Rich Nigha

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, I'm on one
Yeah, might be on two
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Phew, phew)
Get your shit together, yeah
Ayy

[Verse]
Want a rich nigga have your shit together? Gotta bring somethin' to the table (Huh?)
Can't lay around bein' lazy (Huh?), my bank account a lil' crazy
Met this one bitch with a proposition, if I take her with me, she'll pay me
(Ain't no pressure 'bout no money, I'll split it with you, you my baby)
Bitch, I got grown man money
My foot on the gas, I'm goin' too fast, you can hear the grown man comin' (Vroom)
You don't tote no 38, this a 40, have a grown man runnin'
Look, baby, I don't need no honey, all I need is a Percocet, now roll this Backwood for me (Huh)
These niggas ain't gettin' no money, keep uploadin' throwback pictures
Them niggas hate to see me comin', how you know that, nigga? 'Cause I been shinin' for a minute
Supercharge, my car's tinted
All them cars he in, rented
11-8 on my pendant, a real 38 Baby (Ah)
Choppers and dope in that vacant
For that coke, they gon' watch every corner so they can't take it
I put it on, like how I dress, this ho tryna rape me
Won't let me leave out the house, extortion, she tried to take it
These bitches dyin' for my dick, ugh, tuh
Don't stand in line for my spit, ugh, ugh (Ugh)
Ugh. I came out and nutted on her booty (Ooh), ooh, big booty Judy (Damn, damn)
Lift it up, tooty, tooty (Damn, damn), hittin' her hard, that pussy pooty (Ugh)
Want a rich nigga, have your shit together, gotta bring somethin' to the table
Is you stable? You got cable?
Want a rich nigga, have your shit together, stay on my side like the neighbors
Is you able? Like a pager?
This nigga got more than me but hatin', he 'posed to be big ol' P
Mad about this freak, mad 'cause when I pull off, my shit shake the street (Skrrt)
Mad 'cause when I pop out, bitches break their neck and look at me (Dee Mula)
Some of you hoes know what's up, they know them fullers be on repeat (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
They know them choppers don't miss a beat
We hit their block, put shit to sleep
Up the Glock, you better not run (Run), Balenciaga's on my feet
They tried to play me like a rapper 'cause I go crazy on beats
And I got on jewelry like them but ain't nothin' of 'em made like me (Uh-oh)
They tried to count me out, I cut their fingers off
Cut these niggas off for leachin', that shit start to piss me off
And plus I'm independent
Ain't no rappers pushin' me, I'm savin' every penny
I'll spend it
Nigga better not piss me off, I break out fifty, nigga
Drop it on your head, boy (Fuck nigga)
Ain't no more goin' back and forth, I know you scared, boy (Pussy)
They beggin' me to stay on rapper timin', "Dee Mula, you the ticket" (Get out)
We could've robbed these niggas, took their shit but took a different route
They think I'm crazy but I ain't crazy, I'm throwed off (Huh)
They said I gave it, I fucked the game up, I came raw
I came bulletproof Suburban, play with me, we purgin' (Skrrt)
Broke bitches, ugh (Ugh), we curvin', pour that drink up, I'm thirsty
Just walked in this interview, popped a Perc', I was nervous
They asked too many questions 'bout the opps, about the murders
About these pussy niggas that be lyin' like they hurt us
Them niggas never pinched me, duck their head like a turtle (Mm)

[Outro]
Them niggas never, they never pinched me, duck their head like a turtle
Yeah, yeah
Want a rich nigga, have your shit together, gotta know what come on my table