Courtesy of a Rich n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
(Jose the Great)

[Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
My wrist, my bag, ride around in a Lam'
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
My toes in the sand, he wanna buy a b*tch land
I only f*ck with rich b*tches
Take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember I was in a jam, sh*t could still hit the fan

[Verse 1]
I only accept apologies in the form of cash (Yeah)
Multiple deposit fees added to my stash (Yeah)
I'm the reason why n*ggas postin' red flags (Yeah)
Reckless eyeballin', n*ggas starin' at my ass (Ooh)
All my b*tches ballin', all the n*ggas wanna smash (Ha)
All the n*ggas callin', we them b*tches they harass
Once I grip on it, n*gga, he ain't finna last (Ah)
Squeeze technique on it, had him c*mmin' fast (Yeah)
My face card valid, I don't give a b*tch a pass (Uh-uh)
Last b*tch had smoke turned into an ash (Rrah)
Call the n*gga Wake 'cause his di*k hella trash
Two hundred on the dash, I'ma show you how to dash
Exotic car switchin' lanes when I hit the gas (Ooh)
Peek into my closet, all you seen is some tags (Ooh)
On my Big Meech sh*t, I'm blowin' money fast (Yeah)
I'm paid in full, but he still count me half
[Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
My wrist, my bag, ride around in a Lam'
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
My toes in the sand, he wanna buy a b*tch land
I only f*ck with rich b*tches
Take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember I was in a jam, sh*t could still hit the fan

[Post-Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
Courtesy of a rich n*gga

[Verse 2]
With or without a n*gga, I'm a self-made boss
Soon as he cut you off, broke b*tch fallin' off
You a bum in designer, your purses is knock-offs
Don't let Instagram gas your head up, you b*tches soft
I'm the biggest threat, ain't no way they finna stop me
You goin' viral 'cause your surgery is sloppy
I'm servin' looks effortlessly and c*cky
Showed my pics to your stylist and told 'em copy
b*tches think they doin' something in that old-ass Benz
Look how you came out the house, b*tch, you need new friends
Your stack only look big 'cause it's twenties and tens
I ran it up so many times, I could do it again
How I pass b*tches up and I did three years in the pen'?
Everybody got they hand out, but they ain't f*ck with me then
That courtroom was empty, took them L's on the chin
My n*gga rockin' for me, they don't want me to win
[Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
My wrist, my bag, ride around in a Lam'
Courtesy of a rich n*gga
My toes in the sand, he wanna buy a b*tch land
I only f*ck with rich b*tches
Take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember I was in a jam, sh*t could still hit the fan

[Outro]
Bend me over the balcony and sl*t me out (Courtesy of a rich n*gga)
Put your hands all over me and sl*t me out (Courtesy of a rich n*gga)
I don't get mad, I get money
Let's go rack for rack, see who got the most money (Courtesy of a rich n*gga)
Let's go bag for bag, you wear knock-offs, honey (Courtesy of a rich n*gga)