Mad Rich (feat. 637Godwin)
Gee Hues, you did this one
Ayo Jug!
Damn
I'ma slide, I don't do no one on one
We outside, Rolex say four thirty
I'm the man all these bitches too thirsty (thirsty)
Did that boy in the past, do him dirty (dirty)
Backspace on the block, nigga, yeah we delete shit
My bitch she pull up with choppas and heat, shit
Start it, no running back, cut that bitch just like a ciggy
This ain't no hellcat this a demon, yeah
Damn
I'ma slide, I don't do no one on one
We outside, Rolex say four thirty
I'm the man all these bitches too thirsty (thirsty)
Did that boy in the past, do him dirty (dirty)
Backspace on the block, nigga, yeah we delete shit
My bitch she pull up with choppas and heat, shit
Start it, no running back, cut that bitch just like a ciggy
This ain't no hellcat this a demon, yeah
For money I turned into a savage (gang)
I just add and divide, that's the average (facts)
We been chasing green, I ain't talking cabbage
I like all my ho's skinny, no fat bitch (yeah)
.40 on my waste I'm keeping it tucked (gang)
Run up on me, then your ass out of luck
No emotion, I cannot fall in love
Married to the guap these ho's be a dub
Run it up, ok
I speak Spanish, bitch, I'm chasing dineros
Hola, need bank today
On the mic I'm rapping more than a pharaoh
.223 On me, spray at your gang, your whole posse
I extended the clip so they all can see
Understand that that bitch wasn't the one for me
Now, niggas be talking their shit
But they don't understand they gon' get clapped
It's over
Whip in a mystery machine, I might have to get me a scoob snack
Raggy?
Shawty in the past she dubbed me
She didn't love me, gave me heart attack
She a bitch
Now I think these niggas see it
I think in the past they had cataracts
Put that bitch to a heat, then I gas it
Fuck a diss, we leave your ass in a casket (skrt)
We spinning in silence, why fuck niggas braggin'?
They buy a new shirt and don't take off the tag, bitch (yeah)
You see that nigga broke, don't be that bitch
They see me blowin' up with a bad bitch
Spent a rack on these jeans so I'm saggin'
I'm so high off the dope, I'm jet laggin'
Designer my closet, MC Magic
Givenchy my shoes, fashion
Bought a bag for my bag, so I bagged it
That's your bitch not my bitch, yeah I bagged it
The Glock in my bag I been had it
And I feel like Osama Bin Laden
And that nigga he broke, don't be that bitch
Oh, they hating on me cause I'm mad rich
Ayo Jug!
Damn
I'ma slide, I don't do no one on one
We outside, Rolex say four thirty
I'm the man all these bitches too thirsty (thirsty)
Did that boy in the past, do him dirty (dirty)
Backspace on the block, nigga, yeah we delete shit
My bitch she pull up with choppas and heat, shit
Start it, no running back, cut that bitch just like a ciggy
This ain't no hellcat this a demon, yeah
Damn
I'ma slide, I don't do no one on one
We outside, Rolex say four thirty
I'm the man all these bitches too thirsty (thirsty)
Did that boy in the past, do him dirty (dirty)
Backspace on the block, nigga, yeah we delete shit
My bitch she pull up with choppas and heat, shit
Start it, no running back, cut that bitch just like a ciggy
This ain't no hellcat this a demon, yeah
For money I turned into a savage (gang)
I just add and divide, that's the average (facts)
We been chasing green, I ain't talking cabbage
I like all my ho's skinny, no fat bitch (yeah)
.40 on my waste I'm keeping it tucked (gang)
Run up on me, then your ass out of luck
No emotion, I cannot fall in love
Married to the guap these ho's be a dub
Run it up, ok
I speak Spanish, bitch, I'm chasing dineros
Hola, need bank today
On the mic I'm rapping more than a pharaoh
.223 On me, spray at your gang, your whole posse
I extended the clip so they all can see
Understand that that bitch wasn't the one for me
Now, niggas be talking their shit
But they don't understand they gon' get clapped
It's over
Whip in a mystery machine, I might have to get me a scoob snack
Raggy?
Shawty in the past she dubbed me
She didn't love me, gave me heart attack
She a bitch
Now I think these niggas see it
I think in the past they had cataracts
Put that bitch to a heat, then I gas it
Fuck a diss, we leave your ass in a casket (skrt)
We spinning in silence, why fuck niggas braggin'?
They buy a new shirt and don't take off the tag, bitch (yeah)
You see that nigga broke, don't be that bitch
They see me blowin' up with a bad bitch
Spent a rack on these jeans so I'm saggin'
I'm so high off the dope, I'm jet laggin'
Designer my closet, MC Magic
Givenchy my shoes, fashion
Bought a bag for my bag, so I bagged it
That's your bitch not my bitch, yeah I bagged it
The Glock in my bag I been had it
And I feel like Osama Bin Laden
And that nigga he broke, don't be that bitch
Oh, they hating on me cause I'm mad rich
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Grant, Brandon Malik Rayford, Grant Hughes, Jugraj Layal
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