Rich Junkie lyrics

[Intro: Tay B]
(Okay, Jones)
Huh

[Chorus: Tay B]
Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I'm a rich junkie
A n*gga tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin'
Pandemic boys, I know you n*ggas miss money
Thinkin' 'bout my granny, other than that, I don't miss nothin'
Yeah, this shirt plain as hell, but it cost me six hundred
Got on plain jane now, but I can come out wrist bustin'
Bougie n*gga, if I speak to your ho, the b*tch lucky
You can keep that b*tch, I don't want your ho, that b*tch ugly

[Verse 1: Tay B]
Hmm, man, a lot of rappers broke, I'll sign you
Lil' n*gga, I'm the sh*t, must I remind you?
If my brother say it's on the floor, I'm right behind you
I'm the one that's hoppin' out with you, I can't drive you
I am not the one to f*ck with, must I advise you?
Baby, I can't trust you, gotta hit you with a condom
It's really hard for me to fall in love, that's on my mama
Tender n*ggas wanna kill me, it ain't sh*t but some vagina
Your kit cheap, it ain't worth the sh*t that's in my closet
Don't wanna get rich, I don't even wanna be around you
You can leave if you wanna leave, I won't hound you
I ain't makin' love to no ho, I'm gon' pound you
[Chorus: Tay B]
Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I'm a rich junkie
A n*gga tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin'
Pandemic boys, I know you n*ggas miss money
Thinkin' 'bout my granny, other than that, I don't miss nothin'
Yeah, this shirt plain as hell, but it cost me six hundred
Got on plain jane now, but I can come out wrist bustin'
Bougie n*gga, if I speak to your ho, the b*tch lucky
You can keep that b*tch, I don't want your ho, that b*tch ugly

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
The sh*t I been doing'll get a n*gga five to ten
Get back on your 'Gram, tell 'em what I'm slidin' in
I don't hang with rappers, them n*ggas not my friends
Couldn't catch his ass out, so we popped his mans
I mean dropped his mans
I'm out here slidin' with the sticks like a hockey fan (I'm a hockey fan)
I don't know who told y'all n*ggas I'm not gon' spin (Huh?)
n*ggas dyin', n*ggas still doin' all that playin'
I got a fifty in Amiri
Two-fifty in the ceiling, iced up, I'm just chillin'
Gettin' money, n*gga, clearly
Three condos, n*ggas can't f*ck with me really
I can hit a n*gga b*tch or get a n*gga hit
Please don't brag about a hundred, man, that lil' sh*t get spent
Ten thousand ain't sh*t, man, I'll spend that on my b*tch
You can't get another life, I can get another kit (Huh?)
Slidin' in designer, tryna hit him in his sh*t (Bah)
The streets talk to me 'cause I'm really in the mix, huh?
[Chorus: Tay B]
Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I'm a rich junkie
A n*gga tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin'
Pandemic boys, I know you n*ggas miss money
Thinkin' 'bout my granny, other than that, I don't miss nothin'
Yeah, this shirt plain as hell, but it cost me six hundred
Got on plain jane now, but I can come out wrist bustin' (Okay, Jones)
Bougie n*gga, if I speak to your ho, the b*tch lucky
You can keep that b*tch, I don't want your ho, that b*tch ugly