TUFFBOYS - Datway lyrics

[Hook] x6 Rich I go dat way, b**h I go dat way [Verse 1] Which way? Dat way, rich way Making the fetti, it's been made, fake homies been fake b**hes be snake-ing like Gucci, I count up the racks and I'm looking like Tunechi Mixing the Raf with the Louis, you talk it but I really do's it Boys talking sh** up on internet, counting the racks yeah I'm into that Counting that fetti, that mula, that benji, f** with me 'cos I got tendencies, making the gwop got me ten of these My new b**h foreign from Tennessee, does it even if they ain't f**ing letting me Who is this b**h to me? What can you do to me? Broke boy be flexing the j**ellery Tuffboys be posted like soldiers, you get us but you do not know us The shine on my wrist yeah I glow up, I goes up and never been taken down My new b**h naked now, all of these homies be snaking now 500 just for the festival, vegan b**hes eat me up like a vegetable, get your main b**h to s** up on my testicles Vegan habits 'cos I want all these carrots, I dress up and leave you embarra**ed I'm bleaching my hair and they staring Everyone knows that I does it, you do it, you buggin, we posted With homies from Texas to London, my brother he get me, he got you You acting that opera, you bluffing, homies will pop up and pop you Just for the product: that Gucci, that Ricky, that Prada Got a lot but I want more, one way, which way? Dat way, b**h I go dat way [Hook] x6 Rich I go dat way, b**h I go dat way [Verse 2] He making the fetti that sh** sounding weird He say he is gang but that boy never here 24/7 my gang we be posted, he talkin that sh** he get roasted Like bacon he sizzle, this sh** leave him cripple 'Cos we ain't with f**ery, f** with me I got crew leave you burnt, bu*tery You is so under me, wannabe me Leave you on the streets, you be walking like the zombies be Your b**h wan' be busting me Told momma stay back, 'cos sh** could get ugly Tell me who f**ing with me, and tell me which crew be up next T to the U to the double the F Walk on the street and you b**hes respect, dapping me up 'cos Llehna be the best Now tell me who really about it, and tell me who really g-got it And tell me this sh** ain't no stopping, and tell me this sh** be nostalgic And tell me who really got problems, 'cos we be popping Like the firecrackers, 'cos we ain't no actors And we 'bout that action, and we never slacking From Japanese sandals, to Japanese flannel My Japanese b**h that you b**hes can't handle One way, dat way, b**h I go dat way, rich I go dat way [Hook] x6 Rich I go dat way, b**h I go dat way