Rich, Successful, Bastard Lyrics

I'm paid in full like Mitch He gon' spend his last dollar on that goofy

Bitch I'ma play the trap all night until I get the

Mood or shit I don't even want the pussy, that's the type

Of mood I'm in Bitch, I'm chasing cash

I ain't out here chasing ass You ain't talking mula, Uno finna pass

My lil' young niggas a crash

I ain't got pay, em no cash Just a zip of weed and they get on your ass

Lately, I've been thinking bout some shit that I can't really speak about

Gotta do it for my kids, I pray one day they read about me

I jumped off the porch, you niggas couldn't even leave da balcony

I told them I'm the one, but them niggas just tried to doubt me

I'm tryna fly like out of state and go invest in land

They keep taking all my men, that shit was not part of the plan

My vision blurry, all my opps starting to look like all my friends

My bitch keep wanting to argue bout some shit that I'm not even hearing

I ain't even stressing though I ain't taking no more L's, I'm learning

From my lessons, hoe Talking to the man in the mirror

Like, what's next for bro? Demons talking all in my ear

I gotta let him go I usually wear my heart on my sleeve

The feelings, I can't let it show we gon' rock out like the Beatles, Lenny Kravitz

I know my goals in reach it's weird, though

I can't even really grab she want my heart, that bitch a weirdo

She can't even really have The price from yesterday just went up

You wanna ft, I'm taxin I'm tryna take a trip to Mexico

Feet on land, I'm relaxing That nigga think I want his bitch

But that bitch broke and that bitch average I had to grow up, I'm a man

Got five kids, bitch, I'm a daddy I got everything I need, my starting five

And all this cabbage Never been to Turks and keico's

Bitch, shut up and pack your bag I had to stop abusing drugs

That shit was turned into a habit They keep on snatching up my men

Like Free Jo Skeen and Free da Savage Y'all can have the streets

I gotta be a Rich, Successful, Bastard