Poor or Rich

I don't talk to opps or no motherfuckin' cops
 I just fucked a nigga thot then she told me 'bout his spot
 We gon' run in with the chops
 Play, get wet up with this mop
 Then we run off with his guap
 Try to run up, he get shot, yeah
 Racks on me, buying out the store, bitch
 New designer drip, yeah, these kicks by dior, bitch
 Riding with the chopstick, who you gon' extort, bitch?
 I'ma still be hittin' licks rich or poor, bitch (oh, really?)
 All this drip on me, damn, I feel important (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Used to slide in minivans, now it's porsches (zoom)
 Hollows in the glock hot, left 'em scorchin'
 Kick his door, he got them babies, we abort shit (oh, really?)
 Don't come walking through my hood tryna tour, bitch
 Police came in asking questions, got ignored, bitch
 Keep that 40 on me if I'm poor or rich
 Took so long to shoot this clip, I got bored, bitch (oh, really?)
 It's dirty in my double cup
 You funny, you can't fuck with us
 Lil' boy, go toughen up
 Pussy need to muscle up
 I pull up, get to cuttin' up
 This draco make him double dutch
 This goofy fronted us
 Now he pissed he can't get in touch with us
 Pull up, he get out of line
 You ain't gang, you not with mine
 Glad I never had no nine to five, I work with my nines
 All my niggas shoot and rob, bitch, that's on my mom
 He not Taylor gang but he get tied for them dollar signs (oh, really?)
 Middle finger to my enemies, they not shit to me
 Bitch, I hang 'round hundred millionaires, you not rich to me
 This AR sing a fuckin' melody, hit a symphony
 Just a corny nigga with designer on, that's not drip to me (pussy)
 Bitch, I'm big Doe Beezy, I'm one hundred, you not half of me
 I be talkin' shit but I'm too lit, can't see when they taggin' me
 I can't let 'em kick it, I don't know if he gon' blast for me (pussy)
 Really you a rat to me, fuck nigga actually
 Pull up to the club, thirty shooters, thirty baddies
 I pray he don't go against the gang, it's a tragedy
 Told my youngin I got a murder for him, he get happy
 AK dance like Diddy but this fn sing like cassie (oh, really?)
 Young nigga geeked off xannys and addys
 If that pussy nigga want smoke, drop an addy (doe Beezy)
 She wish she could trap me, she mad she can't have me
 You treat her like your wife, but I'm her daughter, I'm her zaddy
 Mwah, mwah
 I don't talk to opps or no motherfuckin' cops
 I just fucked a nigga thot then she told me 'bout his spot
 We gon' run in with the chops
 Play, get wet up with this mop
 Then we run off with his guap
 Try to run up, he get shot, yeah
 Racks on me, buying out the store, bitch
 New designer drip, yeah, these kicks by dior, bitch
 Riding with the chopstick, who you gon' extort, bitch?
 I'ma still be hittin' licks rich or poor, bitch