what’s_in_it - jerm (producer) lyrics
[chorus: rich amiri]
y’all n*ggas broker than broke
my n*ggas, richer than rich
my brody taking a o’, if he get caught then he pleading the 5th
i went a cop me a glock, then i cop me a switch
i do not talk for the cops, no, i’m pushing 286’
pockets full of this cash, look at your pockets it’s lit
fives and tens when i’m in the strip, and it cost more than your rent
[?] eating a d*ck, cookout sh*t, throwing a fit
ride in the coupe, we got 5% tint
she ate my kids, she was sinnin’
[verse 1: dom corleo]
i got a model hoe, yeah, i’m f*cking that b*tch
she gon’ throw it back on the d*ck, i’ma pull up in a hit
and i ain’t gon’ leave my f*cking crib, unless i come with a stick
yeah, i rock balenciaga with my rick hoodie, i get flyer than a b*tch
cause i know that they ain’t f*cking with my swag
i told the chafer to go and get my bag
i gotta b*tch so you can’t hold my hand, you’re on your knees and go and do your thang
sucking this d*ck and she gon’ blow this sh*t
i roll up and i get high as sh*t, not f*cking with you, cause you broke as sh*t
i cut it up cause she a broke lil b*tch
[chorus: rich amiri]
y’all n*ggas broker than broke
my n*ggas, richer than rich
my brody taking a o’, if he get caught then he pleading the 5th
i went a cop me a glock, then i cop me a switch
i do not talk for the cops, no, i’m pushing 286’
pockets full of this cash, look at your pockets it’s lit
fives and tens when i’m in the strip, and it cost more than your rent
[?] eating a d*ck, cookout sh*t, throwing a fit
ride in the coupe, we got 5% tint
she ate my kids, she was sinnin’
[verse 2: dom corleo, rich amiri]
looking at this hoe, and you can’t see
my cologne on my d*mn jeans
bbl on my new [?], i don’t they can get fly like me
i don’t they can get fly like me, yeah, oh yeah [?]
put up a three and it’s wet like s*m*n
gripping my cup, i can’t spill my lean
poppin on pills like a godd*mn fiend
got on [?], brand new [?]
for no reason, it get chilly
we unleash, eat my s*m*n
yeah, you feel me
ride around with my steel, you know i won’t ‘em k!ll me, i won’t let ‘em*
[chorus: rich amiri]
y’all n*ggas broker than broke
my n*ggas, richer than rich
my brody taking a o’, if he get caught then he pleading the 5th
i went a cop me a glock, then i cop me a switch
i do not talk for the cops, no, i’m pushing 286’
pockets full of this cash, look at your pockets it’s lit
fives and tens when i’m in the strip, and it cost more than your rent
[?] eating a d*ck, cookout sh*t, throwing a fit
ride in the coupe, we got 5% tint
she ate my kids, she was sinnin’
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