Rich Girl (feat. Isabella Armina)

She wanna roll wit the mobb She know we stay on our job Niggas know that I'm a Don Them other niggas a facade Talkin' guns they ain't ever pop Talkin' bricks they ain't eva cop. Talkin' beef they was never in We see a opp we get him rocked. Ya main bitch is my side bitch You ain't a boss you a side kick Talkin' bout you gon swing thru Pussy you ain't ever slide shit Nigga you ain't ever shot shit This is a fact. They got me feelin' like NORE Nigga u gotta relax I put this shit on my back I gotcha bitch on my lap I aint givin' niggas dap nahh Keep my energy in tact I'm puttin' my click on the map He try to step in the paint Nigga we do em like Shaq He gettin hacked We do em foul Raydell got the strap Whis put the blicky on niggas & Nina she leaving a hickey on niggas & If it's beef I ain't dissin' these niggas My youngins walk up & they hittin' these niggas Leave it to me, I ain't missin' these niggas If we go to war We kickin in doors, babies, ladies down on the floor He say he want a rich girl Say she'll never switch girl Keep dat Nina on her Hold it down wit the stick girl You say you wanna ride or die Pull up She gon slide We outside All the money in the world won't make u wealthy girl Bitches saying they my opps I ain't even know I had none Step back when Im on the line Shoot my shot call that and one More where that came from and then some See no threats but I'll end one Put these bitches in a timeout I really wish they would act up Tell 'em to back up Before I attack 'em Send 'em off Tell 'em pack it up These bitches be jokes How I'm crackin up These bitches is done Tell 'em wrap it up Fuck is u sayin If we go to war I ain't showin' no mercy Let out the queen So they gon' hit the curtsey Watch out lil brudda They think they can murk me I come from pain How the fuck can they hurt me Droppin bombs for the squad Where my real bitches at We ousside with the mob Ridin' till the wheels flat If it ain't money it do not concern me Fuck a response cause you bitches ain't worthy. Calm down You ain't really that bitch Shots round When I empty the clip Sleepin on me, bet they woke now All of a sudden they activists Tongue tied, baby slow down Speaking on me gotchu mad as shit For that money I be adament Forgot about me But I'm back again Bitches be fake crazy Fuck you pay me Drop the mic Izzy de la Baby