When luxury meets the hustle, you get a track that flaunts wealth, ambition, and street life. The lyrics dive into the lavish lifestyle of the artists, showcasing their expensive tastes in cars, jewelry, and fashion. They talk about stacking money and handling business with a no-nonsense attitude. There's also a mix of romance and rawness as they express their desires and indulgences. Despite the flashy exterior, there's an underlying message about loyalty to their crew and staying true to their roots while climbing up the social ladder. It's all about living large and making sure everyone knows it!
Rich
Lyrics
Hey, hey
Skrt
W-W-Whoa
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Hey, hey
Skrt
W-W-Whoa
Thought you heard
Patek on my bitch (Patek)
Then I put two titties on my stick (boaw, roaw)
I don't wanna hit her, pass her an assist (hey, hey)
I drop my top, the coupe, the sun hit off my wrist (skrt)
I been dripping, ain't no slipping in my pimping (dripping, woo)
And I pop my rock, rich butt-whoop in the kitchen (whoop, whoop)
I put Forgis on my Bentley, up my inches (Forgis, hey)
My bitch, she only want a Birkin to match her interest (Birkin, Birkin)
Time to get up my bag and get on a mission (bag)
Niggas be going out sayin' we handle the business (sav')
Get your bitch, she winking eyes and blowing kisses (get your bitch)
I keep fire, the Glock a .40 with a biscuit (I keep fire)
Got tunnel vision
I done stacked my money up, I'm going up on my wealth hey
Did it with my gang so I can't go to top myself (gang)
You can smell gelati and biscotti on my breath (gelati)
Shawty wanna dive in my water, Michael Phelps (splash)
I got stripes, I'm a ref, double D up on my belt (stripes, Dior)
Drugs on the shelf, codeine, cocaine in the mouth (Codeine, hey)
Whole hundred thousand in my pocket, I can't stop (woo, woo)
Dripping on these bitches, it's a problem, need some help (drip, hey)
I been dreaming, diamonds made these bitches eat the semen (hey)
Fiending, I keep God with me, watch the demons (God)
Leaning, codeine in my blood and it's streaming (hoo, hoo)
Genie, you get three wishes, where the green at? (hoo, hoo, cash)
Yeah, whipping in the kitchen like it's porridge (yeah)
And I'ma eat that pussy, I ain't boring, pussy, I ain't boring
Chanel up on your feet and I adore it
And I got you feeling so important, feeling so important (yeah)
Whipping up the coke until the morning (yeah)
Whipping up the coke until we all rich, all rich
Lamborghini Aventador or the Urus?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ain't even sorry, yeah, ain't even sorry (yeah, woo)
Yeah, whipping in the kitchen like it's porridge (yeah)
And I'ma eat that pussy, I ain't boring, pussy, I ain't boring
Chanel up on your feet and I adore it
And I got you feeling so important, feeling so important (yeah)
Whipping up the coke until the morning (yeah)
Whipping up the coke until we all rich, all rich (yeah)
Lamborghini Aventador or the Urus?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ain't even sorry, yeah, ain't even sorry
Gaze at my jewels, Js are my jewels (yeah, woo)
.38, that's my tool
We don't aim for the roof (skeet, skeet, skeet)
Bando Baby 29, you'll die right here (woo)
This is something you see every light-light year, yeah (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Bando, hmm (woo, woo, woo)
Nigga tryna do his research like it's Recess and he Randall (Randall)
When we ride out, we in camo (skeet, skeet, skeet)
Mm, mm, mm, mm (bah, bah, bah, bah)
Murder's a subject that we can handle
Darling, can I get a taste? (can I?)
Eat your pussy for lunch and I'll shoot your boyfriend in the face (hahaha)
Let's go Paris for the weekend
Darling, I can keep a secret
Yo, I sipped lean last night, I couldn't sleep last night (yeah)
Too much on my mind, I couldn't dream last night
I go Paris, I'ma need tonight
She a Capricorn, she's with me tonight
Girl, you're a bad habit, spend thousands and I don't panic (no)
Eat her pussy with no teeth, I leave no damage (haha)
She just said, "Celiné" she's dying for those CCs
Baby, fuck me like you need me (ooh)
These niggas whipping coke, but they're bad at it (mm)
I just poured a four, I took a Xan with it (mm, mm)
I throw you 50 bands, you keep it a secret (woo, skeet, skeet)
Promise that you'll never ever tell where I'm leaping (skeet, skeet, skeet)
Yeah, whipping in the kitchen like it's porridge (yeah)
And I'ma eat that pussy, I ain't boring, pussy, I ain't boring
Chanel up on your feet and I adore it
And I got you feeling so important, feeling so important (yeah)
Whipping up the coke until the morning (yeah)
Whipping up the coke until we all rich, all rich
Lamborghini Aventador or the Urus?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ain't even sorry, yeah, ain't even sorry (yeah, woo)
Yeah, whipping in the kitchen like it's porridge (yeah)
And I'ma eat that pussy, I ain't boring, pussy, I ain't boring
Chanel up on your feet and I adore it
And I got you feeling so important, feeling so important (yeah)
Whipping up the coke until the morning (yeah)
Whipping up the coke until we all rich, all rich (yeah)
Lamborghini Aventador or the Urus?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ain't even sorry, yeah, ain't even sorry
Writer(s): Kiari Kendrell Cephus
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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