Rich Guy 歌詞

Aye, aye, aye Bitch, doll! I'm a rich bitch, I need a rich guy Diamonds make me sea sick, like I'm at a fish fry Heard you ain't no real bitch, watch you made them Benz dry Petty list, I'm on it, number one, but guess they drip dry Walk around the club, with my mans Talking all that shit, bitch I'm good with these hands Bitch I get that money ain't no time to make a friend I'm so hot I'm in a trance, fuck with me you wish you can Walk up in the party, looking extra, smoking Marley I don't hang with these bitches, they two faced, I call them Charlie The chopper eat his body, drip a creeper, niggas farted They hating on me, they waiting on me, I'm right bitch in the order Dip locks, smoking butter finger, I'm so hot it made my lip lock I got extra smoke, it cost a million, just to get hot Bitch you wanna beef, it ain't no point unless a body drop Twist you like a bottle top! I'm a rich bitch, I need a rich guy Diamonds make me sea sick, like I'm at a fish fry Heard you ain't no real bitch, watch you made them Benz dry Petty list, I'm on it, number one, but guess they drip dry Walk around the club, with my mans Talking all that shit, bitch I'm good with these hands Bitch I get that money ain't no time to make a friend I'm so hot I'm in a trance, fuck with me you wish you can Knick knack, patty whack, give a dog a bone I got forty niggas thirsty, want my number, gave the wrong I remember just in school, I told my bitches that it's on At the top I'm all alone, they ain't around, I put 'em on Where your gang at? Where your niggas hang at? Word around that Asian made these bitches wanna bang that Where's that beefing bird, he copped a plea, see we gon' tame that Aim bitch, word that we gon' miss shit, duck bitch Walk up in the party smoking esher I'm not with the talking, bitch these bullets they gon' wet you Bands up in my pockets, and it's falling, I'm so extra We gon' wet you, bitch I'm Asian, we gon' stretch you I'm a rich bitch, I need a rich guy Diamonds make me sea sick, like I'm at a fish fry Heard you ain't no real bitch, watch you made them Benz dry Petty list, I'm on it, number one, but guess they drip dry Walk around the club, with my mans Talking all that shit, bitch I'm good with these hands Bitch I get that money ain't no time to make a friend I'm so hot I'm in a trance, fuck with me you wish you can