Rich (feat. Hustleman Quise)

Ay, let's go

We got Bailey off in this bih, let's go, let's go, ****

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Y-R-N, no, I ain't the Migo, but still I'm a young rich **** (Migo)

Double S-O, superstar zone lit, baby, you know that's the memo

Got a bag on my chain, bag on my wrist, try to reach for my shit, make 'em dance like the thriller

All these **** be soft, tender, why beat by a bitch if you know I didn't hit her?

Nighttime to sunrise I'm beatin' the road, I ain't gon' stop 'til my pockets on swole

Told lil' mama I don't even chase my liquor, so what the fuck I look like chasin' a hoe?

Get the pack in, know we gettin' it gone, cops here now, ain't no rightin' no wrongs

If I lose out today, before I beg any ****, I post on that block like my last name Malone

Fresh new chain, fresh new fit, blew a couple bands just to ice my wrist

And there'll be stans, they know I treat, finna go to Icebox just to ice by bitch

Young ass ****, I been shit poppin', why they surprised that I popped my shit?

Since a young ass ****, I was a big shit talker, would get paid just to talk my shit

'Member they used to go sleep on a ****, woke they ass up, got they ass out of bed

Yeah, I got this trap phone boomin', don't call the phone if it ain't about the bread

I'm ten toes down when it comes to that business, I mean what I meant, and I said what I said

Got melatonin up in this Glock, if a **** wan' play, then we comin' and put shit to bed

Y-R-N, no, I ain't the Migo, but still I'm a young rich ****

Double S-O, superstar zone lit, baby, you know that's the memo

Got a bag on my chain, bag on my wrist, try to reach for my shit, make 'em dance like the thriller

All these **** be soft, tender, why beat by a bitch if you know I didn't hit her?

T-R-P, rich trap ****, I'm known to get a lot every week

D-I-E, **** gon' die if he reach for a chain on this T

M-O-B, they way that we move you would think that we Team Big Meech

Real dope boy, grab me a love from L.A. get 'em back to the D

I'm a real trapper for real, I'm on the block, but my house on the hill

Throwin' LV just to count up a mill'

Don't leave the hood 'til my trap house filled, ****

Bitch so bad, she boujee, soon as I see her, I smack on her booty

Sold me a box, so I'm rubbin' on coochie

Bitch look good, finna throw in Gucci

Y-R-N, no, I ain't the Migo, but still I'm a young rich ****

Double S-O, superstar zone lit, baby, you know that's the memo

Got a bag on my chain, bag on my wrist, try to reach for my shit, make 'em dance like the thriller

All these **** be soft, tender, why beat by a bitch if you know I didn't hit her?

Yeah, ay, why beat by a bitch if you know I didn't hit her?

Yeah, yeah, why beat by a bitch if you know I didn't hit her?

Let's go ****