(Yeah, yeah)
I let security pull up for you (Yeah, yeah)
I’m the only nigga that’ll take a bullet for you (Yeah, yeah)
Plain Jane, I don’t even do the bust down (Yeah)
(Skip got that bounce, it go crazy)
I went straight to the Mase’, ain’t have a Honda (Skrrt)
Plug callin’ my phone like a baby mama
She won’t tell me she love me, I’m fuckin’ on her (Fuckin’ on her)
Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag)
Always keep ‘bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks)
Always steppin’, nobody ain’t steppin’ for me (Facts)
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch ain’t mine, she owned by the streets
Going out sad, that can’t be me (Me)
Pussy real good, but it come with a fee (Fee)
He got a Lamb’, but it come with a lease (Skrrt)
Look at my neck and wrist on fleek (On fleek)
Chopper bullets sting like a bumblebee (Baow, baow, baow)
Head real good, don’t scrape with her teeth (Teeth)
Work at the bank, but she fuck for the cheap (What?)
Finna cop a jet, I need a pilot (Pilot)
Fresher than you, don’t need a stylist (Yeah)
Feel like I’m shittin’ on everybody (Yeah)
My first car, that was a Maserati (No cap)
Look at my wrist, that’s factory
Plain Patek cost two hundred, lowkey (Two hundred, lowkey)
Baby mama tryna put the people on me (What?)
Young nigga shit, I’m still an OG (Rich)
I went straight to the Mase’, ain’t have a Honda (Skrrt)
Plug callin’ my phone like a baby mama
She won’t tell me she love me, I’m fuckin’ on her (Fuckin’ on her)
Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag)
Always keep ‘bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks)
Always steppin’, nobody ain’t steppin’ for me (Facts)
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)
Mm, is it real?
Is it, is it real?
It can’t be, it can’t be real
This can’t be real
This can’t be real
This can’t be—
Wouldn’t like me when I’m angry
Lot of niggas wanna aim me
And the slaves tried to hang me
Everything that they can’t be
Drop a milli’ on a pinky
Hella rich money filthy
Want some, well, you ain’t P
Buy a piece that you ain’t peep
Where you at? Nigga, you ain’t deep
New bitch that you can’t keep
For the ice, I bought a plain piece
I don’t know, somethin’ changed me
I don’t know, somethin’ changed me
Slave niggas tried to hang me
Where I be at mainly?
London
I went straight to the Mase’, ain’t have a Honda (Skrrt)
Plug callin’ my phone like a baby mama
She won’t tell me she love me, I’m fuckin’ on her (Fuckin’ on her)
Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag)
Always keep ‘bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks)
Always steppin’, nobody ain’t steppin’ for me (Facts)
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)
Other lyrics by Rich The Kid:
Back Then
Back then, hoes didn’t want me, now I’m hot, hoes all on me Back then, hoes didn’t want me, now I’m hot, hoes all on me (Yeah, no cap, this is it, …
Band Man
D.A. Got That Dope Young nigga walking with so many racks They’ve been calling me the band man Off the money I’ve been geeked or I took a lil’ sand tan …
Big Dawg
Fuck, fuck (I’m talkin’ ‘bout) Yeah, yeah, yeah (KD) (Yo) Dexter (Alright, okay) (Huh) Big dog shit, nigga (Huh) (Big dog shit) (Hey) OhhMannGoddDamm, …
Carnival
Go, go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She’ll ride the dick like a carnival I done did the impossible Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll …
Gimme A Second
DJ Durel [Rich The Kid:] Gotta flex a lot I was broke as hell walkin’ around passin’ CD’s in the parking lot Now my little bitch want five racks for a …