〈Verse〉 I'm just trying to get rich and I'm trying to move out I got good pills and they come from the south Why you sound so ghetto? Bitch, watch your mouth You a lame ass ho, give a fuck about some clout Pull up to the lo, we gon' see what you about I'm just trying to see that money, yeah, I'm on that route Said you make big plays, I'ma trust my doubt And I can't trust a ho 'cause they all be the same Quit showing me plays, you a broke, you a lame That bitch ran through and she love them trains Pull up to the bank, got to check these gains Got metal in my arm, I'ma feel when it rains Smokeout in my ear when I hit these stains
smokeout - route | Lyrics {Verse} I'm just trying to get rich and I'm trying to move out I got good pills and they come from the south Why you sound so ghetto? Bitch, watch your mouth You