Richie Rich (RR) lyrics

[Intro]
(Play that sh*t, Four)
(Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though)

[Pre-Chorus]
Double-R like I'm Richie Rich
Got these n*ggas mad 'cause I'm sh*ttin' on they b*tch
Double-R, double-R like I'm Richie Rich
Got these n*ggas mad 'cause I'm sh*ttin' on they b*tch

[Chorus]
b*tches really mad that I'm getting to the guala
If he got them dollars, I can make the n*gga holler
Make him drop a bag and he still won't get a follow
I'm a real G b*tch, from the streets, I'm a scholar
Keep a couple n*ggas with a bankroll
Renni been pimpin', rock my lace with a Kangol
Money real long like a di*k when it hang low
He say, "Renni, you the realest," tell me somethin' that I ain't know

[Verse 1]
pus*y stay bald, I done p*ssed off Peter
If I let you meet her, then you know you gotta eat her
Call it Anna Mae, beat the b*tch like Tina
Need a whole lot of head, gotta give me that Gina
No, he don't rap, but he beat on the box
Eat on the box, skeet in the box
He say my name when I'm givin' him top
Feed me the di*k, I eat a lot
I love that money, he give me a lot
I count that bag with my hand on my Glock
b*tches is mad, but ain't takin' no shots
I been that b*tch, ain't no takin' my spot
[Pre-Chorus]
Double-R like I'm Richie Rich
Got these n*ggas mad 'cause I'm sh*ttin' on they b*tch
Double-R, double-R like I'm Richie Rich
Got these n*ggas mad 'cause I'm sh*ttin' on they b*tch

[Chorus]
b*tches really mad that I'm getting to the guala
If he got them dollars, I can make the n*gga holler
Make him drop a bag and he still won't get a follow
I'm a real G b*tch, from the streets, I'm a scholar
Keep a couple n*ggas with a bankroll
Renni been pimpin', rock my lace with a Kangol
Money real long like a di*k when it hang low
He say, "Renni, you the realest," tell me somethin' that I ain't know

[Verse 2]
Only catch plays like OBJ
And my bag full of chips like Frito-Lay
And I'm only catchin' money so I sleep okay
But I'll let him eat the pus*y like STK, yeah
n*gga fell in love with the wet-wet
Got the super-soaker, I be f*ckin' up the bed set
I don't want the neck, n*gga, show me where the check at
b*tches sendin' threats, then you know I gotta check that (b*tch)
[Refrain]
He love when I do it with two hands
Ass so fat, got a pit' stance
He throw them bands, make a b*tch dance
Cash a b*tch out like an advance
He love when I do it with two hands
Ass so fat, got a pit' stance
He throw them bands, make a b*tch dance
Cash a b*tch out like an advance

[Chorus]
b*tches really mad that I'm getting to the guala
If he got them dollars, I can make the n*gga holler
Make him drop a bag and he still won't get a follow
I'm a real G b*tch, from the streets, I'm a scholar
Keep a couple n*ggas with a bankroll
Renni been pimpin', rock my lace with a Kangol
Money real long like a di*k when it hang low
He say, "Renni, you the realest," tell me somethin' that I ain't know

[Outro]
Double-R like I'm Richie Rich
Got these n*ggas mad 'cause I'm sh*ttin' on they b*tch
Got these n*ggas mad 'cause I'm sh*ttin' on they b*tch