Rich Criminals (feat. DaBaby)

When I'm on the scene, I don't show no sympathy

I got codeine energy

Ay, since I was a teen all I wanted was the green

All I wanted was the Christmas trees and designer clothes

I'm not worried 'bout the cost because I can't go broke

I touched a milli', still will shoot you, rich criminals

Quit my job and I found out how to work a stick (Ooh)

Won't hide from shit, this bitch ain't got no tints (Yeah)

Ain't talkin' Lohan, these designer lenses

Started ballin', bought .223 like Michael Jordan

I was 13, bought a rocket, felt like James Harden

Who the fuck let you **** in? This is a gangster party

Turn up the meter, whoa

Fuck her then meet her (Yeah)

Can't take the pain from me

It's way deeper than needles (Yeah)

Neighborhood doctor, injectin' the people who need us

I'm on the ecstasy, don't wanna hear nothing from my last bitch

Was dead broke, now she fuck me just because my accent

Say I ain't shit, but she keep beggin' me to get her ass did

I keep my metal, she just want her plastic

When I'm on the scene, I don't show no sympathy

I got codeine energy

Ay, since I was a teen all I wanted was the green

All I wanted was the Christmas trees and designer clothes

I'm not worried 'bout the cost because I can't go broke

I touched a milli', still will shoot you, rich criminals

Quit my job and I found out how to work a stick (Ooh)

Won't hide from shit, this bitch ain't got no tints (Yeah)

No tint, it's see-through, huh? (Yeah, yeah)

You pillow-talk, she tell your secrets now (Lame)

That boy keep that heat, he an oven

I own a few watches, I went and bought another

I can't show no sympathy, fuck (Fuck that)

Got it on, I'ma buy us a puddle, drip

Way too hard, we walkin' right out in public

Bow my head, thank You, God

Could've been locked up wit' nothing

Let's go, like boom

My presence a present, so I need a check to walk inside the room

Probably think I went pop, but I was on Jimmy Fallon wit' the tool

Sometimes my attitude nasty

Hoes say I treat 'em bad, a **** rude (What, bitch?)

I'm tryna figure out if you for me the way that I'm for you

I been had to hustle

I was the youngest ****, makin' plays when I was still in school

**** ain't gave me shit (Uh-uh)

I made me, bitch, and that's why

When I'm on the scene, I don't show no sympathy

I got codeine energy

Ay, since I was a teen all I wanted was the green

All I wanted was the Christmas trees and designer clothes

I'm not worried 'bout the cost because I can't go broke

I touched a milli', still will shoot you, rich criminals

Quit my job and I found out how to work a stick (Ooh)

Won't hide from shit, this bitch ain't got no tints (Yeah)