Rich Facts lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ayy
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my n*gga Doe, baow)
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
On the real, n*gga, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my b*tch thick, n*gga, that's some big facts
You workin' nine to five, then b*tch, I can't even hit that
Your n*gga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his b*tch back
Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack
I go everywhere with my chain, ain't rare, but I get my sh*t snatched
I got two b*tches, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit Kats
You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? b*tch, you know I'm with that
And that b*tch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

[Verse 1]
But now I want my b*tch back
I'm like, "Damn, I really miss her, damn, I really miss that"
I'm like, "Damn, I really played, how the f*ck lil' B gon' fix that?"
Every time I went through pain, ran up me a big sack
Every time I went through pain, doubled back, got way litter
You with a country n*gga in the city, that's why I got way slicker
On my side of town, n*gga, we ain't buckin' fades, n*gga
On my side of town, we put b*tches in they place, n*gga
If I ain't got no way, I'm gon' make a way, n*gga
I know you'll play my face, I ain't had nowhere to stay, n*gga
I tried to right my wrongs, but I see that I played with you
I'm n*ggas' pappy, all these n*ggas that I done made, n*gga
I make her take down three shots, Dwyane Wade, n*gga
Won't sweep the floor no more 'cause, b*tch, you know I'm a made n*gga
The same follows on the 'Gram, you know I'm way bigger
I hang with dirt divers, you know I'm with them gravediggers
I hope she know she gon' get it too, tryna be a gang member
All that ice you got and still can't eat, y'all lame n*ggas
The n*ggas I started with, I'm still comin' with the same n*ggas
Illegal turn, they tried to pull me 'cause I'm a lane switcher
I throw the ball, I call the plays, n*gga, I'm the main pitcher
I put that n*gga and his lil' dog up in the same Swisher
I told that n*gga I love him and I'ma share that pain with him
He crossed me out, then I cropped him out that same picture
[Chorus]
On the real, n*gga, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my b*tch thick, n*gga, that's some big facts
You workin' nine to five, then b*tch, I can't even hit that
Your n*gga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his b*tch back
Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack
I go everywhere with my chain, ain't rare, but I get my sh*t snatched
I got two b*tches, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit Kats
You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? b*tch, you know I'm with that
And that b*tch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

[Verse 2]
I got too many b*tches, I don't know when I'ma quit 'em
Told her, "I'ma reserve myself," but you know I'm tryna stick her
Wanna see a rich-ass n*gga? Look up in the mirror
You wanna see a b*tch-ass n*gga? Go look up in the mirror
Milk the game, n*gga, but I ain't milkin' out no cereal
I just speak my mind, n*gga, ain't worried 'bout bein' lyrical
Every n*gga I seen go to jail, they went and bought a vehicle
I don't take her serious, everything they do, the b*tch too typical
Move right 'cause these bullets that I shoot, these b*tches invisible
Trap at night, but the place I'm trappin' at, this sh*t ain't little
How the f*ck I sign for all them M's? This sh*t right here a miracle
Hmm, nah, for real, pop it

[Chorus]
On the real, n*gga, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my b*tch thick, n*gga, that's some big facts
You workin' nine to five, then b*tch, I can't even hit that
Your n*gga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his b*tch back
Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack
I go everywhere with my chain, ain't rare, but I get my sh*t snatched
I got two b*tches, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit Kats
You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? b*tch, you know I'm with that
And that b*tch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that