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[Intro] Hey, what’s up? Where we eating? Benihana, Ruth Chris, steak, lobster? S*it, I was thinking Wendy’s (Uh) You need to boss your life up and turn on that new Boston At least he know how to treat a b!tch (Known to let that MAC fly just like my n!gga Doe) Hell naw, fu*k that trick-ass n!gga, yeah You just a hating-ass n!gga, broke, dusty, musty, crusty (Uh, come on) You just hating ’cause you don’t serve more bags than him (I’m like, uh) [Verse 1] Bae, you too bad for you not to have no bag, hold on Your n!gga up? Why he ain’t spend no cash? Uh She pulling up, walk out with shopping bags, yeah Bae, I’m the realest n!gga you never had Ain’t s*it to spend no cash Bragging on that n!gga, tell me what the fu*k he spent I can go get ten bad b!tches that’ll tell you that I done spent N!ggas fake tricking, Richey Rich the real biggest trick If I like a b!tch, I ain’t wasting time, I go and bust her wrist All the bad b!tches want me When you got that paper, it’ll turn a b!tch holy You and your friends bad, buy you a Rollie, Rollie, Rollie Why you bragging on that n!gga? Bae, that pu*sy n!gga owe me Take my time with a bad b!tch, I gotta fu*k her slowly When I bust you down put a hashtag and say, \”He froze me\” This tricking s*it go OD [Chorus] Bae, you finer than a b!tch, you nothing like my last b!tch Catch a bad b!tch and spend it on her, that s*it a habit We ain’t running out of paper, stupid b!tch, we mad rich Bragging ’cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain’t had s*it I’m too turnt to get her hair done Type of n!gga to give her 20K to buy a hair salon Talking that rich s*it, ain’t bought s*it, then he ain’t having nothing Tell that n!gga to buy you a Goyard bag if he having something Take a n!gga b!tch, running laps with her like a marathon [Verse 2] Richey Rich a real bad-b!tch snatcher She popping s*it on IG, that’s the b!tch I’m running after All these b!tches want these racks, ain’t a b!tch that I can’t capture All these n!ggas riding waves, all these pu*sy n!ggas cappers, uh Bad b!tch, you want a Rollie or a chain? I fu*ked the b!tch good, I made the b!tch throw up the gang I’m really having M’s, go tell your n!gga stay in his lane [Chorus] Bae, you finer than a b!tch, you nothing like my last b!tch Catch a bad b!tch and spend it on her, that s*it a habit We ain’t running out of paper, stupid b!tch, we mad rich Bragging ’cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain’t had s*it I’m too turnt to get her hair done Type of n!gga to give her 20K to buy a hair salon Talking that rich s*it, ain’t bought s*it, then he ain’t having nothing Tell that n!gga to buy you a Goyard bag if he having something Take a n!gga b!tch, running laps with her like a marathon. Marathon lyrics – Real Boston Richey : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com