red cafe - i'm rich (remix) lyrics
(verse)
i got a tatted up b-tch
kissin on her t-tties
louie bag, ysl, baddest in the city
that girl -ss juicy
she got me getting trippy
she get freaky for the boss
she know i ball silly
look, i’m rich
(hook x2)
i’m racked up, i’m strapped up, i’m rich!
my car fast, my b-tch bad, i’m rich!
i grind hard, i play hard, i’m rich!
f-ck yall, i’m rich!
f-ck yall, i’m rich!
(verse)
hah! and i’m faded
all the cars and wardrobe the latest
and them bottles comin non-stop
started from the bottom but a n-gg- still made it
shake down, motherf-ck these haters
roll up, finna smoke my papers
what it do tho? i’m a fulo
got the new hublot, car move blow
back home from the district, red light
3 chicks at a time, one red light
act crazy, i got gunners
got work and we doin numbers, new york what?
all my chicks swagged out
out in vegas i cashed out
threw bout 45 racks out
then i poured up til i p-ssed out
f-ck yall, i’m rich
(hook)
i’m racked up, i’m strapped up, i’m rich!
my car fast, my b-tch bad, i’m rich!
i grind hard, i play hard, i’m rich!
f-ck yall, i’m rich!
f-ck yall, i’m rich!
(verse)
give me my all hail to the king n-gg-
glock 4, my pain killa
ain’t stuntin on p-ssy n-gg-s
go and aks yo b-tch if she seen realer
i give er back when i’m done wit er
suck it dry, she a babysitter
i’m in anguila eatin cooked fritos
and i smoke the killa in a fly villa
ain’t new to this, b-tch i’m too legit
if i’m drivin down then it’s the latest sh-t
i ball hard on my bullsh-t
i’m like michael jordan back in ‘96
how stevie wonder only see this sh-t
probably hit yo girl but i plead the 5th
got the sky dwella for the time tella
got rich, taste like a wine cellar
f-ck yall, i’m rich!
(verse)
b-tch a n-gg- creepin, inside of central park
blowin money like i’m slingin dope, i ball em all
if the p-ssy whack i’ll probably never call tomorrow
if that p-ssy good i’ll probably buy the b-tch the mall
heat game, floor seats, f-ck that corner row
alley oop, fast break, i could’ve stole the ball
blowin money fast like i’m rafael andrew
kill that p-ssy, tell that hoe go and call me
f-ck yall, i’m rich!
(verse)
f-ck yall n-gg-s countin other n-gg-s figures, better know a n-gg- rich
i know yo money too short and i be on the west coast, i just told yo b-tch
i heard about yall suckas, yall be chasin after money, i be runnin to the chase
now i got so much, new phantom, i’m like please get the f-ck out my motherf-ckin face
sooner later i’mma check 100 a show, i’m the hottest of this rnb sh-t and they know it
that b-tch like my money and my weed, she blowin
in giuseppes countin paper but these n-gg-s keep goin
take a trip, too shorts, make a grip, double that
make a flip, bank roll, bless me, i don’t even need a handkerchief
f-ck yall, i’m rich
(hook)
i’m racked up, i’m strapped up, i’m rich!
my car fast, my b-tch bad, i’m rich!
i grind hard, i play hard, i’m rich!
f-ck yall, i’m rich!
f-ck yall, i’m rich!
f-ck yall, i’m rich
f-ck yall, i’m rich
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