[Intro: DJ Drama & Gucci Mane]
Uh-oh (Huh?)
You know what I'm sayin’? It's 1017, street nigga entertainers, man (Huh?)
We ain't signin’ nothin' but street niggas, man, turnin' 'em to millionaires over here, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Uh, uh, it's facts)
It’s Guwop, the CEO, you dig what I’m sayin'? (Uh)
My money gettin’ longer, my gang gettin' stronger, my team gettin' stronger (Uh)
And we ain't seein’ y'all niggas, y'all can't see us, man (Huh?)
Wop, holler at 'em (Gangsta Grillz, go)
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm a rich nigga, dog, everybody know that (Uh)
Got two ex-Marines I hired just to watch my back (Well, damn)
Gave my dog a couple bricks for a '76 Chevy (Vroom)
Gotta wear a back brace 'cause my chain too heavy (Wow)
They say my stomach gettin' fat, but they pockets on flat (True)
I'm a rich nigga, so I wrapped the Phantom matte black (Black)
I'm a rich nigga, dog, hoеs love my pimpin' (Pimpin')
Yellow, blue, whitе and red stones in my Bart Simpson (Bling)
Every time I get booked, the arena get live
Only problem that I have is which car I'm gon' drive (Drive)
I'm a rich nigga, dog, I ain't never had shit (Nah)
And the watch on my wrist cost thirty-five bricks (Skrrt)
I'm a rich nigga, dog, so I ain't beefin' 'bout hoes (Nah)
I ain't talkin' to you, baby, 'less you bookin' ten shows (What?)
Bought a 2026 'Rari, Lamborghini doors (What?)
That's like 2.5 mil' just to pull hoes (It's Gucci)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm a rich nigga, dog (Huh?), I'm a rich nigga, dog (Huh?), you a rich nigga just like me (Yeah)
I'm a rich nigga, dog (Huh?), I'm a rich nigga, dog, no industry, I run these streets (Well, damn)
I'm a rich nigga, dog, I'm a rich nigga, dog (Yeah), you a rich nigga just like me
I'm a rich nigga, dog, I'm a rich nigga, dog, no industry, I run these streets (Go)
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & DJ Drama]
I'm a rich nigga, dog, poppin' Ace, no glass
Got a fetish fuckin' teachers, all my hoes got class (Class)
Want a super bad bitch, then you gotta have bricks
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Toronto when I say I'm from the 6 (Shoutout to East Atlanta, true)
Way back, 2006, I was just startin' to get rich
Big belly Wop, I fucked like every R&B bitch (Well, damn)
Got a lil' short nigga with me with a tall extended clip
And a blue Rolls-Royce same color as the Crips (Crips)
Got a smile on my face, but, nigga, I ain't nothin' funny (Nah)
Nigga, don't hit my line if you ain't talkin' 'bout money
I'm a livin' legend, dog, but they won't give me my props (Nah)
My whole label can go to jail, but still my motion won't stop (What the fuck?)
I'm a real rich nigga, dog, I ain't gon' lie
I'm on a PJ with my kids 'cause love to see my kids fly (My kids)
I'm a rich nigga, dog, you done heard about Wop (Wizop, greatest of all trappers)
I heard these niggas back trappin' 'cause they album just flopped (It's Gucci)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm a rich nigga, dog (Huh?), I'm a rich nigga, dog (Yeah), you a rich nigga just like me (Huh?)
I'm a rich nigga, dog (Huh?), I'm a rich nigga, dog, no industry, I run these streets (Huh?)
I'm a rich nigga, dog, I'm a rich nigga, dog (Yeah), you a rich nigga just like me
I'm a rich nigga, dog, I'm a rich nigga, dog, no industry, I run these streets (Dramatic, go)
[Outro: DJ Drama]
Now
If we had the trap elections
I'd say Gucci for president, Dram is VP
Would you vote us in to the Wop house? I thought so
