Lyrics Rich The Kid

Rich The Kid

Prada

Rich

Okay, okay

Yeah, we still Rich Forever (Rich Forever)

Yeah

(The ADHD)

I been wakin' up to racks, bitch (Bitch)

Quarter milli', need a rack lift

My lil' nigga let the MAC rip

Left a baby on her bottom lip (Lip)

Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped

Most of these niggas ain't real, can't trip

Pardon me, bought a Prada fit

Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay

Walk through in Egypt for three-hundred (Three-hundred)

Pull out a bed then I sleep on it (I sleep on it)

Pulled out my dick and she eat on it (Eat on it)

She a lil' freak and she suckin', no teeth on it

I was dead broke, had to sleep on the couch

Pull out the Lamb' with the keys to the house

On the way to your bitch, had to re-route (Re-route)

And the money keep comin' like, "Fuck a drought" (Fuck it)

Baguettes, baguettes

Bitch see my neck and my wrist, is she ready?

Pop up on her, late night like Freddy

I'ma cut the bitch off, machete

My lil' nigga let the MAC rip

Seen a opp, hit the whole clip

Think he flexin', but this old drip

I'm tryna buy a brick with poker chips

Blow a bag, his ass can go to Barney's

I got too many racks on me (Woo)

I done said that my coupe is retarded

Like damn, I can't even start it, valet can't park it (Damn)

Gettin' more bag than a market (Bag)

Put on his head, a target

Nigga wan' run with the opps that he thought was the opps

We gon' mop him and chalk him

I been wakin' up to racks, bitch (Bitch)

Quarter milli', need a rack lift

My lil' nigga let the MAC rip

Left a baby on her bottom lip (Lip)

Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped

Most of these niggas ain't real, can't trip

Pardon me, bought a Prada fit

Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay

Okay, okay, okay