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veeze - rich no duh lyrics

[intro]
(marc boomin, this you?)
duh+uh
(ayy, nard)

[chorus]
rich, no duh (no duh)
b+tch, i’m the plug (b+tch, i’m the plug)
bl!ck in the club (bl!ck in the club)
switch on the gun (switch on the gun)
expensive+ass cup (uh)
bad b+tch, no cuff

[verse 1]
i can’t be rubbed wrong without seein’ blood
hundred pair of jeans and they all a thousand+plus
i ain’t got it on me, this ain’t nothin’ but a dub (nah)
if i told you what i spent this month, it’d f+ck you up
poppin’ ace of sp+ces, f+ck, i think i’m mr. rugs (huh?)
way i run the plays, man, i should be screamin’, “hut” (hut)
we ain’t catching fades, put your ass next to the sun
take your lemonade, made that b+tch look like a plum (what the h+ll?)
money different shade, rainbow, it’s a punk
all my money blue, think it’s sad, need a hug (bee)
even though she love me, show that b+tch no love (show that b+tch no lovе)
i don’t give a f+ck, f+ck, f+ck, f+ck, f+ck (i swear to god)
thesе blood diamonds on my neck, r.i.p. hutch (r.i.p. hutch)
only time i sip on deleón, i’m with puff
orange, white, pink like the hair on lil pump (huh?)
two girls, one me, feel i’m getting ambushed (gettin’ ambushed)
call me king bait, n+gga, i just be playin’ dumb (just be playin’ dumb)
you ain’t worth my dap, give your ass a fist bump (n+gga)
b+tch don’t wanna leave, that’s why i don’t like havin’ her come (d+mn)
earl sweatshirt, b+tch, i don’t want no haircut (want no haircut)
[chorus]
i’m rich, no duh (no duh)
b+tch, i’m the plug (b+tch, i’m the plug)
bl!ck in the club (bl!ck in it)
switch on the gun
flinch if you want
rrr, now he done

[verse 2]
i don’t do cuff, pass the b+tch to my brother (yeah)
this oop came from james, boy, i’m clinton capella (don’t talk)
i made a new handshake for me and the bank teller (yeah)
my play a hundred mil’, let me know if you really with it (let me know)
right now, i can’t talk, i’m on a jet eating chicken tenders (nah)
i can’t even get them boys to stop while they spin+a+binnin’
you know he probably fake if he say he a real n+gga (know he probably fake as h+ll)
you know my cup so dark, man, that b+tch a lil’ cotton picker (nah, man)
switchy on that b+tch, spit like it’s eatin’ watermelon
diamonds on a n+gga, camera flashin’, it blind a n+gga
i ain’t ever signed, got the money to sign a n+gga (swear to god)
geeked right now, got scotty with me

[chorus]
b+tch, you know i’m rich, no duh
b+tch, i’m the plug
bl!ck in the club
switch on the gun
expensive+ass cup
bad b+tch, no cuff

- veeze lyrics

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