Marathon Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

Read the full Marathon lyrics by Real Boston Richey along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Real Boston Richey’s music, you can also explore Kick Flavor and Bring Dat P, two other songs by Real Boston Richey.

[Intro]
Hey, what’s up? Where we eating?
Benihana, Ruth Chris, steak, lobster?
S*it, I was thinking Wendy’s (Uh)
You need to boss your life up and turn on that new Boston
At least he know how to treat a b!tch (Known to let that MAC fly just like my n!gga Doe)
Hell naw, fu*k that trick-ass n!gga, yeah
You just a hating-ass n!gga, broke, dusty, musty, crusty (Uh, come on)
You just hating ’cause you don’t serve more bags than him (I’m like, uh)

[Verse 1]
Bae, you too bad for you not to have no bag, hold on

Your n!gga up? Why he ain’t spend no cash? Uh
She pulling up, walk out with shopping bags, yeah
Bae, I’m the realest n!gga you never had
Ain’t s*it to spend no cash
Bragging on that n!gga, tell me what the fu*k he spent
I can go get ten bad b!tches that’ll tell you that I done spent
N!ggas fake tricking, Richey Rich the real biggest trick
If I like a b!tch, I ain’t wasting time, I go and bust her wrist
All the bad b!tches want me
When you got that paper, it’ll turn a b!tch holy
You and your friends bad, buy you a Rollie, Rollie, Rollie
Why you bragging on that n!gga? Bae, that pu*sy n!gga owe me
Take my time with a bad b!tch, I gotta fu*k her slowly
When I bust you down put a hashtag and say, “He froze me”
This tricking s*it go OD

[Chorus]
Bae, you finer than a b!tch, you nothing like my last b!tch
Catch a bad b!tch and spend it on her, that s*it a habit
We ain’t running out of paper, stupid b!tch, we mad rich
Bragging ’cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain’t had s*it
I’m too turnt to get her hair done
Type of n!gga to give her 20K to buy a hair salon
Talking that rich s*it, ain’t bought s*it, then he ain’t having nothing
Tell that n!gga to buy you a Goyard bag if he having something

Take a n!gga b!tch, running laps with her like a marathon

[Verse 2]
Richey Rich a real bad-b!tch snatcher
She popping s*it on IG, that’s the b!tch I’m running after
All these b!tches want these racks, ain’t a b!tch that I can’t capture
All these n!ggas riding waves, all these pu*sy n!ggas cappers, uh
Bad b!tch, you want a Rollie or a chain?
I fu*ked the b!tch good, I made the b!tch throw up the gang
I’m really having M’s, go tell your n!gga stay in his lane

[Chorus]
Bae, you finer than a b!tch, you nothing like my last b!tch
Catch a bad b!tch and spend it on her, that s*it a habit
We ain’t running out of paper, stupid b!tch, we mad rich
Bragging ’cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain’t had s*it
I’m too turnt to get her hair done
Type of n!gga to give her 20K to buy a hair salon
Talking that rich s*it, ain’t bought s*it, then he ain’t having nothing
Tell that n!gga to buy you a Goyard bag if he having something
Take a n!gga b!tch, running laps with her like a marathon