TWIY

[Verse 1: RichyR.I.C.H.]

I sip the KA, be strange
Playing Ps3 exclusives
As birds tweet and chirps past my solitary oak tree
Showbiz to money
Foreign stars are ancient, there's nothing sacred
Feeded grapes, and bowed upon, to sing "Rich is King"
I KMT off my throne, pick up my roller
Tell this Valet to hapeche, and round off my crimson jaguar
Blast the Radio while banging Choice, expose the rugged noise
Uplift the mic, styled its phase, feel the Echo basses
Chillin' with the BIG squad
The Headphones bleed, The Killer iPod
Money pours, rain rolls
A trade in different places
Re-design my matrix, while In mid with the X's
M snipes MLk, To say "It was all a dream"
Its RNO, nah mean

[Hook]

The world is yours
Made by G-O-D
The world is yours
Say the word world in french
With my name u get me

[Verse 2: RichyR.I.C.H.]

Silver-back in Monte Carlo
Setting chips in ladders to follow
Rolling dices in casino's
With the talents like Apollo
Tipped shades watching ya
Before raise disturbia
Decline haters in states
Collided birds that always fly late
Say my amazing grace
After licking out the full plate
My mind confused by lust burn, sensations in the trust
Body to body, the melody and the harmony
I pelvis bust until I semen run funny
Give up envy for lent, till all my money be spent
Each pocket is my cash-point, Sell bones for mad joints
Salute from every trapper, sucks from daily slappers
Cries from laughter in the white jeep
Dispose sleeves
Guarantee my enemies won't flow like me
But I guess, the colourful guest will leave in red
From the smith, Richy Da Kidd from the Wild West
Should I bring test?
My virtue is better then that google-plex

[Hook]

[Verse 3: RichyR.I.C.H.]

Dilute my flaws
In Christ n Shall'ah I'll be a boss
Cross maintains keep my mind opening
For a higher status
My Kingdom, haters is the outline in my tag
In Seldom
Only the peasants under my shit will brag
Frequently solo, Iyaz
Getting yats to kiss my gat for luck, just to
Just to, That's your choice of word that rhymes with duck
Jessica Rabbit, Roger couldn't hack it so I grabbed it
Hardware made of Phallus, mega gigs on her canvas
Schooling niggas in this field, Gods our shield
Laws from the BIB-LE, Grasp on my tendencies
Pulled out for the torture, kebab spun in scorcher
Ludicrous, pearly gates from a trill bliss
Believe it or not, real men fight with fist
Excel pass my dell as it expel all the earth's tales
Elevate your crown, place it down for flat-line
From 3-9, man down, for school its crunch time
90's Babies, Front-line!