[Intro]

Rochambeau

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[Pre-Chorus]

I don't really give a fuck 'cause I'm fucked up too

Lot of cash comin' in, count it up like one, two

Girl, you got me on my mind, I can never trust you

I've been busy on my grind, don't give a fuck about you

[Chorus]

You ain't ever see the picture

Every time I open up I think I miss her

I been pourin' up in styrofoam, ain't no more liquor

That girl had me feelin' down, way back when I was with her

Now look, bitch, I'm richer (Now look, bitch, I'm richer)

[Verse]

Yeah (Hey), here we go again

Back up on this pop shit, they ain't feelin' it

He spent like fifty, just to pull up in a Cullinan

That girl broke my heart, so I will never ever trust again (Let's go)

That boy hit mе for a feature

Told 'em, "Hеll nah," his shit was wack, I do not need ya

I won't fall in love again, I promise I don't need her

Told that bitch I'm 'bout my green

Life ain't fair, I know this life is hard

Baby girl left me with a permanent scar

Rock out with my band like we playin' guitars

Pull up in a spaceship, new whip came from Mars

Oh-oh, I've been feelin' brand new

I've been feelin' like money, I hope you feelin' it too

If you tell me you're busy, I'll find me somethin' to do

Probably fuck on your bestie and she be lovin' it too

[Pre-Chorus]

I don't really give a fuck 'cause I'm fucked up too

Lot of cash comin' in, count it up like one, two

Girl, you got me on my mind, I can never trust you

I've been busy on my grind, don't give a fuck about you

[Chorus]

You ain't ever see the picture

Every time I open up I think I miss her

I been pourin' up in styrofoam, ain't no more liquor

That girl had me feelin' down, way back when I was with her

Now look, bitch, I'm richer (Now look, bitch, I'm richer)

[Pre-Chorus]

I don't really give a fuck 'cause I'm fucked up too

Lot of cash comin' in, count it up like one, two

Girl, you got me on my mind, I can never trust you

I've been busy on my grind, don't give a fuck about you

[Chorus]

You ain't ever see the picture

Every time I open up I think I miss her

I been pourin' up in styrofoam, ain't no more liquor

That girl had me feelin' down, way back when I was with her

Now look, bitch, I'm richer (Now look, bitch, I'm richer)