Rich Nigha lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, I'm on one
Yeah, might be on two
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Phew, phew)
Get your sh*t together, yeah
Ayy

[Verse]
Want a rich n*gga have your sh*t together? Gotta bring somethin' to the table (Huh?)
Can't lay around bein' lazy (Huh?), my bank account a lil' crazy
Met this one b*tch with a proposition, if I take her with me, she'll pay me
(Ain't no pressure 'bout no money, I'll split it with you, you my baby)
b*tch, I got grown man money
My foot on the gas, I'm goin' too fast, you can hear the grown man comin' (Vroom)
You don't tote no 38, this a 40, have a grown man runnin'
Look, baby, I don't need no honey, all I need is a Percocet, now roll this Backwood for me (Huh)
These n*ggas ain't gettin' no money, keep uploadin' throwback picturеs
Them n*ggas hate to see me comin', how you know that, n*gga? 'Causе I been shinin' for a minute
Supercharge, my car's tinted
All them cars he in, rented
11-8 on my pendant, a real 38 Baby (Ah)
Choppers and dope in that vacant
For that coke, they gon' watch every corner so they can't take it
I put it on, like how I dress, this ho tryna rape me
Won't let me leave out the house, extortion, she tried to take it
These b*tches dyin' for my di*k, ugh, tuh
Don't stand in line for my spit, ugh, ugh (Ugh)
Ugh. I came out and nutted on her booty (Ooh), ooh, big booty Judy (Damn, damn)
Lift it up, tooty, tooty (Damn, damn), hittin' her hard, that pus*y pooty (Ugh)
Want a rich n*gga, have your sh*t together, gotta bring somethin' to the table
Is you stable? You got cable?
Want a rich n*gga, have your sh*t together, stay on my side like the neighbors
Is you able? Like a pager?
This n*gga got more than me but hatin', he 'posed to be big ol' P
Mad about this freak, mad 'cause when I pull off, my sh*t shake the street (Skrrt)
Mad 'cause when I pop out, b*tches break their neck and look at me (Dee Mula)
Some of you hoes know what's up, they know them fullers be on repeat (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
They know them choppers don't miss a beat
We hit their block, put sh*t to sleep
Up the Glock, you better not run (Run), Balenciaga's on my feet
They tried to play me like a rapper 'cause I go crazy on beats
And I got on jewelry like them but ain't nothin' of 'em made like me (Uh-oh)
They tried to count me out, I cut their fingers off
Cut these n*ggas off for leachin', that sh*t start to p*ss me off
And plus I'm independent
Ain't no rappers pushin' me, I'm savin' every penny
I'll spend it
n*gga better not p*ss me off, I break out fifty, n*gga
Drop it on your head, boy (f*ck n*gga)
Ain't no more goin' back and forth, I know you scared, boy (pus*y)
They beggin' me to stay on rapper timin', "Dee Mula, you the ticket" (Get out)
We could've robbed these n*ggas, took their sh*t but took a different route
They think I'm crazy but I ain't crazy, I'm throwed off (Huh)
They said I gave it, I f*cked the game up, I came raw
I came bulletproof Suburban, play with me, we purgin' (Skrrt)
Broke b*tches, ugh (Ugh), we curvin', pour that drink up, I'm thirsty
Just walked in this interview, popped a Perc', I was nervous
They asked too many questions 'bout the opps, about the murders
About these pus*y n*ggas that be lyin' like they hurt us
Them n*ggas never pinched me, duck their head like a turtle (Mm)
[Outro]
Them n*ggas never, they never pinched me, duck their head like a turtle
Yeah, yeah
Want a rich n*gga, have your sh*t together, gotta know what come on my table