Lyrics Rich The Kid

Rich The Kid

What You Been Doin

What you been doin'?

Working, racking, flexing on purpose

Pull up, that Maybach swerve

Sippin' on syrup

Who got them birds?

I got them birds

I'm looking for somewhere to serve

Give me the word, these bitches they get on my nerves

What you been doin'?

Working, racking, flexing on purpose

Pull up, that Maybach swerve

Sippin' on syrup

Who got them birds?

I got them birds

I'm looking for somewhere to serve

Give me the word, these bitches they get on my nerves

Bitches, they get on my nerves

Cause of the trap I got birds

The Rollie it cost me a vert

Came from the bottom, the dirt

I just might put all my chains on

Flexing on purpose it ain't wrong

Still sippin syrup outta styrofoam

Bitches I fuck then they goin' home!

All of my niggas still trapping

Your bitch disappearing, no magic

Racking and stacking the paper

I'm Rich, I got too many haters

Hoes they fucking and doing no talk

Sipping the syrup in the morning

Young Rich Nigga, I am not sorry

I'm flexing on purpose, I bought a Bugatti

What you been doin'?

Working, racking, flexing on purpose

Pull up, that Maybach swerve

Sippin' on syrup

Who got them birds?

I got them birds

I'm looking for somewhere to serve

Give me the word, these bitches they get on my nerves

What you been doin'?

Working, racking, flexing on purpose

Pull up, that Maybach swerve

Sippin' on syrup

Who got them birds?

I got them birds

I'm looking for somewhere to serve

Give me the word, these bitches they get on my nerves

Addicted to chasing the cash

I'm thanking the lord I ain't mad

Thinking bout' shit I ain't had

Now I got plenty of racks

Now I got cars in garage

Bitches they know I'm a star

I got a brick on my arm

30 my Rollie and charm

Where the fuck was you when I was locked up?

Now I'm flexing, walking around with my wrists up

They asking me what I been doing

The money it's coming it's moving

I think that I'm hurting their feelings

We not the same cause I'm different

Fuck it I'm dropping the ceiling

Young nigga been chasing the millis

What you been doin'?

Working, racking, flexing on purpose

Pull up, that Maybach swerve

Sippin' on syrup

Who got them birds?

I got them birds

I'm looking for somewhere to serve

Give me the word, these bitches they get on my nerves

What you been doin'?

Working, racking, flexing on purpose

Pull up, that Maybach swerve

Sippin' on syrup

Who got them birds?

I got them birds

I'm looking for somewhere to serve

Give me the word, these bitches they get on my nerves