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Phew
Got my ice on, nibba
Phew, how I do it
Hmm, yeah
(Zillo)

[Verse 1]
They like, “How you comin’”? I ain’t got you a check, like Beech, you too worried ’bout me
fukk them nibbas, got rich and I beat the odds, like I ain’t the one you should worry ’bout
Sippin’ raw, pissing codeine and Percocet, PO said I got drug problems
All them playin’ games, I ain’t doin’ no diss songs, choppa knock all the words out him
Saying prayers, starting to feel like I’m hunted, in the Ghost counting dead pres’
Neck hurtin’, my ice might just eat the pain, hard to smile, but I shed tears
Since I’m on, got to make sure my nibbas straight, we been working for twelve years
Dibbin’ graves, same ones we was trappin’ in, ran it up, got the bands hid
I been counting one hand, finger, how many people was there when I need ’em?
Never turned pusee, we pledging allegiance, like fukk who you run with, I be with them tweakers, on God
Nibbas be playin’ two sides, got my position, just playin’ my cards
fukk all that talkin’, we playin’ with rods
Send that boy way to malls, he playin’ with us, nibba
Can’t show us, we ain’t the promoters, playin’ my song, I’ma rain ’til it’s over
Nibbas be hatin’, it ain’t never new, got Uris on eight points, drink with the shofar
Hope B coming home, I pray they parole him
Shit looking closer, can’t wait ’til it’s over
Stay in yo’ lane, ain’t playin’ no games
Go tell them fukk nibbas go play with controllers

[Chorus]
Nibba gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer (Oh)
Stick to the code, I ain’t cuffin’ no Beech (Mm-mm)
Nibbas be hoes, they turn into witness (Phew, yeah)
Stand on my own, ain’t trusting no nibba
Show them boys how to get it, we done turned up the city, nibba

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[Verse 2]
Money and power, respect
Forty’s and choppas, just fly a Patek
Bust down a dweller, them diamonds VS, so it’s nothing but water run down on my neck
Three hundred ‘bows fly on a jet, bought a new Rolls and ride through the ‘jects
Nibbas be cappin’ like they really steppin’, really walking shit down just for the neck, yeah
Lambo’, Offsets, Forgi’s
Rich nibba love sesc, forty
Pills stuffin’, boss Beech, shorty
.30 hangin’ out, big forty
Audermar, Rolls Gold, frosty
Deep dish stackers on the Audi
Fetty, wap, gotta hit the “Dog me”
Fifty racks just to hit parties
I’m really havin’ my way, got three 300k, had a hell of a day
Right off the road, run up a check and got froze, a prone, got racks on the Wraith, nibba
Nibbas be hoes in disguise, oh, he gon’ tell? It’s all in his eyes
Reach for the chain, you know we goin’, we turn his old Beech to the Fourth Of July
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[Chorus]
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer
Stick to the code, I ain’t cuffin’ no Beech
Nibbas be hoes, they turn into witness
Stand on my own, ain’t trusting no nibba
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer, nibba