CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dirty Faygo
I'm so f**kin rich
I'm a young rich b*st*rd
Big FN get to sprayin though yo door
When I was a kid I wanted to ride 24's
I be drinkin pints, he be playin with his nose
I was sellin bowls, way before I sold a phone
You [?] without a ring, sh*t I feel like [?]
I'm high as hell but if you try it Imma pop you in yo dome
My hoes don't even be cryin like these n***as, truth be told
I just went Amiri shoppin and [?]
I'm smokin dirty faygo, they shoot on my say so
I drink so much f**kin lean, you'd think I had eight colds
500k for my house, n***a f**k yo bankroll
She got a diamond link, wrapped around her ankle
Yesterday the pint was full, thinkin where'd my drank go
a runner, boy don't act like you don't know
My new b*t*h so rich, she might just pull up in a Rolls
To me you ain't important, so I won't pickup my phone
These big ole Balenciaga's got the size on them toes
Boy the way you d**k suckin, hope you on his payroll
We'll put sixty in yo car, try to follow us home
First time I approve someone, that's Mike Jones
Three b*t*hes, one me, I'm enough, they can share
Three b*t*hes on me, I'm gettin head, pullin hair
I won't let him come around, I know he wanna drop a tab
I send my n***as with them choppas, they gon do him like a bear
Imma be a billionaire, in about five to six years
We goin sixty in a Lamb truck, watch how fast we disappear
I keep me a double cup, I ain't sippin on no beer
If you see me and you stare, it just make you look weird
When you see me don't stare, I might shoot from ear to ear
745 with the Gucci interior
I see a rich n***a when I'm lookin in the mirror
[?]
I'm a young rich b*st*rd
Big FN get to sprayin though yo door
When I was a kid I wanted to ride 24's
I be drinkin pints, he be playin with his nose
I was sellin bowls, way before I sold a phone
You [?] without a ring, sh*t I feel like [?]
I'm high as hell but if you try it Imma pop you in yo dome
My hoes don't even be cryin like these n***as, truth be told
I just went Amiri shoppin and [?]
I'm smokin dirty faygo, they shoot on my say so
I drink so much f**kin lean, you'd think I had eight colds
500k for my house, n***a f**k yo bankroll
She got a diamond link, wrapped around her ankle
Yesterday the pint was full, thinkin where'd my drank go
a runner, boy don't act like you don't know
My new b*t*h so rich, she might just pull up in a Rolls
To me you ain't important, so I won't pickup my phone
These big ole Balenciaga's got the size on them toes
Boy the way you d**k suckin, hope you on his payroll
We'll put sixty in yo car, try to follow us home
First time I approve someone, that's Mike Jones
Three b*t*hes, one me, I'm enough, they can share
Three b*t*hes on me, I'm gettin head, pullin hair
I won't let him come around, I know he wanna drop a tab
I send my n***as with them choppas, they gon do him like a bear
Imma be a billionaire, in about five to six years
We goin sixty in a Lamb truck, watch how fast we disappear
I keep me a double cup, I ain't sippin on no beer
If you see me and you stare, it just make you look weird
When you see me don't stare, I might shoot from ear to ear
745 with the Gucci interior
I see a rich n***a when I'm lookin in the mirror
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