Richie

[Intro: Skilla Baby] (You cut up on this one, JAY C) (MIA JAY C) Huh [Verse 1: Skilla Baby] Two hundred thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck Think my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up And I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for? Really self made, self paid with no help, lame Quick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang I be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain Got my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains I'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga Really hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas Every time niggas die, I'm a suspect, y'all all victims Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all niggas [Chorus: Skilla Baby & Moneybagg Yo] Huh, two hundred thousand for the Richie Nigga, stop sending threats, come and get me I ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies I take all my young bitches to Tiffany Huh, two hundred thousand on me daily (Right now) These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (Ugh, ugh) Spent two hundred thousand on my niggas cases (On the payroll) Two hundred thousand on his head, that gon' bake him (Go get it, huh, go) [Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo] The coupe go two somethin', two-sixty, this bitch too runnin' (Too fast) Niggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (Broke ass) Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (Luggage) Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (Ugh) Hydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (Go) Keep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier buffs AP Skelly, Richard Millie, know what I'm sayin'? Made up Two hundred thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (So why not get it?) This that good smoke, AKA that real 'za (Gas) And I got all different kind in this pill bottle (Facts) Put up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha) Gon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross Call a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (Right now) They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (Lil' pussy) Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (Ha) I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (Ugh, ugh) [Chorus: Skilla Baby & Moneybagg Yo] Huh, two hundred thousand for the Richie Nigga, stop sending threats, come and get me I ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies I take all my young bitches to Tiffany Huh, two hundred thousand on me daily These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous Spent two hundred thousand on my niggas cases Two hundred thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh [Outro: Skilla Baby] My young niggas get active for that mun-yun (Huh) Let 'em see them one niggas out, they the dumb-dumb Nigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha) I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh