CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Rich n*gga sh*t
This world's all about money and pu**y
And you need to figure that out
Once you figure that out
You'll be better off in life
(Metro Boomin want some more, n***a)
Rich n***a sh*t, I do a lot of
n***a, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every n***a with me got style
I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want all the money and the power
She took me for granted even when I tried to show her the better me
I did a 69 with hеr friend, I'm prayin' to God she don't tell on mе
Used to ride MARTA, now a n***a gettin' head in the Cullinan
Percocet got me floatin' like a butterfly, but I'll sting you like a bumblebee
Saint Laurent the only thing I put on my back
Off-White jeans look like cooked crack
I call the Porsche stomach 'cause the sh*t snatch
Gave my girl a dub, now her butt fat
You might take your women to the Louis store
My b*t*hes be askin', "Where's Chanel at?"
I know you see them crosses, yeah, that's Chrome Hearts
All this water on me, where the whales at?
Stars in the ceilin', I'm where God at
This supercharger whine like the car mat
Savage got a whole lotta hits, dawg
I be droppin' bombs like Baghdad
And you need to figure that out
Once you figure that out
You'll be better off in life
(Metro Boomin want some more, n***a)
Rich n***a sh*t, I do a lot of
n***a, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every n***a with me got style
I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want all the money and the power
She took me for granted even when I tried to show her the better me
I did a 69 with hеr friend, I'm prayin' to God she don't tell on mе
Used to ride MARTA, now a n***a gettin' head in the Cullinan
Percocet got me floatin' like a butterfly, but I'll sting you like a bumblebee
Saint Laurent the only thing I put on my back
Off-White jeans look like cooked crack
I call the Porsche stomach 'cause the sh*t snatch
Gave my girl a dub, now her butt fat
You might take your women to the Louis store
My b*t*hes be askin', "Where's Chanel at?"
I know you see them crosses, yeah, that's Chrome Hearts
All this water on me, where the whales at?
Stars in the ceilin', I'm where God at
This supercharger whine like the car mat
Savage got a whole lotta hits, dawg
I be droppin' bombs like Baghdad
