Rich Off Flakk

Just jokes, you know?

Uh, uh

Hey, tell them foes to bring the cameras out tonight, we finna make a movie

I can't speak for them other ****, but, bae, we gettin' to it

You in your feelings 'bout that bitch, she got you lookin' stupid

Don't, my ****, go get you some money, ****

Aye, fifty thousand, all blues, I'm finna make these **** mad

**** talkin' 'bout what they used to have, still livin' in the past

Tryna tell me what I shoulda did with my cheese, shut the fuck up

You worried 'bout the wrong thing, fuck ****, get your bucks up

I ain't gotta go get active, all them youngins, they slide for me

I ain't gotta give 'em nothin', I'll make 'em slide for free

I ain't finna be with no broke ****, nah, let's go rap for rap

I throw both of my pockets, go get more in double back

How the fuck you a real ****? Politickin' with a rat

Somebody call Triple-A, they need help, these **** flat

Uh, yeah, all them **** rats

Somebody call Triple-A right now, these **** flat

Uh, aye, **** ain't got no money, **** flat, never seen chicken

Wanna know who made it happen trappin'? That was me, ****

The type to pass the ball to my dawg on a flea flicker

Ran it up off Flocka, I'm not no motherfuckin' weed dealer