Been Rich lyrics

[Intro: Tay B]
(Beatgang)
Yeah, all facts, lil' n*gga
Easy Money sh*t, n*gga
Ayy

[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Two Cullinans and a lamb chop
We blam opps, ain't felt no pain since my mans died
f*ck a Drac', I put a switch on my tan Glock
Ten Cuban links on, I bet I stand out

[Verse 2: Tay B]
Huh, di*k suckin' before the hoes, n*ggas fanned out
Y'all was rich for a year, that pape' ran out
Give lil' bro a hundred when they let my mans out
This b*tch ain't wanna let me f*ck, I bet I can now

[Verse 3: Baby Money]
Yeah, pull your pants down
They close Saks when I walk in, don't need no damn stylist
Ballin', Celine headbands, b*tch, I'm Ben Wallace
My shooter pickin' pape' up, the opps still droppin'
It's f*ck 12, but tell them n*ggas that I been coppin'

[Verse 4: Tay B]
We been coppin', been rich, b*tch, we been crunchin'
You can go and ask your ho, she been di*k suckin'
How you send a hundrеd shots and you don't hit nothin'?
How you f*ck a hundred n*ggas and ain't get nothin'?
I just came in your mouth, I can't kiss nothin'
You don't buy your b*tch sh*t, I know that b*tch f*ckin'
Fivе carats each ear, I feel like Crumbles
If you bring a b*tch with you, then I might touch you
[Verse 5: Baby Money]
If he buy a brick or two, then I might front you
Value goin' up plain, I ain't ice nothin'
I knew the plug all my life, we just like cousins
Loyalty is everything, I pay his price for him
Park the car, get on feet, I feel like runnin'
Scope on everything we cop, b*tch, we like huntin'
Throwin' up drank and Addy V's, I got a light stomach
In Saint Laurent and Louis V, I feel like money
She wanna write back, send a flight, my dog been sendin' kites
German engineering and we like a million in on ice

[Verse 6: Tay B]
You can pull up and get f*cked, you can never spend the night
Playin' with my pape', kidnap the kid, Uncle Ice
Yeah, I rap, but I'll never stop trappin', this my life
You want a deal, I'll never stop taxin', this my price

[Verse 7: Baby Money]
Keep it real, since a kid, I been f*ckin' n*ggas' wifes
Four hundred on a light day, our ice be cuttin' on the lights, easy money

[Outro]
(What up, Antt?)
(Bang that sh*t)