Rich n*gga lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Chorus]
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist (well damn)
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
b*tch won't you come a suck a rich n*gga di*k
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
How much money can just one n*gga get
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist

[Verse 1]
See I'm not bragin'
But I got mo' money get, mo' money than yo daddy sadly
Pull up in that Ashton
Its not Michael Jackson
Imagine, its the main attraction
And that n*gga handsome
Use to have a magnum
100lbs of mid, I tried to gram 'em
Way before a n*gga dropped an album
I was pushin' pampers, stamp em, got em by the handle
An my name ringin' in East Atlanta
Took em 2 savanna
An to Alabama
An every country town close to Atlanta
I'm too hot to handle
Way I scramble they thank I'm Randall
Cookin' every plate like Barry Sanders
Cookin' with a hanger
Heat it wit a lighter, stove, or candle
Whatever must be done to get them grams up
I'mma run them grams up
I'mma cook them yams up
Zone 6 East Atlanta stand up
[Chorus]
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist (well damn)
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
b*tch won't you come a suck a rich n*gga di*k
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
How much money can just one n*gga get
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist

[Verse 2]
Swaggin', girl I got mo money den yo has been
Husband, boyfriend or yo baby daddy
28 but still I can be yo suga daddy
Yo n*gga use to have it
But now he doesn't have it
Pedicures 'n manicures
Was once your daily habits
Now he doesn't got it
So you callin' off the marriage
Made that man Dallas
So you thought he was a maverick
Said your gonna break up with him
As soon as he get his taxes (damn)
Baby girl he got you lookin' nasty
Use to be attractive
But right now you're unattractive
Aye somebody said that that girl had an ass den
Somebody tell me where all of her ass went
An her n*gga in that county
Sittin' in that county and his bond $400
An that ain't no f*ckin' money
He still sitting in that county
[Chorus]
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist (well damn)
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
b*tch won't you come a suck a rich n*gga di*k
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
How much money can just one n*gga get
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist

[Verse 3]
He awful
But still I got mo money den her brother
Don't believe me, ask his baby mother
I know that he love her
You know that I f*cked her
You know that she sucked me
An I f*cked her wit a rubber
f*cked her undercover
Naw, I f*cked that b*tch on top of covers
Den I left a 100 on the dresser
100 on the dresser
Yea I left a 100 on the dresser
Just to show that girl I was successful
And the lord done blessed her
I am not regretful
Nicknamed her punchanella blue
An what I tell ya
Now her brother jealous
Tell brother sell a million records
'Cuz its chess to him to me it's checkers (GUCCI)
[Chorus]
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist (well damn)
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
b*tch won't you come a suck a rich n*gga di*k
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
How much money can just one n*gga get
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist
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