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Rich The Kid
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Jay Critch
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Rich The Kid
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d.a. got that dope
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KD
(D.A. got that dope)
Hey
Y'all know what the fuck we talkin', right?
Yeah
Made like two-fifty today (Today)
Another three-fifty tomorrow (Huh?)
I don't drive the Maybach, you in borrowed (Skrrt)
Ha (What?), bitch (Bitch)
All of my pasta got lobster, yeah
Rich, why he move like a mobster? Yeah (Huh?)
Mixing my opps with the Grabba (Yeah)
Bitch (Yeah)
He thought he was me, he imposter (What?)
Shoot a movie like, "Get me a Oscar" (Movie)
Louis V everyday like a costume (LV)
I was out on that block with the shotters
She want some money, but that's not my problem (That's not my problem)
I got a baddie, pull up in the Prada shit (Baddie)
Hop on the dick and do tricks she like, "Tada" (Hey)
Play with that money, he shot for that guala (Boom)
H-two-oh, wrist and my neck is on Aqua (Ice)
You know Hood Fav', I'm connected like Wi-Fi (Hood Fav', yeah)
Bro tryna turn his white tee into tie-dye (Grrah)
Yeah, they tryna slide, no cha-cha (Cha-Cha slide)
The plug, I'm connected, no Wi-Fi (Woo)
Hop on a jet, pour a six, it's a red-eye (Woo)
Yeah, Rich Forever get the chicken like Popeyes
You ain't made a whole six-hundred in a day (Yeah)
You ain't had a R&B bitch and made her bae (For real)
Bitch got mad, put a hundred in her face (Lil' bitch)
Fuck Twelve, blow smoke in they face, I'ma beat the case (Ha)
Pussy (Pussy)
Ballin' on ****, I am not a rookie (Ballin')
Three-fifty for a Thailand show, yeah, book me (Woo, woo, woo)
Amsterdam, did a show in a hoodie (Woo, woo, woo)
Half a million waiting in Dubai, pussy (Half a)
I ain't want the bitch, but I'ma keep the foot'-ee (Pussy)
A-1 'cause she got gushy (Yeah)
Maybach, riding with the fully (Rich)
Made like two-fifty today (Today)
Another three-fifty tomorrow (Huh?)
I don't drive the Maybach, you in borrowed (Skrrt)
Ha (What?), bitch (Bitch)
All of my pasta got lobster, yeah
Rich, why he move like a mobster? Yeah (Huh?)
Mixing my opps with the Grabba (Yeah)
Bitch (Bitch)
She from the hood, but she look like a model (Baddie)
Whole lot of drink, it came straight out the bottle (Lean)
When you get money, they all gonna follow (All gonna follow)
I blocked the bitch, she keep telling me follow her (Why?)
I chased a bag and then I went and got me one (I went and got it)
Straight off the block to the crib out in Hollywood
And I still go to my hood, can't be Hollywood (Can't be fake)
I do not know who be tellin', you probably would (You)
I thought they never would fold, but they probably would (But they probably would)
I'm in Miami with Z's, leave you snorin' (Z's)
New Z truck, it cost more than his foreign
This money shit, it never get old, it ain't boring (It ain't boring)
It's a drizzle, I get dressed and it's pourin' (Yeah)
And I don't fuck with them boys, they annoying (They annoying)
Diamonds too bright in they eyes, it's annoying (Ice)
Big body bitch, I'ma park it and tow it (Hood Fav')
Made like two-fifty today (Today)
Another three-fifty tomorrow (Huh?)
I don't drive the Maybach, you in borrowed (Skrrt)
Ha (What?), bitch (Bitch)
All of my pasta got lobster, yeah
Rich, why he move like a mobster? Yeah (Huh?)
Mixing my opps with the Grabba (Yeah)
Bitch
Written by: Jay Critch, Rich The Kid, d.a. got that dope