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Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit Fuck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist (well damn) Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit Bitch won't you come a suck a rich nigga dick Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit How much money can just one nigga get Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit Fuck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist See im not bragin But I got mo money get mo money den yo daddy, sadly Pull up in dat ashton Its not michael jackson Imagine, its the main attraction And dat nigga handsome Use to have a magnum 100lbs of mid, I tried to gram em Way before a nigga dropped an album I was pushin pampers, stamp em, got em by the handle An my name ringin in east atlanta Took em 2 savanna An to alabama An every country town close to atlanta Im too hot to handle Way I scramble they thank im randal Cookin every plate like berry sanders Cookin witta hanger Heat it wit a ligher, stove, or candle Whatever must be done to get them grams up Ima run dem grams up Ima cook dem yams up Zone 6 east atlanta stand up Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit Fuck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist (well damn) Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit Bitch won't you come a suck a rich nigga dick Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit How much money can just one nigga get Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit Fuck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist Swaggin, girl I got mo money den yo has been Husband, boyfriend or yo baby daddy 28 but still I can be yo suga daddy Yo nigga use to have it But now he doesnt have it Pedicures n manicures Was once your daily habits Now he doesnt got it So you callin off the marriage Made dat man dallas So you thought he was a mavrick Said your gonna break up with him As soon as he get his taxes (damn) Babygirl he got you lookin nasty Use to be attractive But right now youre unattractive Aye somebody said that dat gurl had an ass den Somebodi tell me where all of her ass went An her nigga in tha county Sittin in tha county and his bond $400 An that ain't no fuckin money He still sitting in tha county Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit Fuck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist (well damn) Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit Bitch won't you come a suck a rich nigga dick Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit How much money can just one nigga get Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit Fuck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist He awful But still I got mo money den her brutha Dnt believe me, ask his baby motha I kno that he love her You kno that I fucked her You kno that she sucked me An I fucked her wit a rubber Fucked her undercova Naw I fucked that bitch on top of covers Den I left a 100 on da dresser 100 onda dresser Yea I left a 100 on da dresser Just to show that girl I was successful And tha lord done blessed her I am not regretful Nicknamed her punchanella blue An what I tell ya Now her brutha jealous Tell brotha sell a million records Cuz its chess to him to me itz checkers (gucci) Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit Fuck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist (well damn) Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit Bitch won't you come a suck a rich nigga dick Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit How much money can just one nigga get Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit Fuck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Joshua Howard Luellen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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