Rich n*gga sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Go brazy, go brazy, go brazy
Hood rich, what up, brother?
Go brazy, go motherf*ckin' brazy
Thugger, Thugger, finally
Ayy, this that rich n*gga sh*t, Metro (Sheesh)

[Chorus]
Rich n*gga sh*t, pull up in the Phantom (Skrrt)
You know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon (SuWoo)
Rich n*gga sh*t, hundred in my linen (Racks)
Bad b*tches trailing me, on my way to Lenox
This that rich n*gga sh*t (Ayy)
n*gga, this that rich n*gga sh*t (Ayy)
Homie, this is rich n*gga sh*t (Squad)
I swear this is rich n*gga sh*t
Oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 1]
Rich n*gga sh*t (Sheesh)
b*tches want to f*ck my dogs, little ticks
All these b*tches gotta be gay, they f*cking cliques
We not playing cops and robbers but they it
b*tches say they want that South Beach, LeBron
b*tches eating ounces of molly like its yums
These b*tches know they can't have me they want my sons
These b*tches jumpin' me in they don't do no ones
Hickory di*kory Dock
I'm on my way up to the top
I got four spots filled up with narcs
I carry that white like Bubba Sparxxx
My diamonds are dancin', your diamonds look dark
I fire up that kush and they think that I fart
These n*ggas around you are shells like Mario Kart
They know that ya sweet, ya sweet like tarts
[Chorus]
Rich n*gga sh*t, pull up in the Phantom (Skrrt)
You know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon
Rich n*gga sh*t, hundred in my linen
Bad b*tches trailing me, on my way to Lenox
This that rich n*gga sh*t
n*gga, this that rich n*gga sh*t
Homie, this is rich n*gga sh*t
I swear this is rich n*gga sh*t
Oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 2]
Brazy, go brazy, go brazy
I cook that dope up like Easter, eggs (yes)
I hurt your heart, I catch her in the club and talk to her
Young Thugga get head in a Tonka truck
Before she take off she say buckle up, I'm like hold on baby
It's hard to get mad at the man that you made me baby (haha)
Man PeeWee Longway in the Audi going crazy
She catch it like oh my god throw it like Tom Brady
Young Thugger attracted to that green like a f*cking Navy
pus*y n*gga wanna diss, no jeans but he miss, me
I'm smokin' on weed and she countin' my cheese
Sub Zero lifestyle, f*ck n*gga freeze
I want them Ms, no Mickey D's
Chris Angel, tricks up my sleeve
[Chorus]
Rich n*gga sh*t, pull up in the Phantom (Skrrt)
You know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon
Rich n*gga sh*t, hundred in my linen (Racks)
Bad b*tches trailing me, on my way to Lenox
This that rich n*gga sh*t
n*gga, this that rich n*gga sh*t
Homie, this is rich n*gga sh*t
I swear this is rich n*gga sh*t
Oh yeah, oh yeah