Courtesy Of A Rich N**** lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich n*gga

[Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
My wrist, my bag
Ride around in a lamb
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
My toes in the sand, he want to buy a b*tch land
I only f*ck with rich b*tches
Take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember I was in a jam
sh*t could still hit the fan

[Verse 1]
I only accept apologies in the form of cash
Multiple deposit fees added to my stash
I'm the reason why n*ggas posting red flags
Reckless eyeballin', n*ggas starin' at my ass
All my b*tches balling, all the n*ggas wanna smash
All the n*ggas calling, we them b*tches they harass
Once I grip on it, n*gga he ain't finna last
Squeeze technique, had it coming fast
My face card valid, I don't give a b*tch a pass
Last b*tch had smoke turned into a ash
Call the n*gga white 'cause his di*k hella trash
200 on the dash, I'mma show you how to Dash
Designer cars switching lanes when I hit the gas
Peek into my closet, all you seen is some Tag
Hold my big meat, sh*t I'm blowing money fast
I ain't beggin' for it, but he still want the cash
[Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
My wrist, my bag
Ride around in a lamb
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
My toes in the sand, he want to buy a b*tch land
I only f*ck with rich b*tches
Take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember I was in a jam
sh*t could still hit the fan

[Post-Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
Courtesy of a rich n*gga

[Verse 2]
You were throwing out a n*gga
I'm a self made boss
Soon as he catch you up, you broke b*tch falling off
You a bum in designer, your purses knock off
Don't let Instagram gas your head up, you b*tches soft
I'm the biggest threat, ain't no way they finna stop me
You going viral 'cause your surgery is sloppy
I'm serving looks effortlessly and c*cky
Show my pics to your stylist and told them "Copy"
b*tches think they doing something in that old ass Benz
Look how you came out the house, b*tch you need new friends
Your stack only look big 'cause it's 20s and 10s
I ran it up so many times, I could do it again
I pass b*tches up, and I did three years in a pin
Everybody got they hand out, but they ain't f*ck with me then
That court room was empty, they took the Ms on the chin
My n*gga rockin' for me, they don't want me to win
[Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
My wrist, my bag
Ride around in a lamb
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
My toes in the sand, he want to buy a b*tch land
I only f*ck with rich b*tches
Take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember I was in a jam
sh*t could still hit the fan

[Post-Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
Put your hands all over me, and show me out (Courtesy of a rich n*gga)
They just mad I get money
Let's go racks for racks, who got the most money?
Let's go, bag for bag, yours are knock offs honey