Rich AF ft. GaTa Lyrics

Feelin rich as fuck

Finally got my bread up

But inflation got me stuck

So my bread ain't worth a crumb

Feelin rich as fuck

Bitch I got my paper up

But inflation really sucks

So this green ain't worth as much

Uh

Feelin rich as fuck

When I pull up to the pump

My Lincoln lookin clean

I just rinsed it with the suds

All these bitches lookin up

I be makin 'em blush

Lookin at us

Not cuz the whip

Filled the whole tank up

Eatin by myself

Meal taste great

Look Like a lonely dude

Out eatin a steak

They raised the price of food

Can't afford to go on dates

This can't be true

This shit must be a mistake

Don't be rude

I'm proud to be a Jew

Don't know if I can say that though

So please don't sue

I'd be ruined

I would definitely lose

Doubt I can afford a lawyer

Too expensive I assume

Ooh

Lookin clean in my new designer clothes

Exciting all the hoes

Copped it at Marshall's though

I got an arsenal bro

On my Marksman flow

Can't shoot targets though

The price of ammo just rose

It's honestly gross

It's the opposite of dope

I should cop a new phone

This one gettin kinda old

But it still ain't broke

So bitch I still ain't broke

My wrist and neck are froze

Prolly still aint gold

My chain still cold

These prices just a joke

The rice is on the stove

It's Something I can afford

I buy the shit in bulk

Cheaper prices at the store

Prolly last a whole year

I ain't comin back for more

Oh

Feelin rich as fuck

Finally got my bread up

But inflation got me stuck

So my bread ain't worth a crumb

Feelin rich as fuck

Bitch I got my paper up

But inflation really sucks

So this green ain't worth as much

Uh

7 figures all hundreds

Man I can't believe it

90 pointers in the frames

You can't see me

I been on my grind

Yeah I knew it

Hundred bands on the play

I'ma go blue it

Blowin money like a candle

Balenciaga sandals

She don't wanna let go

I'm high off the petro

Yeah it's goin down tonight

Me and a badass bitch doin rounds tonight

Yeah

Check this I got a new outfit

Not a check up on my hoodie and my shoes don't fit

I mean I Got it from the thrift or I got it as a gift

Okay you got me this the hand me down shit

Watch fake but it's water like a lake

I think I meant flooded like I'm losing my estate

I'm still stunting on your momma like stunt double

Like young gravy Tom Cruise in a love bubble

Take you out to eat

You can have a feast

Let's go to Golden Corral but

You can pay at least

Got the Camry for a lease

Keep my wallet on a leash

Got a buy one get one free

And I'm tryna go and eat

Kapeesh

I eat beats

I cook em and reheat

Then repeat

It's good for 3 weeks

I keep 'em in deep freeze

I sprinkle the 3 cheese

It's not delivery

DiGiorno by the piece

I only get the cheese

Cause the toppings got the fees

Stop talking bout pizza please

Papa John