rubens pulling hundreds out the bag yeah he do this shit
richest in my city you know we rule this shit
yeah i caught a body but you cant prove i did
and while you sleep, took your wallet, to let you know i slid
discretely
every other one wanna be me
i am ahead of them, they cant see me
i took this fame, Built my name, and you got greedy
i had to do it to em
had to do it to em
had to do it to em
had to do it to em
Giving back to bro handing him band for band
He was here when you was not, thats a real man
and he slid when i asked him to
wasnt no bitch with no attitude
he got paid now hes building up his check yeah
got the ice you can see it on my neck yeah
this is real shit not no VVS nah nah nah
Give me your advice, wait sike, blah blah blah
blah blah blah
gimme good advice and i go blah blah blah blah
i richer than you and you and you and you and you and you and you and your mom
thats why i write every word i do and then i make it a song
you can hate or love or shame or sum but i still made it happen
Ruben got the bread in the bank yeah i know it
he know to keep it hidden cause its bad to show it
and im writing on this beat man i feel like a poet
i might go to fast i just might have to slow it
might have to slow it down
slow it down
slow it down
might have time slow it down