Rich Nigga Shit
Juice WRLD, Young Thug
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Juicy (yo) Nav-y (Yo Pi'erre, wanna come out here?) Ayy 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 Greg Street Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican 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 (yeah, uh-huh) Havin' sex with your old lady, I lost calories (yeah, uh-huh) Rich shit, I'm playin' Louis ping-pong with my bestie (yeah, 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 (uh-huh) Bought my dawg a new kennel, it's a palace (grah, grah, grah) I'm the fortune, and the winners wanna bash me (skrt, skrt, skrt) I rock minks when it ain't December 'cause my diamonds (drip, drip, drip) Women lie and men lie, but not this money (bitch, bitch) I'm a realer, call Coachella, tell 'em 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 umbrella, 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 Greg Street Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican I keep Wockhardt on my belly (yeah, yeah, yeah) Back in 'em days, minimum wage Now a nigga up top, gettin' too paid Slide on a opp block with a Blu-Ray Extended clip, we movie gang Your boyfriend like, "Ooh, she can't" Went and took her anyway Now he want his girl back F*ck you, have a nice day (yeah) Burberry on my coat If it's a problem, I'm pullin' up, ten-four Walk in his house, smoke a nigga like indo Percocet popper, don't f*ck with the benzos Party in the brib, hit the 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, 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 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 (ayy) Brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican I keep Wockhardt on my belly
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