Rich

[DaBoii:]
Bitch, when you speaking on my gang, put some respect on it
Now she lying to the boy, I don't stress on it
Bitch, I don't need an army with me, to the neck toting
Whole dick down her throat, leave her neck swollen
P-Lo brought the bass bouncing, throw it back, bitch
Hold up, turn the beat up, this shit slap, bitch
I don't shop at Nordstrom Rack, this from Saks Fifth
Oh, you'll kill me over that ho? Bro, you that pissed? (Nerd)
And nigga, I done spent 'bout thirty on guns
That we don't flex in videos, we tryna murder your son
Opps had always look at me and they just worried because
So much pain that I had felt, that shit turned me a dub
Get out my ear with all that shit that I don't wanna hear
If that nigga ain't bust for me, I don't wanna be here (Nerd)
Nigga when the head fire, you ain't gon' wanna steer
And I just brought three new guns, meet the Musketeers

[Yhung T.O.:]
Ayy, I got shooters who gon' catch a whole case in this bitch
Four chains on, cost a Wraith in this bitch
No aim, nigga, ain't nobody safe in this bitch
I just pulled up in a foreign, we could race in this bitch
Uh, yeah, them niggas on that shit again
Hit the bitch and I hit her friend
And I just spent twenty bands on the drip, baby
Ain't gotta worry 'bout no nigga when you rich, baby

[Slimmy B:]
Pull up on your block with that show stopper (Bitch)
Chopper make a nigga bounce like a low rider
Niggas say they got a bag, ain't got one dollar
How you niggas say y'all funking, ain't got one problem?
Hit that pussy out the park, I'ma Barry Bonds it
Threw some diamonds on my bitch, now my bitch trying it
Catch an M, throw the Glock, then we switch things
Run a nigga off the road, we don't switch lanes
Ayy, bitch, let me see that big thing (Ayy, bitch)
Ayy, bitch, back back 'cause your shit stink (Bitch)
Same niggas to the death, I don't switch lanes
In a bitch face yelling, "Bitch," like Rick James
I ain't really worried 'bout the half, bitch, pay me
I ain't giving no sucker a pass, I ain't saving
Thought she was getting more than dick, the bitch craving
Thought that I really fell in love, bitch brazy (Nope)

[Yhung T.O.:]
Ayy, I got shooters who gon' catch a whole case in this bitch
Four chains on, cost a Wraith in this bitch
No aim, nigga, ain't nobody safe in this bitch
I just pulled up in a foreign, we could race in this bitch
Uh, yeah, them niggas on that shit again
Hit the bitch and I hit her friend
And I just spent twenty bands on the drip, baby
Ain't gotta worry 'bout no nigga when you rich, baby