LYRICS
Juicy (Yo)
Nav-y (Yo)
Yo Pi'erre, wanna come out here? (Ayy)
Rich nigga shit, calamari
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari (Ayy, ayy)
Brown diamonds on, bitch I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street
Chicken bock, bock like a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on my belly (Yeah)
I just spent your salary
Walked inside of the exhibit and bought the gallery (Uh, uh-huh)
I'm so wealthy that y'all done balled out on my cavities (Uh-huh)
Havin' sex with your old lady, I lost calories (Uh-huh)
Rich shit, I'm playin' Louis ping pong with my bestie (Uh)
Made a TV show with some lesbi's (Uh-huh)
Like the TV show, I done next-ed (Uh)
G-Star, pull your stones out your carat
Bought my dawg a new kennel, it's a palace
All the fortunes and the winners wanna best me (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
I rock minks, when it ain't december 'cause my diamonds
Women lie and men lie，but not this money (Bitch, bitch)
I'm a 'rilla，call Coachella, tell 'em come in in Margiela
I don't like her, I can't sweat her, I just come and keep it mellow
I got ninety pills on me, like I'm Julius Peppers
Rolls Royce trucks Umbrella, go in for my brother
Rich nigga shit, calamari
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari
Brown diamonds on, bitch I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street
Chicken bock, bock like a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on my belly (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Back in 'em days, minimum wage
Now a nigga up top, gettin' too paid
Slide on a opp block, with a Blu-Ray
Extended clip, we movie gang
Your boyfriend like "Ooh, she can't"
Went and took her anyway
Now he want his girl back
**** you, have a nice day (Yeah
Burberry on my coat
If it's a problem, I'm pulling up ten four
Walk in his house, smoke a nigga like endo
Percocet poppin', don't **** with the benzo
Party in the brib, hit the line for the info
Murder every nigga, murder every instrumental
They not my kinfolk
They finna get ****ed up when I hop out the Benz like Rambo, u
Shit, I made the devil dance
Leanin' all over this song, don't think I stand a chance
Separate my rights from my wrongs, to never be wrong again
But I'm DJ Khaled with it all 'cause all I do is win
Rich nigga shit, calamari
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari
Brown diamonds on, bitch I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street
Chicken bock, bock like a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on my belly