I’m tired of catching L's like a fever
I’m tryna change this Tazz into a Beamer
Pop a bottle on a island with a diva
She said she want some more imma feed her
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Imma get it any type of way
If it’s real then you say it to my face
I’m proud to say my niggas are the same
They relate we do this for the cake
That that...
Tito Mboweni! Tito Mboweni! (Sha! sha!) x8
verse 1
Young rich nigga, young rich nigga
I made myself a boss, me a Sim Simma
Man you should see my life it gets litmus
I used to talk shit and now I’m talking 6 figures
Oh boy I’m D with the shit
You should probably leave your girl
If I’m seen with the bitch
The believe ke tseisa bana sedidi cause I’m rich
Got a Bentley and a Bentley major league with the whips
Ntjamme, ntjamme
Ntjamme, ntjamme, ntjamme, ntjamme, ntjamme, ntjamme
You know you rich when everybody say you cousins
And all your bitches wanna hold your hand in public
But that shit never fly like I'm Dj Khaled
I'm a problem, I'm a big one
Custom watches got a nigga dancing with the wrist up
Out in DBN they love the boy like he Mampintsha
Started at the bottom
Now we feasting on some dim sum
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verse 2
I’m the man I'm legit
Just spent 10 on a crib
Bitch I look like a superstar
From whatever angle, it's lit
I’m a real nigga with real jewelry
Fuck fake news, fuck fake friends
Tell everybody I'm your very first
And before me you used to hate men
If you don't,then bitch I’m gone
Hop in the Rarri, foot to the floor
I'm rocking Versace, but I smell like Dior
Hop in my transie, ke go tsenye dilong
I'm a go-getter, and there’s no better
Zinja zami be zihlupheka, feeling so set up
By the system, even wrote letters
And approached members, of the government
That won't help us
Fuck 'em, we so fed up
Man we tryna get to Coachella
We have goals phela, Minnie's married
Amber Rosè better know I’m close
And I'm so determined go mo rotela
And I, won't settle
We will compromise on no level, On no level
Man I'm tired
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