xae & Apollo - RICH

Crescendo on that motherfucka'
Rich
Yeah
DSANDO
Yeah
Rich
Yeah
Rich
Yeah
Rich, rich, rich
Niggas know I'm really rich
I got lots of evidence
Money make these niggas dense
Money make this bitches dance
Honey bun or on the gram
Couple in my other hand
Running man no running man
Brother man a gunner man
Acting like the Taliban
Maybe need another plan
Maybe need a rari' too
SUV another van
Body benz' a bigger van
Drop my top my lamb a coupe
I been chilling with the troops
I'm just tryna get the scoop
Heard a nigga in the news
Really rich I can't refuse
Rich
Heard a nigga in the news
Really rich I can't refuse
All that motherfucking ice got me cold as freezer
Check my phone got a text from lil Jodeci
It's a pain in my soul
There's a hole in my heart
I just stay in the dark they don't notice me
And I'm hearing these sounds and I know it's middy
Swear these niggas be bold with the coldest heat
Say you taking off like QC
Nig' you not dropping nun' that Control the Streets
Yeah
And you and me that shit is NDA
I'ma ball without you like the NBA
Like I'm 21 up in the partments
With a bad bitch
And a rolled spliff
And a hundred round drum in the kitchen
I used like seventy-seven like Doncic
Now that motherfucker start looking like Pippen
Nigga I be ten toes niggas ain't tr-tr trippin'
Nigga trippin' with the stick
Pray to God I hope I'm rich
Other niggas never seen this shit
Seven brunches chilling in the six
You could say I'm in and out the mix
Scary hours chilling with your bitch
Turn your wifey to another trick
Shed a couple billy's for the kids
Billion dollar baby what it is
My nigga T-dot gotta stop the sippin'
We be scheming all day so we never missing
And the bitches who claim us we never mention
So I wonder why they be on Insta dissing
Prolly cause a young nigga be getting millions
If you not getting money you not my woman
On the top of the building I can't even see y'all niggas
You looking like lil children
This is just that rich shit
Recently been feeling like a rich kid
Rich kid
All I have is commas on my wishlist
Wishlist
Slip around the city with a rich bitch
Bitch, bitch
This is just that rich shit
That rich shit
All I hear is commas better speak up
Drop a couple dollars if you hot enough
All I see is blue and niggas counting up
This is just that rich shit
Yeah, yeah
Who really getting the rich
Who really getting the rich
Who really getting the rich
Who really getting the rich
Who really getting the rich
Who really getting the
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
Who really getting the rich
You prolly wonder why, why, why
You ain't getting money boy yo' ass can't slide, slide
You ain't getting money, stay yo ass inside
Young, young
Rich, rich, rich
Rich, rich, rich
Crescendo on that motherfucka'
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Who really getting the rich
Who really getting the rich
Who really getting the rich
Who really getting the rich

Written by:
Alex-Mario Grizzelle, Anthonio Adoghe

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