Tut - Rags To Bxxches lyrics

[Chorus] This sh** sound like chandeliers, and screen doors sh** 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 sh** feel like cashmere, or a fur coat I feel like money baby, I'ma let the world know Rags to riches, rags to b**hes All of my n***as ride 20 inch chrome Rags to riches, rags to b**hes Money calling, let me talk on the phone [Verse 1] 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 p**y 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 [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] This sh** sound like chandeliers, and screen doors sh** 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 sh** feel like cashmere, or a fur coat I feel like money baby, I'ma let the world know Rags to riches, rags to b**hes All of my n***as ride 20 inch chrome Rags to riches, rags to b**hes Money calling, let me talk on the phone [Verse 2] We went from, rags to b**hes 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 sh**s and giggles The sh** is too simple, I'm back on my way up Even got enough dough just for incidentals Feeling hella proper, walked in this b**h 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 sh** I noticed, now notice the focus I've grown with We went from [Outro] Rags to b**hes I promise the grinding be endless Hanging 'round the baddest b**hes 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