riches Lyrics

I want all the riches

Don't got time for these bitches

Lights blinging on my wrist

Like Christmas

It's wicked

Spoil me baby i'm different

And all my bloods in the cut like stitches

I want all the riches

Don't got time for these bitches

Lights blinging on my wrist

Like Christmas

It's wicked

Spoil me baby i'm different

And all my bloods in the cut like stitches

Yea

Cop me double C's, wetter than the Titanic sinking in the seas

Little me, flyer than the bees in the trees, feel the breeze

Put that wrist to your dome, you gon' get a brain freeze

Let's keep it a B, finna call the C's, they be on my D, every time I eat

Baby let's F, you know I'm a G, cop me hella H, keep em on his knees

Imma boss nigga with a couple different bag spenders

Boss nigga when he make a call I'll end her

Bad bitch, she be in the trenches

I want a nigga with some balls, no benches

That come to their senses, fuck the old offenses

What are your intentions? Boy I feel the tension

Little did I mention, when you back a Telfar hottie

Tell that nigga beam me up, yup, but he's not Scottie

Beat it up, yeah, beat it up, yeah

Nigga cannot get enough, yeah, beat it up, yeah

Beat it up, yeah, beat it up, yeah