A Boogie wit da Hoodie — 30 in a 40

[Intro] (Mano) (OG Parker) [Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] Rags to the riches that [?] if you got it girl I can get you bags any minute and they might be mad if I hit it, You'll be looking all exotic girl, used to skip class for the vicious Knew that I was nasty already You be taking forever girl you need to get dressed up already and I'ma go as fast as you let me, like I'm taking the adderall, girl I'ma focus on, on that pussy You my girl, you my homie, I'ma tell you right now I ain't got no time for the phonies, 30 thou in your Rollie, rather get caught with it than without it, I keep it on me Don't you tell on your homies, if you tell on anybody, don't act like you know me Yous a rat you the police, all the bitches I ever wanted only ask me for money Don't act like you know me, temporary bitches only there for the motherfuckin money (yeah) Young rich nigga bout my motherfuckin money (yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Don Q] Got some niggas out west and you know they some demons (yeah) If I hit it then you know, that's my secret (yeah) Shorty acting like a joke of that bitch, she tweaking (yeah) She cryin' like a super soaker for the kid, she leaking (yeah) Only time you see me, it's through a camera I got some money, got bitches and they bananas I could buy you anything just call me Santa We can count on the money cause you're the [?] You were sleeping on me, that's why I came up I came with the gang, you know that we turning up I'm with A Boogie and we pulling up in Bentley trucks Choppa knock'em down, how you like that sound Have you ever seen a 40 with a 30 round (round)