RICCHEZZA lyrics

[Intro]
Told her b*tch "What you on? (What you on?)
I'ma shoot at that f*ck n*gga dome (Boom)
I'ma buy her lil' Christian Dior (Yeah)
Who want static? Pull up at your door (Yeah)
Wanna be in the gang, he a new drummer check him out he be toting that pole (Toting that pole)
Got the drop on a opp he postin' his shorty but lowkey I'm f*ckin'-

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Stuck in my ways, b*tch I'm only worried 'bout the bankroll ('Bout the bankroll)
I don’t got patience she could leave me right now don't care, no (I don't care)
I was out here dolo so I be used to this sh*t (Used to this sh*t)
She say I'm rude as a b*tch
Mixing up the rerock but I keep it right out of the crib
Ain't trustin' nobody around us (Around us)

[Chorus]
Put packs together I'm countin' (I'm countin')
Rich n*gga rockin' on Richezza (Richezza)
Got a luxury life, ever since I got right, everybody jack me like they helped us
Got them stripper b*tches in a telly
Pull up in suburbans we strapped and we ready
Tell a n*gga straight up that I don't wanna fit in, ain't ever gon' be a lil' regular

[Post-Chorus]
Watch how they shake with that K
b*tch I'm a youngin' right out of New York
I got a baddie, lil' b*tch from the A
I'ma take her right with me cash out at the store
b*tch I'm a savage, that be the reason she falling for me 'cause a n*gga be real (Real)
Really a stepper, don't gotta show you no ratchet, my n*ggas they handle the deal
Bro shooting at the opps (At the opps)
How you still in the field, how you made up a mill?
Who dat boy on the block? (On the block)
What you know 'bout a drill with a big ol' steel?
Thirteen with a Glock
b*tch ass walk up come try me
I put the grip on his face to remind 'em
He moving funny bro bust a your noggin'
I had to cut off lil' shorty she toxic
[Bridge]
Told a b*tch "What you on? (What you on?)
I'ma shoot at that f*ck n*gga dome (Boom)
I'ma buy her lil' Christian dior (Yeah)
Who want static? Pull up at your door (Yeah)
Wanna be in the gang, he a new drummer check him out he be toting that pole (Toting that pole)
Got the drop on a opp he postin' his shorty but lowkey I'm f*ckin' his ho

[Verse 2]
Don’t compare lil' b*tch ain't the same n*gga
Forty K I could make a in a day get it
He a youngin' but still hold a K, n*gga
Pull up on me and see how the trey hittin'
I got too much to lose for a broke b*tch
Ain’t no cap in my rap, I'm a GOAT, b*tch
Get 'em spinning right off of the coach
I got too many hoes for a old b*tch, yeah

[Chorus]
Put packs together I'm countin' (I'm countin')
Rich n*gga rockin' on Richezza (Richezza)
Got a luxury life ever since I got right, everybody jack me like they helped us
Got them stripper b*tches in a telly
Pull up in suburbans we strapped and we ready
Tell a n*gga straight up that I don't wanna fit in, ain't ever gon' be a lil' regular
[Post-Chorus]
Watch how they shake with that K
b*tch I'm a youngin' right out of New York
I got a baddie, lil' b*tch from the A
I'ma take her right with me cash out at the store
b*tch I'm a savage, that be the reason she falling for me 'cause a n*gga be real (Real)
Really a stepper, don't gotta show you no ratchet my n*ggas they handle the deal
Bro shooting at the opps (At the opps)
How you still in the field, how you made up a mill?
Who that boy on the block? (On the block)
What you know 'bout a drill with a big ol steel?
Thirteen with a Glock
b*tch ass walk up come try me
I put the grip on his face to remind 'em
He moving funny bro bust at your noggin'
I had to cut off lil' shorty she toxic