Rich N***a Shit (with Juice WRLD)

Juicy

(Yo)

Navy

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Ayy

Rich **** shit, calamaris

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)

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 all my cavities (Uh-huh)

Havin' sex with your old lady, I lost calories (Uh-huh)

Rich shit, I'm playin' Louis ping-pong with my bestie (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 dog a new kennel, it's a palace (Grah, grah, grah)

I'm the fortune and the winners wanna best 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 'rilla, call Coachella, tell 'em comin' in Margiela

I don't like her, I can't sweat her, I just cum and keep it mellow

I got ninety pills on me like I'm Julius Peppers

Rolls-Royce truck umbrella

Go in for my brother

Rich **** shit, calamaris

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, yeah)

Back in 'em days, minimum wage

Now a **** 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, fuck you, have a nice day (Yeah)

Burberry on my coat

If it's a problem, I'm pulling up ten-four

Walk in his house, smoke a **** like indo

Percocet popper, don't fuck with the benzos

Party in the brib, hit the line for the info

Murder every ****, murder every instrumental

They not my kinfolk

They finna get fucked up when I hop out the Benz like Rambo, uh

Uh, shit'll make 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 **** shit, calamaris

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