D. Rich - Wit Me lyrics

[Produced by D Rich] [Hook] I'mma ball till I fall, till you haters come get me Do one for my n***a, drive the Chevy like a Bentley Speed limit a buck twenty, but he doing two fifty Top down, money up, what he screaming? f** with me f** with me, f** with me (let's get this money) f** with me, f** with me (let's get this money) You know I used to drive my Chevy like a Bentley If you talking bout your money my n***a f** with me [Verse 1] f** with a n***a, yeah ain't sh** changed In something half a ticket, top down, switching lanes Still living s**er free, you know how I feel about lames Had to drop a few n***as, y'all ain't feeling my pain I see envy in their eyes I see jealousy in their hearts I ain't see em when I was hiding 8 balls in the yard Penitentiary chest, posted up in the trenches Talking with the tools, yeah the hammers and the wrenches Got the ground up, [?] when I'm in traffic Putting on a show, when you done n***a I'm clapping I mix with water with the yola, arm hammer, made a boulder You think you're paid a lot, wait until you hear the motor [Hook] [Verse 2] Wrap it up, delta dash, Ziploc and Saran that Got one question for you, n***a where them rubber bands at? n***as talking that rich sh**, I'm tryna be wealthy Be around the spinach so that's why I'm eating healthy Yeah we eating good, whole foods, no rice boy 32 millimeter, see it no ice boy I'm living like I'm bullet proof, Makaveli ricochet Life served me lemons n***a, so I made some lemonade All because I sold a little raw together, yeah that notebook Got these motherf**ers acting like they really know you That was 04, ain't nothing stay the same Tunnel vision to the money longer than a train [Hook]