Chick James

[Intro]
Huh, I, uh, I change, uh
Bitch, I'm rich as a rich bitch
Uh, bitch, I'm rich, I am rich, bitch
I, bitch, I'll fly to Ric mobbin', thumpin'
Uh, huh
I get in that mode, for real, my nigga
Ayy, I be doin' this shit to the game, nigga
(TNCDontPlayWithMe)
My nigga, you know what's up with us, nigga, for real

[Verse]
Bust a brick, baby, I'ma bust a brick, baby (Ayy)
You seduce me with no pussy, I'ma fuck my bitch, baby (I'm cool)
Ayy, I know a couple niggas broke, ain't got shit, hatin' (Ain't got shit)
I thank Allah for this grind, that's what got me rich, ain't it? (I thank Allah)
Every dollar, every dime, I need every cent, baby (I need every dime)
I can't give up on the gutter, ayy, this gutter shit made me (That's correct)
Ain't no calmin' lil' P down, ayy, lil' brother get crazy (Ayy, lil'— uh)
First time I put it down was my big brother 3A (Baow)
Huh, I told Max to go knock Scotty down, he right on EA (For real)
Huh, I'm in court with all my jewelry on like, "Fuck the DA" (Fuck the DA)
Huh, we back-to-back with Scats and Tracks, we fuckin' up the E-way (Skrrt)
I been prayin' for my brother, I run it up, now he hatin' (Damn)
Like how that work, nigga? (How that work, my nigga?)
I sat back to watch you ball, you had it first, nigga (You had this shit first)
When niggas supposed to be your dog, that be the worst feelin' (That be the worst)
Huh, I pray they never play at all 'cause I'ma go kill 'em (I'ma go hill 'em)
I'm forever lit, I can't stand down for no nigga (Yeah, boss up, boss down)
They know what up with us, my nigga, this shit ain't no riddle (Yeah, yeah)
Help me run these millions up, my nigga, and we gon' split them (We gon' split 'em)
A nigga ever play with you, my nigga, you better go kill 'em (Go kill 'em)
Niggas always talkin' 'bout what they want, my nigga, go get it (Go get that shit)
Huh, yeah, my brother run the red (My brother)
I miss my brother, I poured a tray a ticket to the head (I swear to God, I miss you, brother)
These bitches ain't on nothin', I swear to God, these bitches lame (These bitches lame)
I'm runnin' off these drugs, I pop a Tesla, board my plane
They wanted smoke, them niggas died, just don't say my name (Hmm)
MIA, I'm in the sky on a paper plane (Yeah)
Huh, if you ever catch me cryin', it's 'cause shit ain't the same (It ain't the same)
I was broke, but I'm rich now, so I can't complain
Hmm, yeah, I'm rich, bitch, yeah, I'm Chick James (I'm rich, bitch)
A thousand 'bows of Mary Jane just like Rick James (Yeah, yeah)
Fifty-two thousand for this watch and this bitch plain (Plain)
Hellcat, hear this bitch growling when I switch lanes (Skrrt)

[Outro]
Nigga