Rags to Bxxches

This shit sound like chandeliers, and screen doors
Shit smell like good weed, that indo
I don’t know your name girl, I’ma need your info
Or maybe we should slow it down, or speed up the tempo
This shit feel like cashmere, or a fur coat
I feel like money baby, I’ma let the world know
Rags to riches, rags to bitches
All of my niggas ride 20 inch chrome
Rags to riches, rags to bitches
Money calling, let me talk on the phone
Got me feeling flier than a drone
Need the whole castle, you can keep the throne
Me and my team did it for a check
Fronting like you got it on your own
See, I’m just tryna get my cut while you just tryna make a scratch
I’m just tryna get it off, you just tryna make it back
I’ma do it like I’m s’pposed to
Man these rappers got me throwed off
Working, working so, so hard
Pussy rapper boy you so soft
Take it later like the repo
Make her sing like she CeeLo
Let her rock me like she Deebo
Work the wheel while she deepthroat
Uh, got her old school, put some new shoes on it
Got her old school, put some new shoes on it
Got her old school, put some new shoes on it
Got her old school, put some new shoes on it
Swerve on 'em
Yeah, got her old school, put some new shoes on it
Got her old school, put some new shoes on it
Got her old school, put some new shoes on it
Got her old school, put some new shoes on it
This shit sound like chandeliers, and screen doors
Shit smell like good weed, that indo
I don’t know your name girl, I’ma need your info
Or maybe we should slow it down, or speed up the tempo
This shit feel like cashmere, or a fur coat
I feel like money baby, I’ma let the world know
Rags to riches, rags to bitches
All of my niggas ride 20 inch chrome
Rags to riches, rags to bitches
Money calling, let me talk on the phone
We went from, rags to bitches
See all my scars and my stitches?
Suit and tie 'cause we handling business
Hotter than the eye on high in your kitchen
Keep it so real, while you talking that fiction
I deserve everything that I earned
Remember back when we just had a little
Back when y’all thought it was just shits and giggles
The shit is too simple, I’m back on my way up
Even got enough dough just for incidentals
Feeling hella proper, walked in this bitch looking like a mobster
What can I say? You made me a monster
If eat a rattlesnake pasta
I don’t talk to a serpent, 'cause serpents don’t know shit
I noticed, now notice the focus I’ve grown with
We went from
Rags to bitches
I promise the grinding be endless
Hanging 'round the baddest bitches
If that ho start catching feelings
I’ma swerve on 'em
Got her old school, put some new shoes on it
Boomshakalaka, girl you better call the doctor
'Cause I’m breaking ho’s hearts, a lot of money in my pocket