Really Rich
Yeah, mm-mm
Yea, look at my chain, it's shining, yea
That nigga rockin' fake diamonds (fake diamonds)
Higher than a bitch, I'm reclining, yea
Your bitch, she come out the Cullinan
Look at these racks, how they changing the climate
Already rich nigga, yea I ain't signing, yea
That nigga rockin' SI (yea)
Rockin' them fake ass diamonds, yea
Everyday, I get fly, yea, I don't even need no stylist (yea)
Everyday, I get high, yea, high as hell nigga I'm gliding (nigga I'm gliding)
Lil' nigga, don't even try it
Send his ass up right where God is
In that brand new Tahoe, brand new tint
Yea, like the president
Yeah, that's what we riding in
Bitch, this all black Bentley militant
I got racks lil' bitch, can't fit 'em in
We got roxi's, fuck a middle man
I'm off Codeine, I can't feel my hand
I got racks bitch why my money dance
All these racks I need a rubber band
That boy plottin' he need another plan
It's a light just how these diamonds dance
"Really Rich", that shit right on my hand
Ridin' with sticks in a Sprinter van
That nigga hatin', he really irrelevant
Bitch I feel these percs' they heaven sent
Double cup straight filled with medicine
I just scored on a new P10 and my racks can't function, make no sense
Been that nigga since I was a jit, I dropped out bitch, I got rich
Yeah, I said free lil' Will' right out that chain gang (out that chain gang)
Yeah, I got stacks on me, too rich nigga safe
Yea, look at my chain, it's shining, yea
That nigga rockin' fake diamonds (fake diamonds)
Higher than a bitch, I'm reclining, yea
Your bitch, she come out the Cullinan
Look at these racks, how they changing the climate
Already rich nigga, yea I ain't signing, yea
That nigga rockin' SI (yea)
Rockin' them fake ass diamonds, yea
Everyday, I get fly, yea, I don't even need no stylist (yea)
Everyday, I get high, yea, high as hell nigga I'm gliding (nigga I'm gliding)
Lil' nigga, don't even try it
Send his ass up right where God is
In that brand new Tahoe, brand new tint
Yea, like the president
Yeah, that's what we riding in
Bitch, this all black Bentley militant
I got racks lil' bitch, can't fit 'em in
We got roxi's, fuck a middle man
I'm off Codeine, I can't feel my hand
I got racks bitch why my money dance
All these racks I need a rubber band
That boy plottin' he need another plan
It's a light just how these diamonds dance
"Really Rich", that shit right on my hand
Ridin' with sticks in a Sprinter van
That nigga hatin', he really irrelevant
Bitch I feel these percs' they heaven sent
Double cup straight filled with medicine
I just scored on a new P10 and my racks can't function, make no sense
Been that nigga since I was a jit, I dropped out bitch, I got rich
Yeah, I said free lil' Will' right out that chain gang (out that chain gang)
Yeah, I got stacks on me, too rich nigga safe
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Writer(s): Keandrian Jones
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