Rich Nigga Shit

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Juicy (Yo)
 Nav-y
 Yo Pi'erre, wanna come out here? (Ayy)
 Rich nigga shit, calamari (Ow)
 I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
 1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
 1996 rims like Atari (Ayy, ayy)
 Brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nessly
 I don't play the radio, I'm not Gretzky
 Chicken bock-bock like a nest king
 I keep Wockhardt on my belly (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 on 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
 Bought my dawg a new kennel, it's a palace
 Hunnid fortune, and the winners wanna bash me (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
 I rock minks when it ain't December 'cause my diamonds
 Women lie and men lie, but not this money (Bitch, bitch)
 I'm a realer, call Coachella, tell 'em I'm comin' in Margiela
 I don't like her, I can't sweat her, I just come and keep it mellow
 I got ninety pills on me like I'm, Julius Peppers
 Rolls Royce truck, I'm bell up, goin' for my brother
 Rich nigga shit, calamari
 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 Gretzky
 Chicken bock-bock like a nest king
 I keep Wockhardt on my belly (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Back in 'em days, minimum wage
 Now a nigga up, talkin' too paid
 Slide on a opp block with a Blu-Ray
 Extended clip, we movie gang
 Your boyfriend like, "Ooh, she came"
 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 nigga like endo
 Percocet popper, don't fuck with the benzos
 Party in the brib, pick a line for the info
 Murder every nigga, murder every instrumental
 They not my kinfolk
 They finna get fucked up when I hop out the Benz like Rambo, uh
 Shit, I made 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
 But I'm DJ Khaled with it all 'cause all I do is win
 Rich nigga shit, calamari
 I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
 1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
 1996 rims like Atari
 Brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
 I don't play the radio, I'm not Gretzky
 Chicken bock-bock like a nest king
 I keep Wockhardt on my belly
 

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Duration
02:57
Key
9
Tempo
147 BPM

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