Rich

Bitch, when you speakin' on my gang, put some respect on it

Now she lyin’ to DaBoii, I don't stress on it

Bitch, I don't need a army with me, to the neck totin’

Whole dick down her throat, leave her neck swollen

P-Lo brought the bass back so throw it back, bitch

Hold up, turn the beat up, this shit slap, bitch

I don't shop at Nordstrom Rack, this from Saks Fifth

Oh, you'll kill me over that, hoe? Bro, you that pissed?

****, I done spent 'bout thirty on guns

That we don't flex in videos, we tryna murder you, son

Opps, they always look at me and they just worried because

So much pain that I had felt, that shit turned me a thug

Get out my ear with all that shit that I don't wanna hear

If that **** ain't bust for me, I don’t want him here

****, when the head fire, you ain’t gon' wanna steer

And I just brought three new guns, meet the Musketeers

I got shooters who gon’ catch a whole case in this bitch

Four chains on, cost a Wraith in this bitch

No aim, ****, ain't nobody safe in this bitch

I just pulled up in a foreign, we could race in this bitch

Yeah, them **** on that shit again

Hit that bitch and I hit her friend

And I just spent twenty bands on that drip, baby

Ain't gotta worry 'bout no **** when you rich, baby

Pull up on your block with that show stopper

Chopper make a **** bounce like a low-rider

**** say they got a bag, ain’t got one dollar

How you **** say y'all funk and ain't got one problem?

Hit that pussy out the park, I'ma Barry Bonds it

Threw some diamonds on my bitch, now my bitch shinin'

Catch an M, throw the Glock, then we switch things

Run a **** off the road, we don't switch lanes

Ay, bitch, let me see that big thing

Ay, bitch, back back 'cause your shit stink

Same **** to the death, I don't switch lanes

In a bitch face yellin' "Bitch" like Rick James

I ain't really worried 'bout they ass, bitch, pay me

I ain't givin' no sucker a pass, I ain't savin'

Thought she was gettin' more than dick, the bitch cravin'

Thought that I really fell in love, bitch crazy

I got shooters who gon' catch a whole case in this bitch

Four chains on, cost a Wraith in this bitch

No aim, ****, ain't nobody safe in this bitch

I just pulled up in a foreign, we could race in this bitch

Yeah, them **** on that shit again

Hit that bitch and I hit her friend

And I just spent twenty bands on that drip, baby

Ain't gotta worry 'bout no **** when you rich, baby