Rich Ghetto Bitch

[Intro: SG Batman]
Wah-wah-wah (I need a rich ghetto bitch)
(I need a rich ghetto, yah, yah)
(Something about that big ol' bitch make you hate that pretty ass lil' bitch, aye)
Woah, woah, woooah
(Something about that foreign car make you hate them basic ass lil' whips)
Aye, aye, haha
Wah, wah, wah
(Yeah, something about that foreign car makes you hate-)
Wah, wah

[Verse 1: SG Batman]
We fuckin' Netflix chillin', I ain't even watchin' the movie, I'm bankin' the bitch
Bitch always talkin' 'bout her brothas, I don't give a fuck, I spray one of 'em
Told that bitch, you lucky I don't like your friends, bitch, I'd bag one of 'em
Niggas keep sayin' my name as if they ain't comin' outside, we'll take one of 'em
I ain't sayin' no names, lеt me go bang, they gon' be lookin' for Lamb
That bitch suckеd my dick and snatched my soul, she better not be lookin' for a Lamb
Came from below that hoes crib, you gon' get yourself in a jam
I hit a lick with my brodas, we gon' split the hoe half and half
I ain't gonna let you know I fucked your bitch, I'ma skeet off and laugh

It's just something about that boujee bitch, that make you hate that basic bitch
It's something about this fast engine, that make you hate that basic shit
I like round big ol' booties, I need a rich ghetto bitch

Have you slidin' without no TEC, you must not really be in this shit
A nigga just died, we rollin' up right now
You goin' out in style
This phone bussin', they blowin' the line down
I'm reloadin' right now
I can put your bitch right on punishment, tell her, "go lay down"
These hoes easy, they fuckin' weak
I gotta little more than an ounce
We roll deep, load up them glizzes, bitch we poppin' out
It's just something about a scary nigga that give you snitch signals
Hit yo block up, we ain't runnin' out of led, this a mechanical pencil
Shot that block up, swap that clip out, you think I worked at Blockbusters
Bitch, I'm making transactions on the phone, I ain't no [?] worker [?]
I ain't talkin' 'bout no laptop when I'm sittin' round wit' that MAC
I'ma Chicago legend, got me feelin' like Bernie Mac
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

It's just something about that boujee bitch, that make you hate that basic bitch
You heard what I said, yah, yah
It's just something about that choppa that make you hate them little ass Blicks, yah
I like big ol' booty bitch, I need a rich ghetto bitch, you done heard what I said, yah
It's just something about that nigga when he nervous and I think he gon' tell 'cause he scared
Yah, yah, yah, wah, wah
Something about that boujee bitch, that make you hate that basic ass lil' bitch
It's just something about them fast cars I'm drivin' in that make me hate that basic ass lil' whip, yah, yah
I need a big booty rich ghetto bitch thats the type of bitch I feel like that can handle me, yah
I need a big body V12 Bently that’s the type of car I should be rollin’ in nigga

[Verse 2: VIC MENSA]
I need a rich ghetto bitch, these girls can’t handle me
I don’t care if that ass ain’t real but just don’t lie to me
He ain't really wanna live, he kept on cappin’ on live with me
Waterworks, you gon’ get wet, foe nem go slide for me
Whole lotta glizzes, I ain’t talkin’ about no mothafuckin’ hot dog contest
Bitch we big time, SaveMoney millionaire, I need me a bitch from the projects
We want smoke fo’ sho’, y’all playin’ flag football, you don’t want no contact
They doin’ high speeds, my hittas gon’ kill you on-demand, no Comcast
Been in that cab with me, that’s RIP, give Moe fo five G’s
He wanna play around on digital, we made his bitch ass say, “cheese”
I got shootas in L.A, they droppin’ the rakes like AD
I’m from the seven, I put that shit on my back, I’m ballin’ like KD
She blowin’ my line up, I had to block her ass, she just wanna play D
It’s just something 'bout your sexy ass that make me buy Giuseppe bags
Just something 'bout that Ducati that make her ass look extra fat
She gon’ hold down my Blick, I need a rich ghetto bitch
She pay her bills off them tricks, we off at Oceans like a ship
I brought my pole in the strip club, on my name I ain’t no VIC, you know how I’m rockin’