Lyrics:
on some Rick's
Because I'm rich (uh huh)
Spent a hunnid', on my wrist
Now it's froze
(on my wrist, shoutout Froze)
Yeah, you broke, as a joke
I don't smoke
know you barely getting by
You ain't fly
Ya lyin' bout that dough you say you getting'
You ain't fly
In you monkey suits, swearin' that you pimpin'
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm
You don't know what to say
Ain't it funny how the sun can shine
And hide away
And its a long way on a they say highway
I'm still runnin
'bout Gucci Mane
That lil' bitch like, "Burr," why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here?
I got my crib in here, havin'
to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
love Scott, you love the Kid Cudi
I ain't no fucking slouch, show you what I'm 'bout
My energy is a bit too precious, too drenched in them blessings
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
uh
Only way I fly you in, you gotta pull up eatin' dick at the door
I'm on your flight, rich nigga, my wrist bigger, niggas lil' bitty, uh
I just
ain't gon' tell you everything
You get rich off of dope if you let them tell it
Get a scale and a boat, weigh it up and sell it
They got rich off
big for these sack of dope
Started thinking bout a plan to get paid myself
So I made myself, raised myself
Til the dealer on the block told me, "That
(remain, yeah, remain)
I call you my brother, then you my brother
I don't give a fuck 'bout no stain, ayy (no stain, yeah)
You talkin' down on me,
respect
Big coupe, Jaguar, G-5 jets
Young Rich Niggas, Young Rich Niggas
Young Rich Niggas, Young Rich Niggas
Money and the power, you gotta have
Me and Junior, Sonny and Steve hangin' at the fillin' station
And drinkin' Cokes out by the grease rack a week before graduation
Telling lies bout
to
You can swallow me if you want to
Tips hollow, and if you wanna die
Got it on me like, "fuck you"
(Grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
Backwoods, dank rolled big
gonna wait 'til my mama comes
Well, if the rich folks don't eat up
All that good meat, y'all
Mama's gonna bring me some
Talkin' bout that
Cold bolonga
we drinkin'?
Big Gotti, I do big shit, I don't know what you niggas thinkin'
Yeah, yeah
Sometimes I cry when I'm alone
Most times I don't answer
nasty mothafucka'
You a kid-drinkin' bitch
I can't say nothin' 'bout that nigga
I'm too rich
I know pillow talkin' cost, it sank ships
Bitch, take this
a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good though
Ladies say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big
ugly as fuck
(You out of pocket)
Huh, two ATMs (hah, hah, hah, hah)
You steppin' or what? (You out of pocket, huh)
Who you think they talk 'bout
I ain't have shit, now I'm rich, niggas salty (fake)
Sippin' on that Triss, drinkin' Wock', drankin' Hi-C (syrup)
I don't promote drugs 'til one
rich forever (Mula, baby)
We gon' be rich forever (yeah, Mula, bae)
Rich forever, sitting on leather
If you hating god bless you
Like you sniffed some
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