Ricch n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
Nah, I say rich man, rich man
That’s what I said every time, rich man
Hmm
She said she want a, she said she want a, ayy
Ah-ah-ahem
Ah-ah-ahem
Rich man, yay

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
She say she wanna f*ck with a rich n*gga
And you ain’t with us 'less you on the list n*gga
I be ballin' in the streets like a nig' n*gga
When she in a foreign that’s the only time she miss n*ggas
She say she wanna f*ck with a rich n*gga
And you ain’t with us 'less you on the list n*gga
I be ballin' in the streets like a nig' n*gga
When she in a foreign that’s the only time she miss n*ggas

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Rollin up the duffel bag and seta right
Flyin' in a foreign drinkin' lean Sprite
Whippin' in the kitchen with my teams right
She callin' up my phone like, "What it be like"
I call her ass back like, "What the f*ck, ho"
Get into this di*k like she my cup, ho
Money, that’s what I be makin' much more
Hangin' at the trap house, po-po at the front door
Bad b*tch in the BM she be swerving
Do magic with the money like I’m Irvin
Youngins we be puttin' all the work in
And we be on the corners, b*tch we servin'
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
She say she wanna f*ck with a rich n*gga
And you ain’t with us 'less you on the list n*gga
I be ballin' in the streets like a nig' n*gga
When she in a foreign that’s the only time she miss n*ggas
She say she wanna f*ck with a rich n*gga
And you ain’t with us 'less you on the list n*gga
I be ballin' in the streets like a nig' n*gga
When she in a foreign that’s the only time she miss n*ggas

[Verse 2: P1]
Yeah, heard she got a n*gga I’ma still f*ck her
Start to eat that di*k like it’s still some'n'
And you gon' find out and you gon' still trust her
And I’ma still duck her and you gon' still love her
You know 'bout me, can’t say I give a f*ck
She pull up in that Bim', you know she gon' give it up
Got three juice in my two cup
Same day and a new sl*t
New brand in my new truck
Hit it once, don’t give two f*cks
Gamin' and the crew up for real
And she gon' give me brain 'til the lil' b*tch silly
She f*ckin' no discussion 'cause she know I work this Billy
Call me Papi with the P upon my cap like I’m from Philly
Yeah, man I got it
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
She say she wanna f*ck with a rich n*gga
And you ain’t with us 'less you on the list n*gga
I be ballin' in the streets like a nig' n*gga
When she in a foreign that’s the only time she miss n*ggas
She say she wanna f*ck with a rich n*gga
And you ain’t with us 'less you on the list n*gga
I be ballin' in the streets like a nig' n*gga
When she in a foreign that’s the only time she miss n*ggas

[Outro: Roddy Ricch & P1]
I call her ass back like, "What the f*ck, ho"
Hangin' at the trap house, po-po at the front door
Heard she had a n*gga I’ma still f*ck her
And you gon' find out and you gon' still trust her