Richer Porter lyrics

[Intro]
Griselda

[Verse: Conway the Machine]
Pyrex pots and baking soda by the boxes
Still got resi' from the last time, b*tch didn't wash it
I'm up all night, got the stove rockin'
Cold water runnin' in the sink, look how that soda lock it
I watched n*ggas spend the profit on watches
Now it's my turn to get the money, you just sit and watch it
Like some b*tches, you just sit and gossip
About the sh*t I got in pocket, Don C-Bills with the bottle rockets
Huh, took a lil' minute but I got it
Laughin', walkin' in the bank when I make deposits
My weed is exotic, my b*tch is a goddess
Jimmy Choo on her shoe, Birkin bag ostrich
I said "Damn, how is you that pretty?
You remind me of Keisha on New Jack City"
If I need a n*gga peeled, she'll do that quick
I ride out, she'll do that with me (Haha, yeah)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Ayo, dope boys get all the b*tches (Haha)
Dope boys get all the b*tches (Yeah)
Dope boys get all the b*tches (f*ck with us baby)
Dope boys get all the b*tches (Yeah)
Dope boys get all the b*tches (Hahahah)
Dope boys get all the b*tches
Dope boys get all the b*tches
Dope boys get all the b*tches (Yeah)