Wylie - Rich Forever II lyrics

[Verse 1: Wy~lie] I just pulled up in Atlanta I ain't worried about the scammers Pour a four inside a Fanta And all my b**hes they outstanding I'm smoking gas that's out the function I f** my b**h inside the function I ain't worried about nothin I stack my bread I ain't bluffin All these b**hes wanna talk I'm just tryna stack it up Throw my money in the club Make it back we f** it up Cocain rang rover Pullin up four doors Hopping out like woah And I'm feelin so slow All this lean gotta go Smokin weed by the O Me and Rich on the road [Hook] Freshin Oh we finessing And we rich forever Got b**hes far settle [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] I just pulled up Atlanta Pour a four inside a Fanta Money old like your grandma f**in your b**h on a camera Black and white print like a panda Flippin network like a sandal Play with my n***as we damage you I gotta [?] that go shoot Extra clips on the roof Don't play with me I roll with the hammer Put this dick in her mouth like bananas [?] Money got grey how you like nana Bet she gonna lie to you I f**ed around and lost the roof [?] She s** it I give her the boot Bet she gonna lie to you At work she pull up at about 2 I hit her and pa** to the crew You kissing and calling her boo And I hang with the k**ers like a [?] Lean to much got juice Ridin around the city in the coup Can't f** the b**h the p**y to loose [Hook] Freshin Oh we finessing And we rich forever Got b**hes far settle