Rico Nasty - Mad Rich

(WhoisMike going crazy) woah
Huh? Yeah

Hop up out the car looking mad rich
Looking mad rich
(yeah) , looking mad rich (What? What? yeah
Yeah)
Hop up out the car looking mad rich (yeah)
Looking mad rich
(yeah) , looking mad rich (yeah, woah, woah)

Bitch, I'm twenty
But I'm thinking like I'm forty (Huh?)
My niggas play with babies
Not the ones that get aborted (Ha)
She crushed the molly down, she said
"It's better if you snort it"
(She said, "It's better if you snort it")
I keep the cash in the house
Now I'm looking like a hoarder
(I'm looking like a hoarder)
Don't ask me for no song 'cause, nigga
I seen a sneak diss (No)
Pissing motherfuckers off, ho
You on the piss list yeah, I got a lot of
Weight, but I ain't fit, bitch
(Huh?) don't you ever cross that line
Do you need a Fitbit? (Woah, yeah)
I ain't drinking lean 'cause
I usually sip liq' (yeah)
Pussy legit, niggas wanna lick this (Huh?)
Got a gun full of hollow tips
Fuck a ballistic (Huh?)
Just spent a hundred dollars
On some fucking lipstick
(What? Huh? yeah, yeah)

Walking with a limp
(yeah) , gas in my hemp (Gas in my hemp)
Pull up to the club
(Club) with the windows tint
(With the windows tint) hop up out the car
(yeah) looking mad rich (Looking mad rich)
Walking with a limp
(Huh?) , gas in the hemp (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up to the club
(yeah) , with the windows tint (yeah)
Hop up out the car
(yeah) looking mad rich (yeah)
Walking with a limp
(What? What? yeah) , gas in the hemp (Woah
Yeah) pull up to the club
(yeah) , with the windows tint (Huh? yeah)

Hop up out the car
(yeah, huh?) looking mad rich (Huh?)
Looking mad rich
(Huh?) , looking mad rich (yeah)
Hop up out the car
(yeah) looking mad rich (Woah)
Looking mad rich
(What?) , looking mad rich (yeah)

Make ten bands twenty, watch this magic trick
(Woah) scope on the rifle, so I don't miss
(yeah, lil' bitch)
All these bitches my kids, stop trying
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stop trying, stop trying (What? What?)
Make ten bands twenty, watch this magic trick
(Magic trick)
Scope on the rifle, so I don't miss
(So I don't miss, miss)
All these bitches my kids, stop trying (yeah)
Stop trying, stop trying

Hop up out the car
(yeah) looking mad rich (Huh?)
Looking mad rich
(Huh?) , looking mad rich (What?)
Hop up out the car
(yeah) looking mad rich (yeah)
Looking mad rich
(What?) , looking mad rich (yeah)
Hop up out the car
(yeah) looking mad rich (Huh? Huh?)
Looking mad rich
(Huh? Huh?) , looking mad rich (Huh? What?)
Hop up out the car
(yeah) looking mad rich (Huh?)
Looking mad rich (What?) , looking mad rich

Hop up out the car (yeah) looking mad rich
Looking mad rich, looking mad rich
Hop up out the car looking mad rich
Looking mad rich, looking mad rich
Yeah, yeah, huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? What?
Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? What?

Written by:
Maria Cecilia Simone Kelly, Michael Williams

Publisher:
Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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