Lyrics

All up here tryna find something like me
I'm just a clown for this, I'm from Cleveland
All these people think I'm just a part of this
So I'm like, I got something like me
I'm just a clown for this, I'm from Cleveland
I'm just a clown for this, I'm from Cleveland
I'm Tommy Rich, but I'm broke
She told me joke, I don't know, cause you a hoe
If some bitch cross me, I'm turning death row
Why your ass think got me moving down the next row
Got her pussy smiling, fishy, she a spank hoe
She actin' smart, but don't know simple math, bang hoe
I can't give you no more cash from the bank bro
You said you gon' pay me back, I'm not a bank bro
Tommy Richman out here got me thinking real smart
Bitches come up tryna lick me like a popcorn
Got me yellow like a census, no I'm not barred
But we got the same mindset, pay them cop cars
Doing tricks and shit, you know she gotta throw a fit
Do a thing that she on SNL, tryna do a bit
But I don't know, you can tell me
When I beat that pussy up, does it make it healthy
You don't have to give me shit, no we're not friends
When I see a little thotty, pick her in the Benz
That was a lie, cause you know that I'm broke
I got her on a snow diet, cause she love that diet coke
Tommy Rich on that White God shit
Tommy Rich on that White God shit
Tommy Rich on that White God shit
Tommy Rich on that White God shit
Fuck it, like I'm Tommy Rich, but I'm broke
She told me joke, I don't know, cause you a hoe
If some bitch cross me, I'm turning death row
Why your ass think, got me moving down the next row
Got her pussy smiling fishy, she a spank hoe
She actin' smart, but don't know simple math, bang hoe
I can't give you no more cash on a bankroll
Said you got payback, I'm not a bankroll
Bitch told me she love me, but I know that bitch lyin
I'm that fuckin' broke bitches, all my bitches straight dimes
I treat them like some loose change, it don't make sense
Why you chillin' by the bar, but you can't pay rent, huh
Shit be sticky, hoes be tricky when they need a buck
If I need my dick suck, I call my eat up
All she want is some weed, and to get a nut
After that, then she gone, Uber picked her up
I ain't the one for cuffing, bitch, what you talkin' bout
Fuck tryna open up, just open up your mouth
I feel like Tommy Rich, matter of fact, like I'm Don Juan
Or as prestigious bitches love me like I'm fine wine
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Written by: Mike Vega, Promise Vega
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