Still Rich (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Lil' Kim)

Yeah Young Khalifa and Bern Real niggas in this bitch Everybody drunk, the fuck they want Uh, It's not a thing we can't afford Walk up in the club Bitches is what we want It's not a thing we can't afford Don't even say my name We just rep my gang It's not a thing we can't afford We roll that good weed up Tell em meet with us It's not a thing we can't afford So get in my car Tell your friends you tryna roll, Splash Pretty bitches give me cash Pull up, hop out, 40 in my pants Bag full of gas got the whole crew lit I'm on the twenty third floor with my best friend's bitch Just smoking, thinking about the world, dice rolling Police behind me, blue lights glowing Keep going, I ain't gonna stop, Hell nah Fuck a cell, I don't wanna rot I keep pretty bitches choosing They love me, I'm really neat If she wanna stick around, she gonna need to bring a few Dom Pérignon, we gonna burn a little weed She just sucked off Ren, now she want Ricky P We get money, and shake fake friends that get funny Pull the old schools out when it's sunny Big papa, they love to rub my tummy Got the renegade hoes running from me It's not a thing we can't afford Walk up in the club Bitches want free bud It's not a thing we can't afford Don't even say my name We just rep my gang It's not a thing we can't afford We roll that good weed up Tell em meet with us It's not a thing we can't afford So get in my car Tell your friends you tryna roll Wanna kick it with me Twist all my trees Watch Apple TV, take trips over seas She told me she feening for a reason This dark tint, all this weed sick, you can't see in Get hoes home and get em out they clothes Smoke marijuana by the O, our eyes low My pockets covered in zero's Bitches run up to me like a hero My niggas rob like De Niro He know, she know we high, we smoke The whole bowl load, call the weed man To bring some more And tell them bitches I don't need they digits I got a bunch of women from other continents coming in Smoke more weed, pass on more things Reflect on all the good shit this cash and this joy brings And for them hoes, I got room in the back Fit four if your small, fit two if your fat It's not a thing we can't afford Walk up in the club Bitces want free bud It's not a thing we can't afford Don't even say my name We just rep my gang It's not a thing we can't afford We roll that good weed up Tell em meet with us It's not a thing we can't afford So get in my car Tell your friends you tryna roll I'm a shop a holic, I need help I'm an addict With the same working twice, I forgot I had it To grit this figure, need at least six figures It cost to watch me, so watch your nigga I used to move base like Jeter I'm a fly bitch out the barrel But I'm leaving out teeter Talking private sex on a private jet I'm a more scheme no hoe, with a valentino flow These.cost me thirty three hundred I pop a Dom P while my niggas get blunted Tell Berner break up the P while Wiz roll up the weed Wanna be my main squeeze, nigga please To fill these shoes, you gonna need big feet We never looking at the tags we just throw it in the bag Fifty bottles of Cris, thirty bottles of Moët Twenty... and keep the tab open