Tag: Rich Forever


Rich The Kid – Lot On My Mind Lyrics




[Intro]
I see you. I see [?]
Haha, you dig?
I see you haters having problems
Way too many problems
Mic check, check, check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check

[Verse 1]
Ooh, where my mic check?
These bitches, they been all at my neck (lil bitch!)
These bitches, all in my call log
You ain’t put your team on, you ain’t a boss, dog
Can’t even let these niggas close
Jealous homies set you up and now you smoke (now you smoke)
You just spent up all the money, now you broke (now you broke)
You been internet flexin’ for these hoes (hoes)
Whole lot of friends turned to enemies
Smile in my face and said they proud of me
Now they lookin’ at me like I hit the lottery
‘Cause I’m rich but bitch, you ain’t gotta lie to me
Ooh, I done watched some niggas change up
They hit for me a couple pieces, we don’t chain tuck
Too much ice, bust down, I’m still rained up
And if some niggas wanna try me, get your brain fucked
She gon’ fuck me ’cause I’m famous, post my picture up
I call Boris, that’s my driver, he gone pick you up
Couple losses but more wins, we still racked up
On the road, doin’ shows, I’m so booked up

[Vocal Break]

[Verse 2]
Ooh, Cartier on me
Made my first mil’, shit I was still hungry
Back then all them hoes, they was flexin’ on me
See me on TV, now she sexin’ on me
Got the Maybach, finna cop the Wraith on ’em
Naw, for real they gon’ hate on me
And I got your bitch been missin’, she gon’ wait on me
Told double XL I was straight on it (haha)
I’m finally rich, I knew that they would hate on me (rich!)
They ran up in the crib and had the K on me
I was slippin’, thank God that I’m livin’
‘Cause it all could’ve been different
‘Bout to put these stars in my ceiling
‘Cause my bitch straight from heaven
Rich Forever, bitch I’m in it
Get a check then I spend it

[Outro]
R.I.P X, man
You know what I’m sayin?
Young niggas get that bag, man
Get that bag, stay humble
Ya dig, and that’s that
Get a rack packs and back backs




Rich The Kid – Dead Friends




[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)


Rich The Kid – Dear Friends lyrics


[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO sh*t
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more sh*t, you dig?
Pour a four, sh*t
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them n*gger niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the game, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ sh*t (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullsh*t (bullsh*t), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic sh*t (tragic sh*t)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many probs, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)


Rich The Kid – Dead Friends Lyrics


[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)


Rich The Kid – Made It Lyrics


[Intro: Rich The Kid]
La música de Harry Fraud
You know how the fuck we coming nigga
Broke ass nigga
Broke ass, bitch ass boy
Hoe ass nigga

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I might pull the Bentley out (skrr)
I came up and I got rich, it ain’t no handouts (rich)
I’m a flock and she a bird (brr)
Whole team Rich Forever, that’s my word (huh)
Ask me how we made it, it was destiny (it was what?)
Same bougie bitches calling now they stalking me (stupid bitch)
All I know I gotta flex up (flex)
Drop a bag (bag), ice my neck up (ice)
Ooh, put ’em on a stretcher (stretcher)
She too extra (extra), don’t do lectures (no)
That’s Alisha or Alexa? (or what?)
Rich Forever bitch we got them extras (lil’ bitch, huh)
Bitch I’ve been balling, no reason (no reason)
Fuck her one time then she need me (she need me)
My diamonds as clear as the TV (whoa)
My water, my wrist is on Fiji
Money too tall like grown up (grown up)
Might pull out the Masi do donuts (skrr)
She suck me, my pockets so swole up (whoa)
You getting too close, bitch hold up (hold up)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 3: Jay Critch]
Them niggas fake it til’ they make it (hey)
They need to stick to the basics
Gotta show out, drop a bag I’m in aces
Diamonds froze now yeah my chain different races (chain different races)
I’ma spend me a check and replace it
I just hit it, it’s never relations (never relations)
With the killers like Freddy and Jason (Freddy and Jason)
How I ran up them racks it’s amazing (it’s amazing)
Why you flexing with packs, we gon’ take it (take it)
Me and my niggas came out the basement (out the basement)
We been trapping, make sure they can’t trace it (hey)
I’ma jump in the coupe and I’m racing (skrr)
I’ma fuck on your boo and erase it (erase it)
All these broke niggas talking can’t take it (can’t take it)
We gon’ pull up throw shots like the Matrix (grra)
Hood fave with the clutch like game set (hey)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)


Jay Critch – Back From London Lyrics


[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Just got back from London
You know how I’m bomin’
Balenciagas on me
Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion
Turn nothing into something
Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting
Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though
I was fucking up a bank roll
Turn nothing into something
I was broke now I’m stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low
Blow the racks like play doh
I was broke man I couldn’t afford it
Nowadays I pull up in a foreign

[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
I’ma block her if she keep calling
Huh, Rich Forever, still balling
Maybach is [?]
BK that’s Jay Critch
I was broke, got a broke wrist
Hundred bands now I ice it

Bentley truck just me and Rich
Hundred bands gotta make it flip
I’m the man and she notice it
I got money now she can’t get over it

Huh niggas that hated, we balling
Pull up Bugatti, I’m sorry
I drop a dub on a ring
She want Chanel and Céline

She want Chanel and a ring
But she cannot get a thing
Rich Forever bitch I ball like the ref
She in the back of the ‘bach with Dex
Jugging up packs on packs, who next?
I need the racks on racks to flex
Call up my shooter he at your neck
I get the moolah, I fuck the rest

