[Intro: A.M.P Fetti]
Aye, damn
Aye
[Chorus: A.M.P Fetti]
We been getting racks, getting to this money
Why these niggas mad? Why they looking for me?
She hope I got that bag now she looking for me
I got that big 40 and a cuban on me
Everyday I gotta get it on
The road to these riches, gotta stack up these bitches yeah, yeah
Gotta watch out for these niggas
Got my eyes on these bitches
Everyday we dirty bitch'n, yeah yeah
[Verse 1: Rich Fetti]
I started with them stones, then I got a zone
Years later I got a million dollar phone
All these racks on me, bitches, they won't leave me 'lone
I'm in the booth getting head while I'm dropping songs
Aye, I got all these women with me
So you know I'm dirty bitch'n
All this liquor in my kidney, aye
This C-class got me sticking
Plus a nigga popped a percy and they got me in my feelings
Rich, bought a pedrone now they got me in the zone
Lil momma said she from Georgia, so she gave me Georgia dome
My old lady left me 'cause she said I do it wrong
I'm steady dirty bitch'n, all these women in my home peasy
[Chorus: A.M.P Fetti]
We been getting racks, getting to this money
Why these niggas mad? Why they looking for me?
She hope I got that bag now she looking for me
I got that big 40 and a cuban on me
Everyday I gotta get it on
The road to these riches, gotta stack up these bitches yeah, yeah
Gotta watch out for these niggas
Got my eyes on these bitches
Everyday we dirty bitch'n, yeah yeah
[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
I just gave a hundred to my 'fam (Oh-oh-oh)
G1 choppin' all them grams (Get this molly rock)
And you know I'm boolin' with Lil Ram (Ayy, keep a Glock)
We were locked up in the gram (Oh God)
Shawty eat the dick just like some ham (Like some ham)
I don't eat meat, bitch I'm a pescatarian (No cap)
Pull up with that Glock, nigga, you a vegetarian
Niggas are really experienced, they run into the police (We with it)
Hustlin', grindin', nigga you know (Oh)
All these freaky ass hoes 'wan go ('Wan go)
That bitch look like she got a deep throat (Deep throat)
And I got deep pockets, so what's up with this dough (Damn)
[Chorus: A.M.P Fetti]
We been getting racks, getting to this money
Why these niggas mad? Why they looking for me?
She hope I got that bag now she looking for me
I got that big 40 and a cuban on me
Everyday I gotta get it on
The road to these riches, gotta stack up these bitches yeah, yeah
Gotta watch out for these niggas
Got my eyes on these bitches
Everyday we dirty bitch'n, yeah yeah
[Verse 3: A.M.P Fetti]
I might pull up in the wraith
Getting money, now we moving state to state
Got my momma a new house with a gate
Got it all on the block selling weight
Yeah, everyday I'm tryna get it
Dirty bitch'n on the vixens
Wanna pop her a pilly, yeah yeah
Tryna stack up a milli' on the road to these riches
Gotta keep the tunnel vision
100k in jewels got a nigga looking blingy
My finger on the triggy
Miss me with that slick shit
I'm straight from the trenches
I'm headed to the heels
Man I swear we did it all without a deal, yeah
[Chorus: A.M.P Fetti]
We been getting racks, getting to this money
Why these niggas mad? Why they looking for me?
She hope I got that bag now she looking for me
I got that big 40 and a cuban on me
Everyday I gotta get it on
The road to these riches, gotta stack up these bitches yeah, yeah
Gotta watch out for these niggas
Got my eyes on these bitches
Everyday we dirty bitch'n, yeah yeah
Aye, damn
Aye
[Chorus: A.M.P Fetti]
We been getting racks, getting to this money
Why these niggas mad? Why they looking for me?
She hope I got that bag now she looking for me
I got that big 40 and a cuban on me
Everyday I gotta get it on
The road to these riches, gotta stack up these bitches yeah, yeah
Gotta watch out for these niggas
Got my eyes on these bitches
Everyday we dirty bitch'n, yeah yeah
[Verse 1: Rich Fetti]
I started with them stones, then I got a zone
Years later I got a million dollar phone
All these racks on me, bitches, they won't leave me 'lone
I'm in the booth getting head while I'm dropping songs
Aye, I got all these women with me
So you know I'm dirty bitch'n
All this liquor in my kidney, aye
This C-class got me sticking
Plus a nigga popped a percy and they got me in my feelings
Rich, bought a pedrone now they got me in the zone
Lil momma said she from Georgia, so she gave me Georgia dome
My old lady left me 'cause she said I do it wrong
I'm steady dirty bitch'n, all these women in my home peasy
[Chorus: A.M.P Fetti]
We been getting racks, getting to this money
Why these niggas mad? Why they looking for me?
She hope I got that bag now she looking for me
I got that big 40 and a cuban on me
Everyday I gotta get it on
The road to these riches, gotta stack up these bitches yeah, yeah
Gotta watch out for these niggas
Got my eyes on these bitches
Everyday we dirty bitch'n, yeah yeah
[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
I just gave a hundred to my 'fam (Oh-oh-oh)
G1 choppin' all them grams (Get this molly rock)
And you know I'm boolin' with Lil Ram (Ayy, keep a Glock)
We were locked up in the gram (Oh God)
Shawty eat the dick just like some ham (Like some ham)
I don't eat meat, bitch I'm a pescatarian (No cap)
Pull up with that Glock, nigga, you a vegetarian
Niggas are really experienced, they run into the police (We with it)
Hustlin', grindin', nigga you know (Oh)
All these freaky ass hoes 'wan go ('Wan go)
That bitch look like she got a deep throat (Deep throat)
And I got deep pockets, so what's up with this dough (Damn)
[Chorus: A.M.P Fetti]
We been getting racks, getting to this money
Why these niggas mad? Why they looking for me?
She hope I got that bag now she looking for me
I got that big 40 and a cuban on me
Everyday I gotta get it on
The road to these riches, gotta stack up these bitches yeah, yeah
Gotta watch out for these niggas
Got my eyes on these bitches
Everyday we dirty bitch'n, yeah yeah
[Verse 3: A.M.P Fetti]
I might pull up in the wraith
Getting money, now we moving state to state
Got my momma a new house with a gate
Got it all on the block selling weight
Yeah, everyday I'm tryna get it
Dirty bitch'n on the vixens
Wanna pop her a pilly, yeah yeah
Tryna stack up a milli' on the road to these riches
Gotta keep the tunnel vision
100k in jewels got a nigga looking blingy
My finger on the triggy
Miss me with that slick shit
I'm straight from the trenches
I'm headed to the heels
Man I swear we did it all without a deal, yeah
[Chorus: A.M.P Fetti]
We been getting racks, getting to this money
Why these niggas mad? Why they looking for me?
She hope I got that bag now she looking for me
I got that big 40 and a cuban on me
Everyday I gotta get it on
The road to these riches, gotta stack up these bitches yeah, yeah
Gotta watch out for these niggas
Got my eyes on these bitches
Everyday we dirty bitch'n, yeah yeah
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