Rich Ngga/ Bad Btch

Close my eyes all I see is designer shit

She drapped down to her toe, yes I pop out with designer bitches

I cant cap when I close my eyes I think bout all these figures

And I go trump mode the way I say fuck all these Niggas

Locked in everyday, I got shit I gotta go complete

The way I'm on the road and chasing checks woulda thought I had athletes feet

My brudda in the trap, breaking pounds down as we speak

Sometimes this shit get stupid real fuck the net, im in the streets

Chilling with this bad bitch I'm in the back finna beat her cheeks

Ima rich nigga with a bad bitch in the back chilling like lil lonely

I'm on the road to greatness nigga, sometimes this shit get lonely

And I see this life I'm making nigga finna cost the old me