(Verse)
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I got a tatted up bitch
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Kissin on her titties
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Louie bag, YSL, baddest in the city
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That girl ass juicy
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She got me getting trippy
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She get freaky for the boss
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She know I ball silly
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Look, I’m rich
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(Hook x2)
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I’m racked up, I’m strapped up, I’m rich!
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My car fast, my bitch bad, I’m rich!
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I grind hard, I play hard, I’m rich!
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Fuck yall, I’m rich!
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Fuck yall, I’m rich!
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(Verse)
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Hah! And I’m faded
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All the cars and wardrobe the latest
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And them bottles comin non-stop
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Started from the bottom but a nigga still made it
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Shake down, motherfuck these haters
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Roll up, finna smoke my papers
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What it do tho? I’m a fulo
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Got the new Hublot, car move blow
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Back home from the district, Red Light
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3 chicks at a time, one red light
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Act crazy, I got gunners
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Got work and we doin numbers, New York what?
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All my chicks swagged out
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Out in Vegas I cashed out
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Threw bout 45 racks out
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Then I poured up til I passed out
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Fuck yall, I’m rich
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(Hook)
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I’m racked up, I’m strapped up, I’m rich!
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My car fast, my bitch bad, I’m rich!
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I grind hard, I play hard, I’m rich!
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Fuck yall, I’m rich!
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Fuck yall, I’m rich!
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(Verse)
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Give me my all hail to the king nigga
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Glock 4, my pain killa
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Ain’t stuntin on pussy niggas
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Go and aks yo bitch if she seen realer
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I give er back when I’m done wit er
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Suck it dry, she a babysitter
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I’m in Anguila eatin cooked fritos
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And I smoke the killa in a fly villa
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Ain’t new to this, bitch I’m too legit
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If I’m drivin down then it’s the latest shit
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I ball hard on my bullshit
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I’m like Michael Jordan back in ‘96
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How Stevie Wonder only see this shit
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Probably hit yo girl but I plead the 5th
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Got the sky dwella for the time tella
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Got rich, taste like a wine cellar
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Fuck yall, I’m rich!
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(Verse)
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Bitch a nigga creepin, inside of Central Park
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Blowin money like I’m slingin dope, I ball em all
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If the pussy whack I’ll probably never call tomorrow
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If that pussy good I’ll probably buy the bitch the mall
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Heat game, floor seats, fuck that corner row
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Alley oop, fast break, I could’ve stole the ball
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Blowin money fast like I’m Rafael Andrew
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Kill that pussy, tell that hoe go and call me
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Fuck yall, I’m rich!
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(Verse)
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Fuck yall niggas countin other niggas figures, better know a nigga rich
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I know yo money too short and I be on the west coast, I just told yo bitch
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I heard about yall suckas, yall be chasin after money, I be runnin to the chase
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Now I got so much, new Phantom, I’m like please get the fuck out my motherfuckin face
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Sooner later I’mma check 100 a show, I’m the hottest of this RnB shit and they know it
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That bitch like my money and my weed, she blowin
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In Giuseppes countin paper but these niggas keep goin
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Take a trip, too shorts, make a grip, double that
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Make a flip, bank roll, bless me, I don’t even need a handkerchief
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Fuck yall, I’m rich
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(Hook)
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I’m racked up, I’m strapped up, I’m rich!
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My car fast, my bitch bad, I’m rich!
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I grind hard, I play hard, I’m rich!
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Fuck yall, I’m rich!
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Fuck yall, I’m rich!
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Fuck yall, I’m rich
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Fuck yall, I’m rich
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I'm Rich (Remix)
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| Red Cafe |
