Rïch off rap lyrics

[Intro: Yeat]
Ayy, no cap, man
I just got off the phone with Uzi, man
He told me, "Slime, you're tearing this sh*t up"
I said, "Yeah, we're touching millions easy"
They don't touch no 'buns either, its really easy
I just did sh*t the wrong way

[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah, all of my diamonds, they flooded
Walk in the building, my b*tch done love it (Love it)
I don't even need you to tell me nothin' (Huh, yeah)
I already knew I'm the muhf*ckin' one (Yeah)
I already knew all this sh*t from the jump, I told you this sh*t already been done, ho (Ho)
You can get slapped, huh (You can get slapped, yeah)
I'm on the phone with my slatt (Yeah)
I ain't ever gon' talk about none of my brothers behind they back, I ain't no rat (No cap)
I'm telling you, they be on lame sh*t, they be on foo sh*t, b*tch, they all whack (All whack)
I'm telling you, I'm in my lane, b*tch, you is a brain, b*tch, give it all back (Swerve)
Yeah, give it all back, I just pulled up in a Scat (Skrrt)
I don't be f*cking with nobody, b*tch, I'ma dodge all the muhf*ckin' cap (The cap)
All of my brothers, we known we rich, my pockets rich off rap
Pull up outside, and I ain't even doing nothing, lil' b*tch, I'm rich off the rap, huh
Yeah, rich off the rap (The rap), take them lil' boys off the map (The map)
We take a lil' pus*y out they shoes, we circle 'round the corner, then we take that sh*t back (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
No, this sh*t ain't no blues, but you 'boutta lose, 'cause this sh*t get sad (Lil' sad)
I know that you got it confused, 'cause you don't got no views, this sh*t turnin' sad, hey (It's sad)
b*tch, I'm as high as a crane (Lil' crane)
Your b*tch 'bout to pull up and give Helmut Lang
You ain't even understand what I'm saying, I'm talkin' 'bout the muhf*ckin' brain (Yeah, yeah)
Yves Saint Laurent for the frame (Yeah, yeah), you shoot for the moon, but you late (Luh Yeat)
b*tch, I'm already awake (Luh Yeat)
My music, this sh*t here to stay (Yeah, that's facts)
[Verse: Gwallahs]
b*tch, I want top, Helmut Lang
So I'm Goku, I go Super Saiyan
She on her knees, I don't think that she praying
She got that super soaker, it be spraying (Phew, phew, phew)
Your b*tch all on my body, I'm finna fill her right up
I got your girl, she a thotty, she wanna take all my nut (Yeah, yeah)
In the 305 with all my Zoe's
My wrist really frozen, you know it's gon' snow
Got a bad French b*tch, that my new château
I got rich off of rap, I ain't scamming no more (No more)
b*tch, I'mma smoke in that booth
I need some lean, I'm sneezing, achoo (Yeah)
Thirty-six hundred, my shoe
I got n*ggas that's red and blue (Red and blue)
She wanna kick it, jujitsu
I'm so legendary, n*gga, call me Mew
He a fake blood, saying "Woosoo" (Hmm, hmm)
Take a trip with my b*tch to Jimmy Choo
I got snakes in my lawn like bamboo (Hah, ah)
And my b*tch is a doll like voodoo
Level up and evolve like Mewchu (Hah, ah, ah)
Got connections around like Bluetooth (Ah)
She wanna do it again (Again), but I'm tryna f*ck on her friend (f*ck on her friend)
Swervin' around in a Benz (Around in a Benz), got Cartier all on my lens ('Ier all on my lens)
All of y'all n*ggas is bums, all of y'all n*ggas is f*ckin' disgusting
Walk in the front, through the door (Woah, woah), I had the party go up and it's jumpin'
I'm finna give up my life (My life), I'm finna go take the chance (Chance)
All of my diamonds, they glist' (They glist'), all of my diamonds they dance
And my bro count stayin' on low, 'cause n*ggas be snakin' they mans
Got the money when I'm young, now I got infinite bands (Infinite bands)
[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah, all of my diamonds, they flooded
Walk in the building, my b*tch done love it (Love it)
I don't even need you to tell me nothin' (Huh, yeah)
I already knew I'm the muhf*ckin' one (Yeah)
I already knew all this sh*t from the jump, I told you this sh*t already been done, ho (Ho)
You can get slapped, huh (You can get slapped, yeah)
I'm on the phone with my slatt (Yeah)
I ain't ever gon' talk about none of my brothers behind they back, I ain't no rat (No cap)
I'm telling you, they be on lame sh*t, they be on foo sh*t, b*tch, they all whack (All whack)
I'm telling you, I'm in my lane, b*tch, you is a brain, b*tch, give it all back (Swerve)
Yeah, give it all back, I just pulled up in a Scat (Skrrt)
I don't be f*cking with nobody, b*tch, I'ma dodge all the muhf*ckin' cap (The cap)
All of my brothers, we known we rich, my pockets rich off rap
Pull up outside, and I ain't even doing nothing, lil' b*tch, I'm rich off the rap, huh
Yeah, rich off the rap (The rap), take them lil' boys off the map (The map)
We take a lil' pus*y out they shoes, we circle 'round the corner, then we take that sh*t back (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
No, this sh*t ain't no blues, but you 'boutta lose, 'cause this sh*t get sad (Lil' sad)
I know that you got it confused, 'cause you don't got no views, this sh*t turnin' sad, hey (It's sad)
b*tch, I'm as high as a crane (Lil' crane)
Your b*tch 'bout to pull up and give Helmut Lang
You ain't even understand what I'm saying, I'm talkin' 'bout the muhf*ckin' brain (Yeah, yeah)
Yves Saint Laurent for the frame (Yeah, yeah), you shoot for the moon, but you late (Luh Yeat)
b*tch, I'm already awake (Luh Yeat)
My music, this sh*t here to stay (Yeah, that's facts)