Rich Ugly Mfs

Babyface Ray:

Yeah
It was all a dream
Turned your back you ain’t say “pardon me”
Thick Dominican sound like Cardi B
Drunk an eight today, finna fall asleep
Why you talking money? You ain’t getting money
Track hawk speed (?) bendin corners, got me spillin muddy
My advice: get the bitch from round from me if you really love her
Saint Mike x Rich the Kid collab cost a pair of Buffies

Chorus:
I ain’t never heard a rich nigga ever bein ugly
I ain’t never heard a rich nigga ever bein ugly
I ain’t never heard a rich nigga ever bein ugly
Cause a nigga working day and night, feel like kid cudi

YN Jay:
HUUUUUUAAAAAHHH
Threw some water on my (hah) now my wrist flooded
Ay, Tony threw the oop, I be Tim Duncan
You ain’t wanna put in on the bag but wanna split something
At the bank they ask me how I want it, I want big hundreds
White boy want a zip of Coochie Runtz, charge him six hundred
It’s money on the floor, I can’t trip on it
Getting money with my nigga Quan, that’s my rich homie
I just woke up in New York, it was a long night
I just fell asleep, I was high, it was a long flight
Nigga die for tryna be like dog, live ya own life
Nigga pulled up with some platinum J's, he got the old Mikes
Bruh saran wrapped it 3 times he got he bo’s tight
Pour a Wock in the A&Q in my coffee cup
If I put my ice on the ground it’s a hockey puck
Bitch you can’t come over my crib on that sloppy stuff
Ion’t want you on my background, you can’t hype me up
Told a bitch, “Find me on google. You can type me up.”
I ain’t ever used to go to school, they can’t write me up

Chorus

Babyface Ray:

Yeah
Hold on
Get the load then I start breakin like Ozone
Brain froze; my shit stuck on money, tryna get more
Bust a nut, all my feelings left; told her get ghost
New Glock got switches like a ‘64
Papered up, them old heads call me big bro
Head shots, I’m squeezin in a bitch throat
Spent $2760 just for this coat
My ??? told me he’ll break it down
Try to snort it all up cause the shit dope
Keep it real nigga, I’d rather die, procrastinating, never try, and just live broke
So you tellin me: all this fuckin money in the world lil boy, you don’t want none?
2 Gs for the treads, I’ma rock them bitches once then them hoes done

Chorus