Trust Fund (feat. Rich The Kid)

Could have bought a house, but I bought a Jesus piece

Could have thought they were the feds how they stalkin' me

Could have put her in Chanel, she from overseas

Could have bought a Plain Jane, but her wrist freeze

Pocket full of Maserati, full of swiss cheese

Could have pulled up on a Jet, but did the Jet Skis

X pills triple stacked like Wendy's

Walkin' round with the 9 like I'm Drew Brees

Shootin' those boys, takin' Mickey D's

Tunechi in the lamb truck, I'm in the Bentley B

You was tryna' get a deal, I told him: Sign to me

All my niggas Rich Forever, how it gotta be

Wait, all you niggas bitch forever, you can't lie to me

Better go and get your Reverend, let the choir sing

Goin' hard like a wedding on a Diamond ring

Ar keep spinnin' like a slot machine

Now a nigga Rich Forever, they gon' call me

Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling

I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning

We was getting to them racks while they snoring

Tryna make a mill', that's easy

Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji

The niggas who hatin', they really wan' be me

You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me

Bitch stop, it's lonely at the top

I just heard my ears pop

A fiend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock

Fuck her for some Gucci socks

She gon' have to run the top, for the flip flops

Yeah, boy, stop

Run up on the opp, I just saw his heart drop

My bitches on that base, I feel like a shortstop

And I just caught a case, I'ma s'til ball out

'Til I ain't got no more fouls

Now a nigga Rich Forever, they gon' call me

Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling

I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning

We was getting to them racks while they snoring

Tryna make a mill', that's easy

Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji

The niggas who hatin', they really wan' be me

You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me

I get the bag and go straight to the plug

And I buy his ass out, and now it's a drought

Fuck on my hoe 'til I I tire her ass out

My watch face drippin'

I had to ask it: What you cryin' about?

Flyin' her out

She get back home, she be runnin' her mouth

Pick a Bugatti up, put the Cullinan down

Tell your friends I'll fly every one of them down

Put 'em on a jet, tell 'em meet me in the islands

Said she wanna fuck me and all of my diamonds

My shooter from the trenches, got a chain, yeah, he shinin'

Let Gram drive the Bentley and he crashed on the mileage

I'm Rich like fuck it

If I let her bring a friend, then she fuckin'

I was broke, then a whole lot of somethin'

Haters talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin'

Now a nigga Rich Forever, they gon' call me

Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling

I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning

We was getting to them racks while they snoring

Tryna make a mill', that's easy

Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji

The niggas who hatin', they really wan' be me

You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me

Bitch stop, it's lonely at the top

I just felt my ears pop

A friend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock

Fuck her for some Gucci socks

She gon' have to run the top, for the flip flops

Yeah, boy stop

Pull up on the jet, jet skis, or yacht

Broke bitches that's a pet peeve, call blocked

Pockets like they got hickeys, all knots

We just go to war, no keys, warlock

Ran up on the opp, saw that boy heart drop

Bitches on the base, I feel like a shortstop

I just caught a case, but I s'til ball out

'Til I ain't got no more fouls (woo, ooh, ooh)

Trust Fund