R.T.F.

By Apollo Woods

Released on July 12, 2019

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Yeah, aye


[Chorus: Apollo Woods]

Make that money, we rather be rich in here than famous

Say you know me but I don't even know what your name is

She call me papi, that's all I know don't speak no English

Just some young niggas trying to be richer than famous


[Verse 1: Apollo Woods]

Yeah, what your name is (Aye)

Baby I'm a baller, Calvin Cambridge (Aye)

Oh, you got my music on your playlist

That's why I fuck with you we on the same shit (Aye, yeah)

I can never pass on that ass

Suited head to toe 'cause she got class on that ass

Call me Forest Gump, I hit the dash on that ass (Aye)

Forest fire squad, blowing cash, rolling grass (Aye)

Yeah, young devil with a halo, shooters move when I say so

Had to put them on a payroll

Hit a lick, gotta lay low, yeah I'm all about the pesos

Getting money, fuck the government

Got her screaming out my government

Get a bag and I run with it, yeah


[Chorus: Apollo Woods]

Make that money, we rather be rich in here than famous

Say you know me but I don't even know what your name is

She call me papi, that's all I know don't speak no English

Just some young niggas trying to be richer than famous

Aye, trying to be richer than famous

She call me papi that's all I know don't speak no English

Say you know me, but I don't even know what your name is

Just some young niggas trying to be richer that famous


[Verse 2: King Gill]

Niggas be watching me steady be watching me while I go get this bag

Nothing but followers trying to get followers like a lost puppy they sad (Yeah, uh)

I want the smoke, breaking them down with the four

Look at them begging for more, they better stay on their toes

'Bout to take you back to school (Yeah)

Look, I am a dynasty

I got the mind to see the things that you been trying to see

Fake bitch get off of me, ain't no loyalty

Think you know a G, that heater pressed up against the cheek

Pressing the issue, if you got an issue, lets put it out on the table

King and Apollo, no we the first sons, like Cain and Abel

Travel the country, got so many ones, no this not a fable

Crossing the border, I'm rolling the blunt, elevators on the way though


[Chorus: Apollo Woods]

Yeah, make that money, we rather be rich in here than famous

Say you know me but I don't even know what your name is

She call me papi, that's all I know don't speak no English

Just some young niggas trying to be richer than famous

Aye, trying to be richer than famous

She call me papi that's all I know don't speak no English

Say you know me, but I don't even know what your name is

Just some young niggas trying to be richer that famous