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We hopped out of foreigns wearing Balmains
Fell in the cut, called her too
M-M-M-Murda

You need a rich bitch
You need a Benzo
You need a low-key crib
Only the friends know
You need a front page booty on your bimbo
You need to hit a lick
You need to stay low
You need it, ay
You got it, yeah
You need it, ay
You got it, yeah
Murda gon' catch him a body
And then we gon' SKRT in a Rari
And that's why she came to the party
She know we got all the narcotics

You need to act right
You need an angel
I got on Cucinelli's, I don't need to chase hoes
She don't speak no Inglés but she know how the game go
She just touched from Mexico, of course she bought me Pesos
Tell the bitches that my price is going up
I see your favorite rapper waiting on a buss that never come
See a bitch that try to diss me with a Michael Kors clutch
All you niggas trying to stunt on me just started getting paper
She could put you in a Bentley but you probably try to save her
Jay was sitting court side a couple rows in front the Mayor
Showed up looking like a player
I could probably trip a Laker
Or a Pacer, or your bitch
You're lucky I don't wanna take her
Oh!

You need a rich bitch
You need a Benzo
You need a low-key crib
Only the friends know
You need a front page booty on your bimbo
You need to hit a lick
You need to stay low
You need it, ay
You got it, yeah
You need it, ay
You got it, yeah
Murder gon' catch him a body
And then we gon' SKRT in a Rari
And that's why she came to the party
She know we got all the narcotics

We got it
She need it
But I will not tell you my secret
Trust me baby, I'ma keep it
I'll throw your ni*** in the deep end
I hit a lick then I sleep in
You know Scotty, he gon' beam him
Pop a Xan, in my zone
Forget about 'em by the weekend
I know everything she needing
But I don't think she'll be receiving
Getting money and I'm cheesing
I'm the one she believes in
Give them jobs, no Steven
I pay the shooter, we're even
And he don't need a reason
The money'll please him
My lawyer, she frees him
My dope in the ceiling
I block a call, I'm playing defense
It's Donnie, It's Donnie
It's Donnie, It's Donnie
It's Donnie
Repeat it

You need a rich bitch
You need a Benzo
You need a low-key crib
Only the friends know
You need a front page booty on your bimbo
You need to hit a lick
You need to stay low
You need it, ay
You got it, yeah
You need it, ay
You got it, yeah
Murder gon' catch him a body
And then we gon' SKRT in a Rari
And that's why she came to the party
She know we got all the narcotics

See bitches in the Denali
Fam, I go hard on the action
Shorty been picking my brain
Maybe she got the look of my chain
You need some Tom Ford
You don't need a stank hoe, you need a red bone
Ain't talking 'bout stank dogs
You need a fast car, you gotta drive slow
You need a green lawn, watch for the snakes though
You shouldn't get high, when your money low
F*** all that get by, go check your cash flow
I'm tryna chase funds, she tryna leech on
This ain't no pop shit, this is a street song
My bitches share me, they don't get cheated on
Cause I don't get sleeped on

You need a rich bitch
You need a Benzo
You need a low-key crib
Only the friends know
You need a front page booty on your bimbo
You need to hit a lick
You need to stay low
You need it, ay
You got it, yeah
You need it, ay
You got it, yeah
Murda gon' catch him a body
And then we gon' SKRT in a Rari
And that's why she came to the party
She know we got all the narcotics

Yo niggas already know what it is man
It's real shit
All my niggas getting big money
Hoppin outta foreigns, wearing Balmains like its nothing
Scottie's only a call away so quit tripping ni***
We are the six