Rich No Duh lyrics

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Duh-uh
(Ayy, Nard)

[Chorus]
Rich, no duh (No duh)
b*tch, I'm the plug (b*tch, I'm the plug)
Blick in the club (Blick in the club)
Switch on the gun (Switch on the gun)
Expensive-ass cup (Uh)
Bad b*tch, no cuff

[Verse 1]
I can't be rubbed wrong without seein' blood
Hundred pair of jeans and they all a thousand-plus
I ain't got it on me, this ain't nothin' but a dub (Nah)
If I told you what I spent this month, it'd f*ck you up
Poppin' Ace of Spaces, f*ck, I think I'm Mr. Rugs (Huh?)
Way I run the plays, man, I should be screamin', "Hut" (Hut)
We ain't catching fades, put your ass next to the sun
Take your lemonade, made that b*tch look like a plum (What the hell?)
Money different shade, rainbow, it's a punk
All my money blue, think it's sad, need a hug (Bee)
Even though she love me, show that b*tch no love (Show that b*tch no lovе)
I don't give a f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (I swear to God)
Thesе blood diamonds on my neck, R.I.P. Hutch (R.I.P. Hutch)
Only time I sip on DeLeón, I'm with Puff
Orange, white, pink like the hair on Lil Pump (Huh?)
Two girls, one me, feel I'm getting ambushed (Gettin' ambushed)
Call me King Bait, n*gga, I just be playin' dumb (Just be playin' dumb)
You ain't worth my dap, give your ass a fist bump (n*gga)
b*tch don't wanna leave, that's why I don't like havin' her come (Damn)
Earl Sweatshirt, b*tch, I don't want no haircut (Want no haircut)
[Chorus]
I'm rich, no duh (No duh)
b*tch, I'm the plug (b*tch, I'm the plug)
Blick in the club (Blick in it)
Switch on the gun
Flinch if you want
Rrr, now he done

[Verse 2]
I don't do cuff, pass the b*tch to my brother (Yeah)
This oop came from James, boy, I'm Clinton Capella (Don't talk)
I made a new handshake for me and the bank teller (Yeah)
My play a hundred mil', let me know if you really with it (Let me know)
Right now, I can't talk, I'm on a jet eating chicken tenders (Nah)
I can't even get them boys to stop while they spin-a-binnin'
You know he probably fake if he say he a real n*gga (Know he probably fake as hell)
You know my cup so dark, man, that b*tch a lil' cotton picker (Nah, man)
Switchy on that b*tch, spit like it's eatin' watermelon
Diamonds on a n*gga, camera flashin', it blind a n*gga
I ain't ever signed, got the money to sign a n*gga (Swear to God)
Geeked right now, got Scotty with me

[Chorus]
b*tch, you know I'm rich, no duh
b*tch, I'm the plug
Blick in the club
Switch on the gun
Expensive-ass cup
Bad b*tch, no cuff