Rich n*gga sh*t (ChopNotSlop Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
You f*ck with the one, they f*ck with you, what?
The n*ggas—, the bi—, the dumb-ass b*tches wanna come up and lay up and give you some pus*y at, what?
Twelve? One o'clock at night? Face-ass n*gga, do I look dumb, stupid or slow?
n*gga please, what the f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
Just like you wanna stick a di*k up in me, I want some motherf*ckin' money
And don't get in your motherf*ckin' feelings when you see me in the motherf*ckin' club randomly
And one of your n*ggas wanna get down on me
And I wanna give them some pus*y 'cause they gave me some money
Know what I mean? It's easy
This world's all about monеy and pus*y
And you need to fi-

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Rich n*gga sh*t, I do a lot of
n*gga, we be sippin' out the bottlе
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Rich nig-
Rich n*gga sh*t, I do a lot of
n*gga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Ev-every n*gga with me got style
I won't, I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want, I want all the money and the power
[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
She took me for granted even when I tried to show her the better me
I did a 69 with her friend, I'm prayin' to God she don't tell on me
Used to ride MARTA, now a n*gga gettin' head in the Cullinan
Percocet got me floatin' like a butterfly, but I'll sting you like a bumblebee
Percocet got me floatin' like a butterfly, but I'll sting you like a bumblebee
Percocet, percocet got me floatin' like a butterfly, but I'll-
Percocet got me floatin' like a butterfly-
Percocet got me floatin' like a butterfly, but I'll sting you like a bumblebee
Saint Laurent the only thing I put on my back
Off-White jeans look like cooked crack
I call the, I call the Porsche stomach 'cause the sh*t snatch
Gave my, gave my girl a dub, now her butt fat
You might, you might take your women to the Louis store
My bi-, my b*tches be askin', "Where's Chanel at?"
I know you, I know you see them crosses, yeah, that's Chrome Hearts
All this, all this water on me, where the whales at?
Stars in the ceilin', I'm where God at
This supercharger whine like the car mad, car mad
Savage got a whole lotta hits, dawg
I be droppin' bombs like Baghdad

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Rich n*gga sh*t, I do a lot of
n*gga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
n*gga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada (Prada)
n*gga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every, every n*gga with me got style
I won't, I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want, I want all the money and the power, power
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I've been, I've been in the vault with the gold in the back (Ayy)
No longer my dawg 'cause you told, you a rat (Ayy)
Back-to-back Porsche, me and Savage ridin' 'round
In the town where the pipes have you loud out the ba-
I've been in the vault with the gold in the back (Ayy)
No longer my dawg 'cause you told, you a rat (Ayy)
Back-to-back Porsche, me and Savage ridin' 'round
In the town where the pipes have you loud out the ba-
I've been in the vault with the gold in the back (Ayy)
No longer my dawg 'cause you told, you a ra-
Back-to-back Porsche, me and Savage ridin' 'round
In the town where the pipes have you loud out the back
Five, Five hundred racks what it cost to be exact
And it takes one mil', five hundred thousand racks (Yeah)
I ain't, I ain't even take the Rolls-Royce truck back (Yeah, yeah)
Bought the new one, with the stars and the wheelbase stretched
Open up the door, but you ain't gotta close it back (Woo)
Everything electric, baby, everything a blessing (It's a blessing)
Keep a ring and a Rollie for your next b*tch (Yeah)
n*ggas riding 'round in Chargers tryna split shi- (Slatt)
I been ridin' with a cutter, call it stick shift (Brr)
When I eat, I got a Goyard handkerchief (Yeah)
Keep lil' mama on her knees and her ankle lift (Facts)
I can get 'em knocked off without a finger lift
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Rich n*gga sh*t, I do a lot of
n*gga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be, I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin', hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin', swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every, every n*gga with me got style (style, style)
I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want all the money and the pow-

[Outro: OG Ron C]
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