Chuuwee - Get Rich Quick Lyrics

Bruce Lee Spit Game like scissor kick
And my lightskin bitch getting SZA thick she so intimate

I'm so into it .. to legite to quit
You ain't ever met a nigga with my sentiments

She the shit to men .. but I think my baby momma might be into chicks she be wit the shits

Hit a Sprint to this ... I was chasing after bag
On some goodie mob shit get rich to this

Black Hoodie No Good in the trenches wit
6 niggas and they might have clips with them

We was laughing I see what kinda whip you in
Pay attention I knew that you would slip again

get rich to this on some goodie mob shit get rich to this
Riding real low key in a tinted Benz lil niggas cant see us like censorship
Where you get all the cheese I been pimping pens
Counting big face bills getting dividends
I was at the cantina getting chip to this
All black all black I was dipped in it ... Oooooooo ching ching

You already know I'm finna wreck the beat
Bad yellow bone damn she get sexed to sleep

Wanna know about shorty gotta check with me
Chase Bank Big Hank got a check with me

Super thin long limbs can't flex with me
Got me twisted I feel like Keith sweat with me

All my new shit bumping like leprosy
Getting bags so your watch ain't impressing me

How you feel staying trill till the death of me
Real Niggas Bitches On The Left Of Me

Drug Dealers Couple Killers get respect from me
She might get a pair shoes if she let me peek

Oh I thought you niggas knew I'm finna wreck the beat
Tell the snares and the drums they can rest in peace

Don't test me or calfornia exit me ..
Tell my enemies I'm finna help em rest in peace .. oh boop boop boop boop BOOP