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Turn my, uh, turn the beat up a little Bit more in my headphone. Yeah, it's the face. Rich homie, they been callin' me the rich homie. Wonder why I can't keep a nigga bitch off Me. Wonder why a hundred grand ain't do shit For me. Wonder why these niggas 'cause I'm gettin' Money. Rich homie, they been callin' me the rich Homie. Wonder why I can't keep a nigga bitch Off Wonder why a hundred grand ain't do shit For me. Wonder why these niggas mad 'cause I'm Gettin' money. They hatin' on me, I can't believe Some niggas hated on me. In the bed, bad Bitch, she just waitin' for me. I know if shit hit the fan, she ain't Shakin' on me. Laura cost a whole hundred, She gon' pay for me. I want a real Bitch, I ain't lookin' for no Kim K. Need respect in my city, I ain't Kanye. In my city, they gon' kill your ass regardless. Either real or fake, you become a target, man, This shit get heartless. I remember I was workin' at the Target. Now I'm countin' up like a major artist. Remember mama yellin' at me 'bout the scammers. Now she tellin' me to pay support to artists Or somethin'. They say that motherfucker stove is too small for This motherfuckin' pimpin'. Yes, small, Yes. That mean you gotta get more motherfuckin' Money. Rich homie, they been callin' me the rich Homie. Wonder why I can't keep a nigga bitch Off me. Wonder why a hundred grand ain't do Shit for me. Wonder why these niggas mad 'cause I'm gettin' money. Rich homie, they been callin' me The rich homie. Wonder why I can't keep a Nigga bitch off me. Wonder why a hundred grand ain't do shit for Me. Wonder why these niggas mad 'cause I'm gettin' Tell 'em pray for me, I got a lot Of people prayin' on me. Wantin' me to fall off, tryna take it from Me. Free my nigga sittin' down, they been waitin' For me. Free FeFe, he just wanna see me Run it up. They flash it on the 'Gram, He don't never tell me be humble. Bein' humble only way I see my team bubble. I been tryna stay focused, I don't need no Trouble. Wheel strip a nigga soul, what you mean You don't fuck me? I spent thirty on a Chain, what you mean you don't like it? I seen hundred G's for real, why would me Be excited? Take that bitch to Mastro's, yes indeed, She delighted. This say two hundred on the dash, Yes indeed, I'm the driver. Rich homie, they been callin' me the rich homie. Wonder why I can't keep a nigga bitch off Me. Wonder why hundred grand ain't do shit for Me. Wonder why these niggas mad 'cause I'm gettin' Money. Rich homie, they been callin' me the rich Homie. Wonder why I can't keep a nigga bitch Off me. Wonder why a hundred grand ain't do Shit for me. Wonder why these niggas mad 'cause I'm gettin' money. Hey, What, Nigga, what? Man, they know I'm the nigga, Nigga, clap hands, you dig, my motherfuckin' boy? Believe
AFN Peso — Rich Homie
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