Album: Streets on Lock III
(Hook)
This that rich nigga shit
Got a epi on my wrist (ice ice ice ice)
This that rich nigga shit
I just can’t stop on a band
Rich nigga shit, rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit
(Verse)
Rich nigga got money like Oprah
Hunned 50 bands, cash in the sofa
Trap phone, juggin off of Motorola
Got money on the table like Costa
2 cups in the morning, I’m leaning
In the Maserati just like Nemus
Got a red bad bitch suck ceiling
Feels good to be rich, I’m dreamin
20 bands for a show, QC I’m froze
I catch a bitch on go
Push white like snow, made a mill off blow
And I’m still getting mo
Can’t trust no bitch, my wrist game sick
Got 4-5 whips, young niggas takin trips, motherfucker I’m rich
(Hook)
This that rich nigga shit
Got a epi on my wrist (ice ice ice ice)
This that rich nigga shit
I just can’t stop on a band
Rich nigga shit, rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit
(Verse)
QC in label, money on the table
Plugged in like cable
Pull up in that Aston Martin coupe
With the forgiato rims, I ain’t takin no favor
I got so much money, blow my know it’s 20’s
Trap house jumpin like Buzz runnin
Got commas on commas, countin up, eatin lasagna
Took yo bitch to Benihana
Back then in that Honda, 5-50 from my mama
Bitch I’m hotter than the sauna
Reach down for a Audemar
Coulda buy a new car but my numbers go retard
No key, just push start
Rich ass nigga gotta push spot, nose up
(Hook)
This that rich nigga shit
Got a epi on my wrist (ice ice ice ice)
This that rich nigga shit
I just can’t stop on a band
Rich nigga shit, rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit