Rich Nigga Shit (part. Juice Wrld) 歌词

Juicy (Yo) Navy (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Ayy Rich nigga shit, calamaris I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry 1996 Benz, Tyler Perry 1996 rims like Atari Ayy, brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican I keep Wockhardt on my belly, yeah (Yeah) I just spent your salary Walked inside of the exhibit And bought the gallery (Uh, uh-huh) I'm so wealthy, I done bought out All my cavities (Uh-huh) Havin' sex with your old lady I lost calories (Uh-huh) Rich shit, I'm playin' Louis ping-pong with my bestie (Uh) Made a TV show with some lesbians (Uh-huh) Like the TV show, I done next-ed (Uh) G-Star, pull your thorns out your carat (Uh-huh) Bought my dog a new kennel It's a palace (Grah, grah, grah) I'm the fortune and the winners Wanna best me (Skrt, skrt, skrt) I rock minks when it ain't December 'Cause my diamonds (Drip, drip, drip) Women lie and men lie But not this money (Bitch, bitch) I'm a 'rilla, call Coachella Tell 'em comin' in Margiela I don't like her, I can't sweat her I just cum and keep it mellow I got ninety pills on me Like I'm Julius Peppers Rolls-Royce truck umbrella Go in for my brother Rich nigga shit, calamaris I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry 1996 Benz, Tyler Perry 1996 rims like Atari Ayy, brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican I keep Wockhardt on my belly, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Back in 'em days, minimum wage Now a nigga up top, gettin' too paid Slide on a opp block with a Blu-Ray Extended clip, we movie gang Your boyfriend like, "Ooh, she can't" Went and took her anyway Now he want his girl back, fuck you Have a nice day (Yeah) Burberry on my coat If it's a problem, I'm pulling up ten-four Walk in his house, smoke a nigga like indo Percocet popper, don't fuck with the benzos Party in the brib, hit the line for the info Murder every nigga, murder every instrumental They not my kinfolk They finna get fucked up When I hop out the Benz like Rambo, uh Uh, shit'll make the devil dance Leanin' all over this song Don't think I stand a chance Separate my rights from my wrongs To never be wrong again I'm DJ Khaled with it all 'Cause all I do is win Rich nigga shit, calamaris I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry 1996 Benz, Tyler Perry 1996 rims like Atari Ayy, brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican I keep Wockhardt on my belly, yeah