Rich Amiri - HANDOUTS lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Real nigga, I ain't worried ’bout
Nothin', take his ass off, yeah
220 on the dash
Hit the button then I blast off

Nigga ain't never believe in the craft
Now they wanna ask for handouts
Wouldn’t wanna be in the streets forever
I'm tryna take a better route

New whip, no lease, Hit Fifth, some keys
Patek Philippe, more money come to me
My list, strategic, she lurk my shit
She creepin'
Ass fat, I don't think 'bout cheatin'
You starve that ho, I'm gon' feed her

Shooters hoppin’ out the truck, yeah
Bang bitches like a muk, yeah
Check came in, that’s a dub
But a dub not enough

It's a hit every time I speak
Got bitches flockin’ like a dove
And a young nigga so stupid up
But, I be talkin' like the plug

But, I be

Pour, pour more red, I need it
Switch thots, she too conceited
Hit the stage, rock it out
Nigga ain't scared for nothin'
Been gettin’ on too many hoes
What can I say? I love to fuck

I'm on it oh, that's yo' ho?
What, you don't share?

No love for a nigga, I ain't givin' handouts
I was just a lil' nigga, bossed up
I'm the man now
I was tryna play it safe, now I got a fan now
I ain't good at keepin' secrets
Shawty gettin' aired out

OG told me, "You a player now
"I ain't playin' with 'em now
Think she stayin' with me, nah
Grab your shit and get it out
Told bae, "I ain't crashin' out
"I gotta do it for our kids
Wasn't no food up in the
Fridge, now I got ice, I'm the fridge

Yeah, go shopping, taking 'em off
Yeah, lil' shawty wetter than dolphin
I might go bag up at Neimans
I'm probably goin' to Dover
I'm ridin' the Rover, buzzin' my trap phone
It's a Motorola
At Crazy Girlz, I'm throwin' bows
Taking a stripper bitch home

Yeah, let's go, yeah, let's go
My baby asked me for a baby Birkin, I said no
Yeah, let's go, yeah, let's go
Got red Hi Tech in my cup, overflow