Lyrics:
Real rich nigga I got vibes in the yacht
(Rich)
Vibes in the spot, big baguette diamond rocks
(Bah)
Baguettes in the watch, glass in the pot
(Glass)
bitches rubbin' (skrrt skrrt)
They like, "Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you thuggin'"? (Why am I thuggin'?)
Big Meech was rich, ain't nobody asked him
to get easy money
Darling, everybody's rich!
And now I'm back being everyone's bitch
My butt hurts and my mouth is always full
I feel rammed by Wall
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
feel like Batman, rockin' on black, bitch, I'm just big Chillin'
I'm rockin' on Moncler, All type of shit, bitch, I'm not kiddin'
I'm just drippin' on, I
whenever you see some hot shit I'm rockin' it first
Shit, droppin' it first
The pardon choppin' it first
Basically when I ride by I'm hurtin' them worse
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
I don't need new friends, I don't like fake hoes
I'm getting big M's, that's how I roll
Ain't ever switch up, now I got big ups
Riding in the Benz
gonna help you when
He stuck in the pen lifes full of choices
You can choose a better life
Start by choosing the telly
We meeting there tonight
I talk
standin' by me
Everybody everybody everybody
Everybody everybody everybody
Everybody everybody everybody
Everybody everybody everybody
Everybody hatin'
standin' by me
Everybody everybody everybody
Everybody everybody everybody
Everybody everybody everybody
Everybody everybody everybody
Everybody hatin'
Everybody's got a lover right by their side
Swingin' to the song
Shawtys got a bit of rhythm and she's rockin' right on
Yeah
Shawtys got a bit of rhythm
make it pour
Big waves, heavy dirt, by the shore
I got racks on racks on racks, still want more (yeah)
I got racks on racks on racks, still want more
talk to me
Come on
Ask around the city
Everybody know how I run this shit
If you ain't gon' shoot the glock then why the fuck you tuckin it
Audemar patek
the cops it's like a big game
The way this youngin popping you would think he got a big aim
But everybody fake, I would never have a big team
Everybody
put some pointers all over my lense
Bitch we be back to back twin turbo twins
I think now that I’m rich I swear everybody kin
Ima switch up my whip if I
a dollar" (I'm like)
I'm too rich, Valentino my collar (I'm like )
Thick bitch can't take this, she holler (I'm like)
A trip by the jeweler, she way too
rockin'
A c'mon everybody get ready to rock
A sure shot, a body rockin'
A c'mon everybody
Dogghouse in ya mouth
(We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse
big enough for eight bitches
Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen
Big Richard hit different (yeah, let's go)
Every car, man, it's mine, never
seen her
Rockin' custom-made drip that was on me
You irrelevant like Rich Homie still I been thinkin' bout her lately
I been all they talk about lately
no slack
Rich boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac
Took it to the chop shop
Got the damn top
behind
I came in this world way beyond my time
And then put in more work in
Than all these niggas combined
Uh, add it up, they don't even do the math
By
fucking basement
Man, that hole was big I couldn't really climb out that shit
Look, I had to live every day down in that shit
Every day that I went by Look,
or rude,
Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood,
And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, and doowutchyalike,
Everybody doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls
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