Rich AF (feat. GaTa)

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