Richer Than Him lyrics

[Intro]
Ha, ayy
(I don't give a f*ck, bruh, I'ma always be me)
(Hurt, what it do?)
Phew

[Verse]
You can get whacked (Phew, phew), huh, you can get snatched up quick (You can get snatched up quick)
Y'all just be talkin' to talk (Y'all just be talkin' to—), yeah, I just talk my sh*t (Yeah, I just talk my sh*t)
Ayy, them boys, they be cappin', you knew what it was when you walked in this b*tch (When you walked in this b*tch)
They find out he cappin', they whack him soon as he walk in this (As soon as he walk in this b*tch), ha
Yeah, if we find out he lackin', he walk in this b*tch, know we takin' his sh*t (Know we takin' his sh*t), phew
We got them racks in, "How did it happen?" You know they be askin'
Ayy, these n*ggas be scared I'ma pass 'em, but f*ck it, it already happened (It already happened)
Ha (Ha), y'all boys just be rappin', I'm slidin' the 'cat through traffic (I'm slidin' the 'cat through traffic)

[Bridge]
Ha, double R sh*t

[Verse 2]
What you spent on that lil' watch, spent that on my closet (That on my—, phew, phew)
His ho know I'm a big dog, that's why she keep callin' (Why she keep callin', uh)
These n*ggas, they really be fans, that's why I keep ballin' (Ayy, uh)
Huh, f*ck it, I'm richer than him (Ha), him, and him (Him and him, ayy)
Look at his pockets on shrimp, my sh*t a blimp (My sh*t a blimp), look like a pimp (Huh, yeah)
I don't even scam, I f*ck wit' the scammers, my brother, he scam (My brother, he scam)
Go get your mans, yeah, see on the gram just act like a fan, huh
Ayy, I'm wit' my fans at the show, damn, we rock like a band (Rock like a band)
Oh, that's your ho at the show? She let me hit (She let me hit), huh, ayy, she let me hit (Yeah)
Look at my wrist, it's hit (Look at my wrist, it's—), look at my wrist, it's lit (Look at my wrist, it's—, ayy)
Look at my wrist, it's lit (Look at my wrist), it's hittin', yeah, for sure (Huh, for sure)
Look at my b*tch, she rich (Huh), yeah, huh, for sure (Damn)
Look at yo' ho, she hit as f*ck, my ho tote my pole (My ho tote my pole)
n*gga, these pockets, they hit as f*ck (Yeah), yeah, just like his ho (Yeah, just like his ho)
And all of his bros (And all of his—)
You know I'm gettin' poles inside all my shows
You know I'm countin' racks, can't even answer the phone (Can't even answer the phone, huh)
And that n*gga been rappin' for years and he ain't even on (He ain't even on, ha)
[Outro]
Double R sh*t
Broke-ass n*gga
He ain't even on
Ha, he ain't even on
Ayy, he ain't