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Could have bought a house, but I bought a Jesus piece
Could have thought they were the feds how they stalkin' me
Could have put her in Chanel, she from overseas
Could have bought a Plain Jane, but her wrist freeze
Pocket full of Maserati, full of Swiss cheese
Could have pulled up on a Jet, but did the Jet Skis
X pills triple stacked like Wendy's
Walkin' round with a nine like I'm Drew Brees

Shootin' those boys, takin' Mickey D's
Tunechi in the lamb truck, I'm in the Bentley B
You was tryna' get a deal, I told him, "Sign to me"
All my n—s Rich Forever, how it gotta be
Wait, all you n—s b— forever, you can't lie to me
Better go and get your Reverend, let the choir sing
Goin' hard like a wedding on a Diamond ring
AR keep spinnin' like a slot machine

Now a n— Rich Forever, they gon' call me
Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling
I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning
We was getting to them racks while they snoring
Tryna make a mill', that's easy
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji
The n—s who hatin', they really wan' be me
You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me

B— stop
It's lonely at the top, I just heard my ears pop
A fiend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock
F— her for some Gucci socks, she gon' have to run the top
For the flip-flops, yeah, boy stop
Run up on the opp, I just saw his heart drop
My b—s on the base, I feel like a shortstop
And I just caught a case, I'ma still ball out
'Til I ain't got no more fouls

Now a n— Rich Forever, they gon' call me
Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling
I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning
We was getting to them racks while they snoring
Tryna make a mill', that's easy
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji
The n—s who hatin', they really wan' be me
You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me

I get the bag and go straight to the plug
And I buy his a—out and now it's a drought
F— on my h— 'til I tire her a— out
My watch face drippin', I had to ask it, "What you cryin' about?"
Flyin' her out, she get back home she be runnin' her mouth
Pick a Bugatti up, put the Cullinan down
Tell your friends I'll fly every one of them down

Put 'em on a jet, tell 'em meet me in the islands
Said she wanna f— me and all of my diamonds
My shooter from the trenches, got a chain, yeah, he shinin'
Let Gram drive the Bentley and he crashed on the mileage
I'm Rich like f—it
If I gotta bring your friend, then she f—
I was broke that h— left somethin'
Haters talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin' (Rich!)

Now a n— Rich Forever, they gon' call me
Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling
I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning
We was getting to them racks while they snoring

Tryna make a mill', that's easy
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji
The n—s who hatin', they really wan' be me
You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me

B— stop
It's lonely at the top, I just heard my ears pop
A fiend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock
F— her for some Gucci socks, she gon' have to run the top
For the flip-flops, yeah, boy stop
Pull up on the jet, jet skis, or yacht
Broke b—s that's a pet peeve, call blocked
Pockets like they got hickeys, all knots
We just go to war, no keys, warlock
Ran up on the opp, saw that boy heart drop
B—s on the base, I feel like a shortstop
I just caught a case, but I still ball out
'Til I ain't got no more fouls

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