[Intro: Rich The Kid]
La música de Harry Fraud
You know how the fuck we coming nigga
Broke ass nigga
Broke ass, bitch ass boy
Hoe ass nigga

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I might pull the Bentley out (skrr)
I came up and I got rich, it ain’t no handouts (rich)
I’m a flock and she a bird (brr)
Whole team Rich Forever, that’s my word (huh)
Ask me how we made it, it was destiny (it was what?)
Same bougie bitches calling now they stalking me (stupid bitch)
All I know I gotta flex up (flex)
Drop a bag (bag), ice my neck up (ice)
Ooh, put ’em on a stretcher (stretcher)
She too extra (extra), don’t do lectures (no)
That’s Alisha or Alexa? (or what?)
Rich Forever bitch we got them extras (lil’ bitch, huh)
Bitch I’ve been balling, no reason (no reason)
Fuck her one time then she need me (she need me)
My diamonds as clear as the TV (whoa)
My water, my wrist is on Fiji
Money too tall like grown up (grown up)
Might pull out the Masi do donuts (skrr)
She suck me, my pockets so swole up (whoa)
You getting too close, bitch hold up (hold up)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 3: Jay Critch]
Them niggas fake it til’ they make it (hey)
They need to stick to the basics
Gotta show out, drop a bag I’m in aces
Diamonds froze now yeah my chain different races (chain different races)
I’ma spend me a check and replace it
I just hit it, it’s never relations (never relations)
With the killers like Freddy and Jason (Freddy and Jason)
How I ran up them racks it’s amazing (it’s amazing)
Why you flexing with packs, we gon’ take it (take it)
Me and my niggas came out the basement (out the basement)
We been trapping, make sure they can’t trace it (hey)
I’ma jump in the coupe and I’m racing (skrr)
I’ma fuck on your boo and erase it (erase it)
All these broke niggas talking can’t take it (can’t take it)
We gon’ pull up throw shots like the Matrix (grra)
Hood fave with the clutch like game set (hey)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)



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