[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby]
It's BandCamp and Grizzley, send a blitz, we feel offended
Huh?
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Huh, told Gary make my left wrist look like my right wrist
Quarterback the plays, make 'em touch down like Mike Vick
All-black 'fit make my jewelry hit like Tyson
Billion-dollar deals, I just really need one percent
Nigga, I be huntin' shit, let a nigga run his lips
Four bank accounts, one me, I'm so fuckin' rich
Spent a half a ticket on my kit, I ain't tuckin' shit
I can't leave the streets alone, I can't lie, I love this shit
Call my lawyer, I just blew the brains out the coupe
They ain't got no money, them boys way out the loop
My young boys'll slide down and put you on the news
I got me a box Monte, finna put this bitch on shoes
I be with the goons, we don't follow rules
Got like five trophies on my neck, how can I lose?
Bust Patek on, I think this bitch gon' leave a bruise
I just a had a meeting with my plug this morning on Zoom
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Boy, I'm really rich, not thousand-dollar rich
I got thousands on thousands, got all kinda shit
Huh, boy, I'm really rich, not one-house rich
I got houses on houses, got all kinda shit (Huh?)
Boy, I'm really rich, not just hood rich
I got mansions and Pateks, got all kinda shit (Huh?)
Boy, I'm really rich, I'm not just playin' rich
I'm not just sayin' shit, I got all kinda shit (Huh?)
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
I just told my jeweler make my tennis match my earrings (Do that)
Sober in this bitch, but we'll nut up like we off six beans (No cap)
Tell your ho stop callin' me, I come through when my bitch sleep
The house I grew up in cost thirty, I spent that on Van Cleef
Nigga, I'm for real rich, I am not for fun rich (Uh-uh)
Electric new 580, fifty pointers in my son shit (Facts)
I fly to London, blow a bag at Harrods on some nonsense
She tryna fuck, but I can't put my dick inside no bum bitch (Can't do it)
Toledo bitch, she know who niggas is, still asked, "Who is he?" (What?)
I should've reached inside my fanny, smacked that bitch with fifty (Bitch)
We the richest in the city, bitch, my newborn got on Fendi (No cap)
It's BandCamp and Grizzley, send a blitz, we feel offended (Go get 'em)
Hoodbachi, I don't eat Benis, I treat Prada like the Nike store (I do)
I bought this shit just 'cause you can't afford it, I don't like it, though
What your bitch got in common with my shooters, they all like to blow
I drop a bag and catch a flight, you dead before my luggage stowed
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Boy, I'm really rich, not thousand-dollar rich
I got thousands on thousands, got all kinda shit
Huh, boy, I'm really rich, not one-house rich
I got houses on houses, got all kinda shit (Huh?)
Boy, I'm really rich, not just hood rich
I got mansions and Pateks, got all kinda shit (Huh?)
Boy, I'm really rich, I'm not just playin' rich
I'm not just sayin' shit, I got all kinda shit (Huh?)
[Outro: Tee Grizzley]
I should've reached inside my fanny, smacked that bitch with fifty
We the richest in the city, bitch, my newborn got on Fendi
