21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Rich Nigga Shit (feat. Young Thug) Lyrics

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Rich Nigga Shit (feat. Young Thug) Lyrics
Rich Nigga Shit
21 Savage & Metro Boomin (feat. Young Thug)
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    "Rich Nigga Shit." - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin (feat. Young Thug)

    Album: SAVAGE MODE II [CHOPPED NOT SLOPPED]
    Track No: 19
    This world's all about money and pussy
    And you need to figure that out
    Once you figure that out
    You'll be better off in life
    Metro Boomin want some more, ****
    Rich **** shit, I do a lot of
    ****, we be sippin' out the bottle
    I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
    Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
    Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
    Every **** with me got style
    I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
    I want all the money and the power
    She took me for granted even when I tried to show her the better me
    I did a 69 with her friend, I'm prayin' to God she don't tell on me
    Used to ride MARTA, now a **** gettin' head in the Cullinan
    Percocet got me floatin' like a butterfly, but I'll sting you like a bumblebee
    Saint Laurent the only thing I put on my back
    Off-White jeans look like cooked crack
    I call the Porsche stomach 'cause the shit snatch
    Gave my girl a dub, now her butt fat
    You might take your women to the Louis store
    My bitches be askin', "Where's Chanel at?"
    I know you see them crosses, yeah, that's Chrome Hearts
    All this water on me, where the whales at?
    Stars in the ceilin', I'm where God at
    This supercharger whine like the car mad
    Savage got a whole lotta hits, dawg
    I be droppin' bombs like Baghdad
    Rich **** shit, I do a lot of
    ****, we be sippin' out the bottle
    I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
    Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
    Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
    Every **** with me got style
    I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
    I want all the money and the power
    Yeah, I've been in the vault with the gold in the back, aye
    No longer my dawg 'cause you told, you a rat, aye
    Back-to-back Porsche, me and Savage ridin' 'round
    In the town where the pipes have you loud out the back
    Five hundred racks, what it cost to be exact
    And it takes one mil', five hundred thousand racks, yeah
    I ain't even take the Rolls-Royce truck back
    Bought the new one with the stars and the wheelbase stretched
    You can open up the door, but you ain't gotta close it back, woo
    Everything electric, baby, everything a blessing (It's a blessing)
    Keep a ring and a Rollie for your next bitch (Yeah)
    **** riding round in Chargers tryna split shit (Slatt)
    I been ridin' with a cutter, call it stick shift (Brr)
    When I eat, I got a Goyard handkerchief (Yeah)
    Keep lil' mama on her knees and her ankle lift (Facts)
    I can get 'em knocked off without a finger lift
    Rich **** shit, I do a lot of
    ****, we be sippin' out the bottle
    I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
    Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
    Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
    Every **** with me got style
    I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
    I want all the money and the power

    Writer(s): Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Jeffery Lamar Williams & Leland Wayne.

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