Rich or Something Lyrics

Sheesh!

Versace that sit all on my robe like I'm rich or something

Heard some niggas sliding the back road but they wasn't nothing

Shawty smelt the perfume on my clothes now she got assumptions

Yet she still want her back blowed, my dick she blow no trumpet

I ain't rockin' Vans but these drugs got me off the wall

Fill my pants with bands fuck what you saying I need business calls

Going super saiyan you can't tame me bitch just like a dog

Roll around with cameras on my ass like it's a daily vlog

Music shit I'm on it all day

You said you don't want richness shit that's what you say

I handle situations that get sticky like some clay

I told these niggas once I do what I do and get out the way

I be singing shit foreal think I need some R&B

I done cut the backwoods and back to rolling swisher sweets

Yeah I know it still ain't healthy but I'm floating like a bee

Might just get a track hawk even though I don't be driving jeeps

I wanted to get me a bucket

I hit lil shawty she love it

I swear these niggas switched up, fronting, actin' like they be clutching

When the fuck you seen me go running?

Can't never go hiding for nothing

Same gang that you claim always snitching for something

Just trynna make it too the charts nigga

Need to see my bands is stacking 8 figures

I can't ever stop cause time don't wait nigga

Gotta keep a glock can't be in front of triggers

Yeah yeah woah

I just been grinding I'm never rewinding my watch perfect timing for me to get on

Niggas be slimy and shiesty I'm moving in silent while traveling over the globe

I had to hit it but no I ain't quit it I'm loving the way she being giving me dome

Niggas get left when they not moving right so I'm keeping it tucked when I'm moving alone

I want the ice water dripping from the Patek

Trynna walk around rodeo with the baddest bitch

Young turnt nigga doing savage shit

I ain't moving to LA because of negligence

I been going crazy out here blowing up like propane

Shawty really want the sugar she be off the Cocaine

Feelin I'm Jordan when I'm scoring and it's ball game

Know I'm heating up and finna rock out at ya nearest stage

Uh uh yeah

Gettin to the money yes rich I gotta get it

Walking in designer baby know I'm rich scented

Versace that sit all on my robe like I'm rich or something

Heard some niggas sliding the back road but they wasn't nothing

Shawty smelt the perfume on my clothes now she got assumptions

Yet she still want her back blowed, my dick she blow no trumpet

I ain't rockin vans but these drugs got me off the wall

Fill my pants wit bands fuck what you saying I need business calls

Going super saiyan you can't tame me bitch just like a dog

Roll around with cameras on my ass like it's a daily vlog