R$CH

[Hook] This one for the rich niggas Get high on a bitch nigga This one for the rich niggas, rich niggas Get high on a bitch nigga [Verse 1: $kinny] Paper cuts countin' money $kinny pockets gettin' chubby Why your crew lookin' crumby? Your whole lifestyle bummy I make music for the druggies The potheads and the gully-gullys I don't break bread with no dummies If you wasn't with me we ain't buddies, no 100 bands, they upset All my niggas they in the jet We pull up in some' foriegn Why you pull up in some' borin'? Stars in my roof, two seater coupe Hit the gas, had your bitch in two I got cash in the bag and that two-two too Cali ass in the past with the woop, woop, woop I get around nigga, holy father, holy ghost Hold me close, if overdose on holy smoke These lonely hoes be holy gross Like moldy clothes they need to go, but I'm aight still Fuck the cops, drop and hop a pile of steel Pop some commas, drop some dollars Pop Nirvana, split the Coupe DeVille, it's suicide for real nigga [Hook: Sample + Skeme] Rich nigga Hear one for the rich niggas Get high on a bitch nigga High on a bitch nigga This one for the rich niggas, rich niggas Get high on a bitch nigga [Verse 2: Skeme] It's clear to see a nigga playin' chess, no checker moves I hardly listen to these rappers, what they rappin' 'bout ain't never true They waste 16 bars talking 'bout some shit they never do Rich nigga introduce these hoes to it like they never knew Top floor suite in Vegas, man I feel like it's a road night The bitches runnin' with me lookin' like stars, cue the strobe lights I'm the type of nigga might just pull up in a Masi Type of nigga spend 100K and then forget about it They clapping for a nigga like they really want an encore I made a million already, what he still making songs for? I guess I just do it for the love my nigga Middle fingers up, 12 shots before a judge my nigga I'm a [Hook: Sample + Skeme] Rich nigga Hear one for the rich niggas Get high on a bitch nigga High on a bitch nigga This one for the rich niggas, rich niggas Get high on a bitch nigga [Verse 3: Ace Hood] Young rich nigga got his abs on fleek, make the hoes go crazy Black motherfucker, hundred grand in the duffel in the back of the May-B All that hating never fazed me Counted out and being doubted is the type of shit that made me Money, the power, the respect Not a stereotypical reject Youngin as dope as the Pyrex I got a crib big enough to fit a protest, cold text Period, why the fuck the competition always curious? Fuck they gassin' all these rappers, are you serious? I played your new shit and then I started giggling Rich nigga, made a whole lot more than six figures I can never make my mind up at the car dealer Rocking Saint Laurent jeans with some Margielas Before 21, dog, I was a rich nigga I keep the Glock on me only for you fuck niggas I got my neighbors all thinking I'm a dope dealer Hood Nation If you a nigga the realest, [?] go getter [Hook: Sample + Skeme] Rich nigga Hear one for the rich niggas Get high on a bitch nigga High on a bitch nigga This one for the rich niggas, rich niggas Get high on a bitch nigga