Rlly rich (Really Rlly) lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, a big old tonka, yeah, the tonka truck
Go ahead and call your mommy (Yeah, yeah)
These kids really fake, they for the lames, they f*ckin' jabronies
Ever headed to a Helmut Lang like I was born a mummy (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm a born winner, yeah, I'm a bored sinner (Yeah)
They jumped out the biscuit, she still pull up, dropped by blicky
I got twizzy down the road in every state, they movin' slickly (Phew)
I boot up when I wake up, I don't evеn have no thoughts no more
I got a band in the bag, sittin' in thе back with the butterfly doors on it too (Phew)
And I don't even mean to go brag, but I got a bag and they just been goin' out sad, yeah (Yeah)
You don't even get no money, your life is so crummy, like it's bummy, yeah
Stimulus got to they head, it's only fourteen hunnid, got to they muffin, yeah (Muffin)
I went and got off my ass, I got to the racks, I got to the cash
Soon as I geek up, I'm not alive but I'm not dead (Oh)
b*tch was actin' stupid at the store, I left her there (Yeah)
I took a Percocet then hit the stu', it ain't even fair (All the way, all the way)

[Verse]
b*tch ate me like some fruits, yeah, like a pear (Hah)
Hide and seek, gotta see this money everywhere I stare (Yeah)
Yeah, these kids ain't f*ckin had the money count they wear
Yeah, everywhere I go it's money counter all I hear (Ah)
Yeah (Yeah), finna boot up, then get up, then geek up, then tweak up (Boot up)
I'm finna' go from NY, go hit London, then sip on this Wock' in a tea cup (No kidding)
Wake up and take me a bag, f*ck wit the virgin Latin, yeah
I don't like Rick Owens pants, I like normal Ksubi jeans (Not at all)
I done seen them sign, then fall off and fumble a bag (Woah)
There's only so much you could do, so much you could say before you goin' out sad (Ooh)
Yeah, I don't give a f*ck what you had (None of it)
You don't even show respect (Ack)
Yeah, I had to f*ckin' not care about anybody when they didn't want me to win
Yeah, sit in my bag again, sit in my bag again
I told my devil every last one of my sins
You went out sad, I know it hurt like you had made up tell sh*ts (Ooh)
And you get mad I tell you the truth, boy, you pus*y for taking defense (Yeah)
It don't make sense lil' b*tch (Yeah), go 'head and climb on a fence, lil' b*tch (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we stupid rich, stupid extra really rich (Yeah)
Yeah, my Patek a fish, that b*tch gon eat up the di*k
I walk in the building, I'm richer than all of my haters, I know that they mad as sh*t
[Chorus]
Yeah, a big old tonka, yeah, the tonka truck
Go ahead and call your mommy (Yeah, yeah)
These kids really fake, they for the lames, they f*ckin' jabronies
Ever headed to a Helmut Lang like I was born a mummy (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm a born winner, yeah, I'm a bored sinner (Yeah)
They jumped out the biscuit, she still pull up, dropped by blicky
I got twizzy down the road in every state, they movin' slickly (Phew)
I boot up when I wake up, I don't even have no thoughts no more
I got a band in the bag, sittin' in the back with the butterfly doors on it too (Phew)
And I don't even mean to go brag, but I got a bag and they just been goin' out sad, yeah (Yeah)
You don't even get no money, your life is so crummy, like it's bummy, yeah
Stimulus got to they head, it's only fourteen hunnid, got to they muffin, yeah (Muffin)
I went and got off my ass, I got to the racks, I got to the cash
Soon as I geek up, I'm not alive but I'm not dead (Oh)
b*tch was actin' stupid at the store, I left her there (Yeah)
I took a Percocet then hit the stu', it ain't even fair (All the way, all the way)

[Outro]
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