Original lyrics
ENGet rich or die tryin', Wana, it's the only way
That pussy cost way too much
I can't act broke, it don't work
I'm really just one of them ones
I'm actin' like Kyrie Irving
I'm poppin' my shit 'cause it's fun, my outfit committed a murder
I'm hittin' that shit on the low, but what you don't know won't hurt (yeah)
I'm treatin' these niggas like son, for real, they sayin' the shit that I taught 'em (the shit that I taught 'em)
Your bitch probably think that I'm a lame, lowkey, I bought her a purse and don't talk to her (corny as hell)
My closet don't got no more space, lil twin, it's crazy, I outgrew the mall (it's crazy)
She switchin' the bag every day of the week, the Louis V just for her dog (I'm bool)
I'm braggin' 'bout shit that I bought (yeah), this shit don't even come to ya thoughts (come to ya–)
I got 20K in just Washingtons, baby, that shit on the floor like a mop
He locked up for blackin' her eye, that bitch had her eyes on the prize
My grandaddy want me in college, I'm trappin' the bezels like Nino Brown (nigga)
I'm treatin' my bitches like dogs, I pay for her lashes and brows (spoiled as hell)
My motor so muh' fuckin' loud, that bitch got a thousand horse power (skrrt)
I wanna stop rappin' sometimes, but money keep changin' my mind (keep changin' my mind)
My wrist cost [?] (vrr), my diamonds sing, Mary J. Blige
That pussy cost way too much
I can't act broke, it don't work
I'm really just one of them ones
Nigga, I'm actin' like Kyrie Irving (been one)
I put a demon on top of the pavement
I put the money on top of ya head
Seen it was brown, I knew it was a red
If her stomach growlin', I'm feedin' her meds
I'm goin' with her to get her abortion
It ain't no way I'm sendin' her bread
That my lil dog, he need a attorney
But I need the 'work to see what he said
I put the treesh in vanish mode
If she change it back, I'm blockin' her page
Soon as I hit, we Shilo Sanders
Saw her in public, all she got was the wave
I put millions in the bank and put my watches in a safe
I got drip at home, I never bought the outfits on display
New bezels, sky dweller, ain't been on turf in a minute
Baby bottles 'round the condo like I'm burpin' an infant
Paid three thousand for a Whitney Houston shirt, it was vintage (wham)
They turned hip-hop to Kidz-Bop (no cap)
Dope boy swag, white mid-tops
Rap money free, I wish I would stop (you couldn't)
Bags for a thousand, got the hood locked
She ain't my type unless her ass soft, I got nothin' against the ass shot (no cap)
Hit her from the back and then I passed out
Spent ten racks for a stash spot
All of us felons, but we gun slangin'
Pink slip gang, no car payment
New Hermès for my fine shit (my fine shit)
She okay with being a side bitch
I'm okay with gettin' richer, dropped a milli' on a Richard (yeah)
I don't fuck with none of them, the stiff one
I'm on a different level, I'm the big one
Gettin' spanked, that baby, now they got the hush-mouth, they ain't vocal
I shut down stores all around the globe, I ain't local
Whole year, locked in, stayin' down, nigga, I'm focused
Bitch boyfriend tryna leave text messages, he bogus (bogus)
Wish I would buy a bitch a car to fuck, nigga, I'm trollin', yeah
Wham for president around this motherfucker, nigga, I voted (voted)
That pussy cost way too much (too much)
I can't act broke, it won't work (won't work)
I'm really just one of them ones (ones)
I'm actin' like Kyrie Irving
I'm poppin' my shit 'cause it's fun, my outfit committed a murder
I'm hittin' that shit on the low
Can't Be Fuck With Boys, we know the fuck goin' on
