I’m Rich Remix lyrics

by

Pusha T


[Intro Red Cafe]
Shake down
I got a tatted up b*tch
p*ssing on her titties
Louis bag YSL
Baddest in the city
That girl ass juicy
She got me getting trippy
She get freaky for the boss
She know I ball silly

[Intro hook]
Look I'm rich, I'm racked up, I'm strapped up, I'm rich
My car fast, My b*tch bad, I'm rich
I grind hard, I play hard, I'm rich
f*ck y'all I'm rich
f*ck y'all I'm rich
I'm racked up, I'm strapped up, I'm rich
My car fast, My b*tch bad, I'm rich
I grind hard, I play hard, I'm rich
f*ck y'all I'm rich
f*ck y'all I'm rich

[ Red Cafe's Verse ]
And i'm faded
All the cars and wardrobe the latest
And the bottles coming non stop
Started from the bottom but a n*gga still made it
Shake down mother f*ck these haters
Roll up finna smoke of my papers
What it do though
I'm a fool though
Got the new Hublot car move blow
Back home from the district red light
Three chicks at a time one red light
Act crazy I got gunners
Got work and we doing numbers New York what
All my chicks swagged out
Out in Vegas i cashed out
Threw my forty five racks out
Then i poured up till i passed out
[ Hook ]
f*ck y'all I'm rich, I'm racked up, I'm strapped up, I'm rich
My car fast, My b*tch bad, I'm rich
I grind hard, I play hard, I'm rich
f*ck y'all I'm rich
f*ck y'all I'm rich

[ Ace Hood's verse ]
Okay now all hail to the king n*gga
Glock forty's my pain killer
I ain't stunting on pus*y n*ggas
Go and ask your b*tch if she's seen realer
I'll give her back when i'm done with her
Suck it dry she's a babysitter
I'm at Anguilla eating conchfritters
And i'm smoking killer in a fly villa
I ain't new to this b*tch i'm to legit
If i'm driving dog then its the latest sh*t
I ball hard on my bull sh*t
I'm like Micheal Jordan back in ninety six
I Stevie Wonder i don't see the sh*t
Probably hit your girl but i plead the fifth
Got the sky dweller for the time teller
Got a rich taste like a Wine Cellar

[French Montana's verse]
b*tching n*gga crib inside the Central Park
Blowing money like i'm slanging Dope and Balling mall
If that pus*y whack then i probably never call tomorrow
If that pus*y good then i'll probably buy the b*tch the mall
Heat game floor seats f*ck that call the law
Alley-opp Fast Break could have stole the ball
Blowing money fast like i'm Rafael Andrews
Kill that pus*y tell that ho go and call the reff
[ Jeremih's verse ]
f*ck y'all n*ggas counting other n*ggas figures
Better know a n*ggas rich
I know your money too short
And i be on the west coast just throw your b*tch
I heard about you suckers
Y'all be chasing after money
I be running to the Chase
Now i got so much new fan
I'm like b*tch get the f*ck out my mother f*cking face
Soon or later i'm a check a hundred
Assure you i'm the hottest of this R&B sh*t
And they know it
That b*tch like my money
And my weed she blowing
In giuseppes sitting counting paper where Jamaicans be going
Take a trip too shorts make it rip double that
Make it flip Bankroll
Bless me i don't even need a handkerchief

[Hook]
f*ck y'all I'm rich, I racked up, I'm strapped up, I'm rich
My car fast, My b*tch bad, I'm rich
I grind hard, I play hard, I'm rich
f*ck y'all I'm rich
f*ck y'all I'm rich
I'm racked up, I'm strapped up, I'm rich
My car fast, My b*tch bad, I'm rich
I grind hard, I play hard, I'm rich
f*ck y'all I'm rich
f*ck y'all I'm rich
f*ck y'all I'm rich
f*ck y'all I'm rich
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