Real Boston Richey - How TF He Like You lyrics

[Real Boston Richey - How TF He Like You lyrics]

(Tahj Money)
Uh, come and get you one
Huh, come and get you one
Yeah, come and get you one
Rich nigga, come and get you one
(What you talkin' 'bout? Poor ass nigga)
(foreverrolling)

Buy a brand new bitch, a brand new butt
Brand new you me brand new us
Some shit ain't adding up
Go and tell that nigga his timin' up
How the fuck he like you? He ain't
Buss you down or bought you nothin'
That nigga not like me, bust
A jug around the city
I'ma teach you somethin'

Know I'm havin' spent four K
Get my IG back
Go and ask Tucson
That shit ain't addin' up
These niggas ain't having nothin'
Want a rich nigga?
Bow down and come and get you one

Wanna slide for with a rich nigga?
Come and get you one
Go and get my Patek bust real
'round down on that Patek bust
Fuck, damn, that shit was tough
Know I'm splittin' pay whenever I bust
A jug and run it up
Know I get in my ways and go
To feelin' myself like Papa Duck
Forever hold me down the only way
To go from here is up
Keep it G it's only right I
Get you that G Wagon truck
A couple Gs whenever you feelin' down
That's just to bring you up
Get on down, no
We don't fuck around whenever it go up
Buy a bag whenever I sell a band, now bae
That pushin' tree
I ran it up off Bubba why you
Think I ain't trippin' on no fees?
Buying wigs became too much of a habit
They think I'm sellin' weave
Rich nigga new vibes get you anything

Buy a brand new bitch, a brand new butt
Brand new you me brand new us
Some shit ain't adding up
Go and tell that nigga his timin' up
How the fuck he like you? He ain't
Buss you down or bought you nothin'
That nigga not like me, bust
A jug around the city
I'ma teach you somethin'

What you want we cashin' out
Whatever to make you smile
Can't be no goofy
I refuse to let them treat me like
Lil' movie dates that's just to catch
A vibe when I'm in town
I know they hate every time
They hit yo' pay
I'ma give you a thou'
I get up in you
You know we creepin' you bet'
Not make no sound
You fuck me good, it
Ain't no sneakin', girl
I'ma hold you down
I ain't keeping no secret
You know I'ma keep all my
Ex hoes from 'round
I'ma go in it deeper, whenever I'm in it
You gotta make me drown
Hmm, gotta be my keeper you
Know I run the town
Hmm, ayy, bae fuck them people
You know I give you the crown
You know I keep one cocked
And keep some extra rounds
Don't talk about cheatin' when it come to
You we don't care about no amount

Buy a brand new bitch, a brand new butt
Brand new you me brand new us
Some shit ain't adding up
Go and tell that nigga his timin' up
How the fuck he like you? He ain't
Buss you down or bought you nothin'
That nigga not like me, bust
A jug around the city
I'ma teach you somethin'

Know I'm havin' spent four K
Get my IG back
Go and ask Tucson
That shit ain't addin' up
These niggas ain't having nothin'
Want a rich nigga?
Bow down and come and get you one

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