scammers
Pour a four inside a Fanta
And all my b*tches they outstanding
I'm smoking gas that's out the function
I f*ck my b*tch inside the function
I ain't worried about nothin
I stack my bread I ain't bluffin
All these b*tches wanna talk
I'm just tryna stack it up
Throw my money in the club
Make it back we f*ck it up
Cocain rang rover
Pullin up four doors
Hopping out like woah
And I'm feelin so slow
All this lean gotta go
Smokin weed by the O
Me and Rich on the road

[Hook]
Freshin
Oh we finessing
And we rich forever
Got b*tches far settle
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
I just pulled up Atlanta
Pour a four inside a Fanta
Money old like your grandma
f*ckin your b*tch on a camera
Black and white print like a panda
Flippin network like a sandal
Play with my n*ggas we damage you
I gotta [?] that go shoot
Extra clips on the roof
Don't play with me I roll with the hammer
Put this di*k in her mouth like bananas
[?]
Money got grey how you like nana
Bet she gonna lie to you
I f*cked around and lost the roof
[?]
She suck it I give her the boot
Bet she gonna lie to you
At work she pull up at about 2
I hit her and pass to the crew
You kissing and calling her boo
And I hang with the killers like a [?]
Lean to much got juice
Ridin around the city in the coup
Can't f*ck the b*tch the pus*y to loose
[Hook]
Freshin
Oh we finessing
And we rich forever
Got b*tches far settle