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Juicy (yo)
Nav-y
(Yo Pi'erre, wanna come out here?) 
Ayy

Rich nigga shit, calamari
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari (ayy)
Brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street
Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on my belly (yeah)

I just spent your salary
Walked inside of the exhibit and bought the gallery (uh, uh-huh)
I'm so wealthy, I done bought out on my cavities (yeah, uh-huh)
Havin' sex with your old lady, I lost calories (yeah, uh-huh)
Rich shit, I'm playin' Louis ping-pong with my bestie (yeah, uh)
Made a TV show with some lesbians (uh-huh)
Like the TV show, I done next'ed (uh)
G-Star, pull your thorns out your carat (uh-huh)
Bought my dawg a new kennel, it's a palace (grah, grah, grah)
I'm the fortune, and the winners wanna bash me (skrt, skrt, skrt)
I rock minks when it ain't December 'cause my diamonds (drip, drip, drip)
Women lie and men lie, but not this money (bitch, bitch)
I'm a realer, call Coachella, tell 'em comin' in Margiela
I don't like her, I can't sweat her, I just come and keep it mellow
I got ninety pills on me like I'm, Julius Peppers
Rolls-Royce truck umbrella, goin' for my brother

Rich nigga shit, calamari
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari (ayy)
Brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street
Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on my belly (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Back in 'em days, minimum wage
Now a nigga up top, gettin' too paid
Slide on a opp block with a Blu-Ray
Extended clip, we movie gang
Your boyfriend like, "Ooh, she can't"
Went and took her anyway
Now he want his girl back
F*ck you, have a nice day (yeah)
Burberry on my coat
If it's a problem, I'm pullin' up, ten-four
Walk in his house, smoke a nigga like indo
Percocet popper, don't f*ck with the benzos
Party in the brib, hit the line for the info
Murder every nigga, murder every instrumental
They not my kinfolk
They finna get fucked up when I hop out the Benz like Rambo, uh, uh
Shit, I made the devil dance
Leanin' all over this song, don't think I stand a chance
Separate my rights from my wrongs, to never be wrong again
I'm DJ Khaled with it all 'cause all I do is win

Rich nigga shit, calamari
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari (ayy)
Brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street
Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on my belly

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