Mad Rich lyrics

[Intro]
Gee Hues, you did this one
Ayo Jug!

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon Thakidd]
Damn
I'ma slide, I don't do no one on one
We outside, Rolex say four thirty
I'm the man all these b*tches too thirsty (thirsty)
Did that boy in the past, do him dirty (dirty)
Backspace on the block, n*gga, yeah we delete sh*t
My b*tch she pull up with choppas and heat, sh*t
Start it, no running back, cut that b*tch just like a ciggy
This ain't no hellcat this a demon, yeah

[Chorus: Brandon Thakidd]
Put that b*tch to a heat, then I gas it
f*ck a diss, we leave your ass in a casket (skrt)
We spinning in silence, why f*ck n*ggas braggin'?
They buy a new shirt and don't take off the tag, b*tch (yeah)
You see that n*gga broke, don't be that b*tch
They see me blowin' up with a bad b*tch
Spent a rack on these jeans so I'm saggin'
I'm so high off the dope, I'm jet laggin'
Designer my closet, MC Magic
Givenchy my shoes, fashion
Bought a bag for my bag, so I bagged it
That's your b*tch not my b*tch, yeah I bagged it
The Glock in my bag I been had it
And I feel like Osama Bin Laden
And that n*gga he broke, don't be that b*tch
Oh, they hating on me cause I'm mad rich
[Verse: 637godwin]
For money I turned into a savage (gang)
I just add and divide, that sh*t average (facts)
We been chasing green, I ain't talking cabbage
I like all my ho's skinny, no fat b*tch (yeah)
40. on my waste I'm keeping it tucked (gang)
Run up on me, then your ass out of luck
No emotion, I cannot fall in love
Married to the guap these ho's be a dub
Run it up, ok
I speak Spanish, b*tch, I'm chasing dineros
Hola, need bank today
On the mic I'm rapping more than a pharaoh
223. on me, spray at your gang, your whole posse
I extended the clip so they all can see
Understand that that b*tch wasn't the one for me
Now, n*ggas be talking their sh*t, but they don't understand they gon' get clapped
It's over
Whip in a mystery machine, I might have to get me a scoob snack
Raggy?
Shawty in the past she dubbed me, she didn't love me, gave me heart attack
She a b*tch
Now I think these n*ggas see it, I think in the past they had cataracts

[Chorus: Brandon Thakidd]
Put that b*tch to a heat, then I gas it
f*ck a diss, we leave your ass in a casket (skrt)
We spinning in silence, why f*ck n*ggas braggin'?
They buy a new shirt and don't take off the tag, b*tch (yeah)
You see that n*gga broke, don't be that b*tch
They see me blowin' up with a bad b*tch
Spent a rack on these jeans so I'm saggin'
I'm so high off the dope, I'm jet laggin'
Designer my closet, MC Magic
Givenchy my shoes, fashion
Bought a bag for my bag, so I bagged it
That's your b*tch not my b*tch, yeah I bagged it
The Glock in my bag I been had it
And I feel like Osama Bin Laden
And that n*gga he broke, don't be that b*tch
Oh, they hating on me cause I'm mad rich