Rich Citizen

[Hook]
I'm ballin' way harder than niggas on TV
If it ain't bout the money then I turn to Stevie
I'm fuckin' your bitch, I seen all her demons
But this ice on my neck is too cold, it's too freezin'
You ain't getting money? What is the reason?
I'm not a rapper, just a Rich Citizen
It doesn't matter if it ain't about dividents
Start with the gang you know we gon finish it
I had a plan for the money gon' risk it
My shooter made bail and somebody went missing
Your bih in my whip give me top in the back seat
Callin' me baby like I run a nursary
You ain't getting money? What is the reason?
I'm not a rapper, just a Rich Citizen (Dankie Modimo)

Verse 1:
Talked to the plug yesterday, I can't say his name I asked him "What's hennanin?"
I sent that shit through the mail, he say that he got it he fuck with the packaging
My shooter on bail like where is the evidence?
He beating the case like this was some wrestling (yeah, yeah)
These niggas they broke and this shit is just sickening
My new bitch in Vogue, she glistening
She swallow my children (yeah, uh)
She swallow up rich citizens
She swallow up rich citizens
She swallow up rich citizens

I'm back and I'm balling way harder than ever goddamn I think I need me a medal
I juh left my old bitch in the past, goddamn that bitch way for the Favela
I been sitting on this couch forever counting all this cash goddamn it's a whole lotta cheddar
These niggas just gon' go broke tryna act like me man your cash don't even matter (uh, what'd I say?)
(Too much smoke)
I came back balling way harder than ever
These niggas ain't got it, they got it for the camera
These niggas ain't real, these niggas just actors
In a Benz I go ay faster. For the lens they gon' do whatever
Fresh as hell, I look like a pastor
I'm smoking on gas and this shit don’t diminish
Bank account so retarded it need Ritalin
Ballin like Ben Wallace for the Pistons
Look at my watch that’s your whole rent
I don’t fuck with the cops (on gang!) Fuck twelve yeah!
I’m in South Africa I’m a good citizen
I’m trappin’ so hard and I’m paid by the system
I’m a living legend I need a film!

[Hook]
I'm ballin' way harder than niggas on TV
If it ain't bout the money then I turn to Stevie
I'm fuckin' your bitch, I seen all her demons
But this ice on my neck is too cold, it's too freezin'
You ain't getting money? What is the reason?
I'm not a rapper, just a Rich Citizen
It doesn't matter if it ain't about dividents
Start with the gang you know we gon finish it
I had a plan for the money gon' risk it
My shooter made bail and somebody went missing
Your bih in my whip give me top in the back seat
Callin' me baby like I run a nursary
You ain't getting money? What is the reason?
I'm not a rapper, just a Rich Citizen

(You ain't getting money? What is the reason?
I'm not a rapper, just a Rich Citizen.)