Lyrics Rich The Kid

Rich The Kid

Running Threw It

Walking with that rollie cost a fifty

Bitches want to fuck me, I got millys

Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it

I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it

Walking with that rollie cost a fifty

Bitches want to fuck me I got millys

Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it

I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it

She said that she fuck with the new me

I fuck that bitch in my coupe

You stupid you kissing that groupie

Pouring the foreign, with a doubie

I was riding through the six

I got a trunk full of bricks

Flexing hard take a pic

Fucking your bitch and I smash

Look at my rollie, like cash

I'm walking around with a bag

My foreign ain't got paper tags

Got a pool like I'm Drake

Got a mansion on a lake

Rich nigga, eatin steak

Chasin money always late

Look at the time on the watch

I fuck it you eating the box

Fuck it, I'm losing the top

Fuck it I'm doing the dab on em

Hollywood I'm a fiend for that money

Walking with that rollie cost a fifty

Bitches want to fuck me, I got millys

Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it

I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it

Walking with that rollie cost a fifty

Bitches want to fuck me I got millys

Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it

I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it

You just be talking the trap

I hit a bitch like a bat

Fuck it you eating the Rich forever on the map

I put them rings on my fingers

Birds sing like singer

I got them I used to trap out the beeper

Fucking that bitch from the back

She give me top like a hat

Sticking my dick in yo cat

My Bloods, they bagging like blaat

I might off with your sack

I'm taken they know me for that

Walking with too many racks

Old money like a cadillac

I did a show in Bermuda

She riding the dick like a scooter

Pop a molly I'm a Buddha

Money trapper, scary, Freddy Kreuger

I be running through the money

Always prayers like Easter Sunday

I was broke, jug the hunnid

Money [?], what I wanted

Walking with that rollie cost a fifty

Bitches want to fuck me, I got millys

Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it

I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it

Walking with that rollie cost a fifty

Bitches want to fuck me I got millys

Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it

I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it