Really Rich lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby]
It's BandCamp and Grizzley, send a blitz, we feel offended
Huh?
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Huh, told Gary make my left wrist look like my right wrist
Quarterback the plays, make 'em touch down like Mike Vick
All-black 'fit make my jewelry hit like Tyson
Billion-dollar deals, I just really need one percent
n*gga, I be huntin' sh*t, let a n*gga run his lips
Four bank accounts, one me, I'm so f*ckin' rich
Spent a half a ticket on my kit, I ain't tuckin' sh*t
I can't leave the streets alone, I can't lie, I love this sh*t
Call my lawyer, I just blew the brains out the coupe
They ain't got no money, them boys way out the loop
My young boys'll slide down and put you on the news
I got me a box Monte, finna put this b*tch on shoes
I be with the goons, we don't follow rules
Got like five trophies on my neck, how can I lose?
Bust Patek on, I think this b*tch gon' leave a bruise
I just a had a meeting with my plug this morning on Zoom

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Boy, I'm really rich, not thousand-dollar rich
I got thousands on thousands, got all kinda sh*t
Huh, boy, I'm really rich, not one-house rich
I got houses on houses, got all kinda sh*t (Huh?)
Boy, I'm really rich, not just hood rich
I got mansions and Pateks, got all kinda sh*t (Huh?)
Boy, I'm really rich, I'm not just playin' rich
I'm not just sayin' sh*t, I got all kinda sh*t (Huh?)
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
I just told my jeweler make my tennis match my earrings (Do that)
Sober in this b*tch, but we'll nut up like we off six beans (No cap)
Tell your ho stop callin' me, I come through when my b*tch sleep
The house I grew up in cost thirty, I spent that on Van Cleef
n*gga, I'm for real rich, I am not for fun rich (Uh-uh)
Electric new 580, fifty pointers in my son sh*t (Facts)
I fly to London, blow a bag at Harrods on some nonsense
She tryna f*ck, but I can't put my di*k inside no bum b*tch (Can't do it)
Toledo b*tch, she know who n*ggas is, still asked, "Who is he?" (What?)
I should've reached inside my fanny, smacked that b*tch with fifty (b*tch)
We the richest in the city, b*tch, my newborn got on Fendi (No cap)
It's BandCamp and Grizzley, send a blitz, we feel offended (Go get 'em)
Hoodbachi, I don't eat Benis, I treat Prada like the Nike store (I do)
I bought this sh*t just 'cause you can't afford it, I don't like it, though
What your b*tch got in common with my shooters, they all like to blow
I drop a bag and catch a flight, you dead before my luggage stowed

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Boy, I'm really rich, not thousand-dollar rich
I got thousands on thousands, got all kinda sh*t
Huh, boy, I'm really rich, not one-house rich
I got houses on houses, got all kinda sh*t (Huh?)
Boy, I'm really rich, not just hood rich
I got mansions and Pateks, got all kinda sh*t (Huh?)
Boy, I'm really rich, I'm not just playin' rich
I'm not just sayin' sh*t, I got all kinda sh*t (Huh?)
[Outro: Tee Grizzley]
I should've reached inside my fanny, smacked that b*tch with fifty
We the richest in the city, b*tch, my newborn got on Fendi