Rich Shit

Rich sh*t, Prada bags up in my room yeah
Rich sh*t, I'm just tryna flex on you yeah
Rich sh*t, Lanvin's on my feet, curb shoes yeah
I'm so geeked up, I don't know what to do

I'm in love with Benjamin Franklin
And you can tell by the money I'm making
Don't leave, baby, hope you stayin'
Don't leave, baby, Yeah oh

Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
I can't even take it no more
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
I can't even take it no more

Rich sh*t, Prada bags up in my room
Rich sh*t, I'm just tryna flex on you
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
I can't even take it no more



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Writer(s): Ethan Douangkesone
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