Poor or Rich - Doe Boy

Top shotta, don dada

Man, you know what the fuck goin' on, man

Sledgren

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Doe Beezy)

I don’t talk to opps or no motherfuckin' cops

I just fucked a nigga thot then she told me 'bout his spot

We gon' run in with the chops

Play, get wet up with this mop

Then we run off with his guap

Try to run up, he get shot, yeah

Racks on me, buying out the store, bitch

New designer drip, yeah, these kicks by Dior, bitch

Riding with the chopstick, who you gon' extort, bitch?

I’ma still be hittin' licks rich or poor, bitch (Oh, really?)

All this drip on me, damn, I feel important (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Used to slide in minivans, now it’s Porsches (Zoom)

Hollows in the Glock hot, left 'em scorchin'

Kick his door, he got them babies, we abort shit (Oh, really?)

Don’t come walking through my hood tryna tour, bitch

Police came in asking questions, got ignored, bitch

Keep that 40 on me if I’m poor or rich

Took so long to shoot this clip, I got bored, bitch (Oh, really?)

It’s dirty in my double cup

You funny, you can’t fuck with us

Lil' boy, go toughen up

Pussy need to muscle up

I pull up, get to cuttin' up

This Draco make him double dutch

This goofy fronted us

Now he pissed he can’t get in touch with us

Pull up, he get out of line

You ain’t gang, you not with mine

Glad I never had no nine to five, I work with my nines

All my niggas shoot and rob, bitch, that’s on my mom

He not Taylor Gang but he get tied for them dollar signs (Oh, really?)

Middle finger to my enemies, they not shit to me

Bitch, I hang 'round hundred millionaires, you not rich to me

This AR sing a fuckin' melody, hit a symphony

Just a corny nigga with designer on, that’s not drip to me (Pussy)

Bitch, I’m big Doe Beezy, I’m one hundred, you not half of me

I be talkin' shit but I’m too lit, can’t see when they taggin' me

I can’t let 'em kick it, I don’t know if he gon' blast for me (Pussy)

Really you a rat to me, fuck nigga actually

Pull up to the club, thirty shooters, thirty baddies

I pray he don’t go against the gang, it’s a tragedy

Told my youngin I got a murder for him, he get happy

AK dance like Diddy but this FN sing like Cassie (Oh, really?)

Young nigga geeked off Xannys and Addys

If that pussy nigga want smoke, drop an addy (Doe Beezy)

She wish she could trap me, she mad she can’t have me

You treat her like your wife, but I’m her daughter, I’m her zaddy

Mwah, mwah

I don’t talk to opps or no motherfuckin' cops

I just fucked a nigga thot then she told me 'bout his spot

We gon' run in with the chops

Play, get wet up with this mop

Then we run off with his guap

Try to run up, he get shot, yeah

Racks on me, buying out the store, bitch

New designer drip, yeah, these kicks by Dior, bitch

Riding with the chopstick, who you gon' extort, bitch?

I’ma still be hittin' licks rich or poor, bitch (Doe Beezy)