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Just got back from London
You know how I’m bomin’
Balenciagas on me
Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion
Turn nothing into something
Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting
Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though
I was fucking up a bank roll
Turn nothing into something
I was broke now I’m stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low
Blow the racks like play doh
I was broke man I couldn’t afford it
Nowadays I pull up in a foreign

[Verse 2: Jay Critch & Rich The kid]
Aye green cabbage gotta have it
Aye smoking jattic, living lavish
My bitch ain’t average, rockstar Zoe Kravitz
She seen the fabric Goyard, let me smash it

I’ma smash it, attack it, pass it
I’m bending the bitch over backwards
Rolling with too many bankrolls, hundos
I ran them up for the blue notes

Walk around with the green on me, like Rondo
Too much money that it can’t fold
Justo just got a elbow

Cash it, Rack it
Aye 50K on a back end

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Just got back from London
You know how I’m bomin’
Balenciagas on me
Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion
Turn nothing into something
Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting
Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though
I was fucking up a bank roll
Turn nothing into something
I was broke now I’m stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low
Blow the racks like play doh
I was broke man I couldn’t afford it
Nowadays I pull up in a foreign


Jay Critch – Bands Lyrics


[Intro: Rich The Kid]
La Música de Harry Fraud
You know how the fuck we comin’, nigga
Broke-ass nigga
Broke-ass, bitch-ass boy

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I might put a bitty out (skrrt)
I came up and I got rich, it ain’t no hand out (rich)
I’ma blocka, she a bird (brrr)
Whole team rich forever, it’s my word (huh?)
Ask me how we made it, it was destiny (it was what?)
Same boujee bitches callin’, now they stalkin’ me (bitch)
All I know, I gotta flex up (flex)
Drop a bag (bag)
Ice my neck up (ice)
Ooh, put ’em [?]
She too extra (extra)
Don’t do lectures (no)
Want Saleesha or Alexa (or what?)
Rich Forever, bitch, we got no extras (no bitch, huh?)
Bitch, I been ballin’ on reefer (on reefer)
Fuck her one time, then she need me (she need me)
My diamonds, they clear as the TV (whoa)
My water on my wrist is on Figi
Money too tall, they growin’ up (growin’ up)
My plug on Molly, do dohnuts (skrrt)
He tol’ me my pockets’ll swole up (whoa)
You gettin’ to close, bitch, hol’ up

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Watch (watch)
Whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie
He can dance on (whoa, ice)
Then she cookin’ breakfast naked (naked)
Broke-ass niggas say we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Them niggas fake it ’til they make it (hey)
They be too [?] to the basement
Gotta show out, trap a bag of the aces
Diamonds froze now, yeah my chain different races
I’m spend me a check and replace it
I just hit it, it’s never relations (relations)
We the killers like Freddy and Jason (Freddy and Jason)
How I ran up them racks is amazing (amazing)
Oh, you flexin’ with packs?
We gon’ take it (take it)
Me and my niggas came out the basement (basement)
We ain’t trappin’
Make sure they can’t trace it (hey)
I’ma jump in the coupe and I race it (skrrt)
I’ma fuck on your boo and erase it
All these broke niggas is talkin’, can’t take it (take it)
We gon’ put up those shots, it’s the Matrix (bow)
Put a fave in the clutch like [?]

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Watch (watch)
Whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie
He can dance on (whoa, ice)
Then she cookin’ breakfast naked (naked)
Broke-ass niggas say we wouldn’t make it


In my coupe – Rich the Kid feat. Famous Dex lyrics


Lyrics Rich the Kid – In my coupe

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

Bad b*tch, I’ma bust on her titties
Good lean gotta f*ck up my kidneys
More money gotta flex on these b*tches
f*ck her in the Rari, switching positions
I was broke, I had to get it
I was trappin’ out the kitchen
Selling dope I do the dishes
Trappin’ yeah right on the stove, may God be my witness
He say he get money but I need a witness
Boy yo’ money shorter than midgets
Ice on me got my frigid
Toke nice niggas know you missin’
Magazine model sucking me sloppy
Rich Forever Way they wanna copy
Play with me, they’ll be finding your body
Wake up, I’ma buy a Bugatti.

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

I got that money on me
I got these diamonds on me
Rich Forever be my team
Don’t trap where you stay, man they call the police
Come correct when you talking to me
Niggas sleeping but that money don’t stop
I’ma stack it and go get me a watch
Bad b*tch suck me up on a yacht
I’m in New York like I’m 50
f*ck her so good that she miss me
I was hustlin’, counting pennies
Now my money to the ceiling
Wait, I get the Lamb and they rent it
I ain’t been broke in a minute
Versuri-lyrics.info
I remember pockets empty
I get the guap, yeah I got the digits.

Jay what up bro
Rich what up bro
Rich Forever 3 on the way know what im sayin’
Just do all types of sh*t
Ooh, wait, yeah, oohhh.

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jonesss.
Rich the Kid lyrics
Video coupe


Famous Dex – Maybach (feat. Rich The Kid)


[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
AP got her skating
Run to the money, we racing
She a freak, swallow children
New foreign cost a building
Don’t trap where you stay, man they come in your building
Bad bitch look a million
She wanna suck on my children
All of this money I’m feeling
Dug in the pussy and make her feel it
Fuck nigga thought I wouldn’t make a milly
Goyard come from K
Foreign bitches in the Wraith
Hold on, she wanna party with Dexter
Sucking dick, I just met her
You run up on me, you get way up
Diamonds my neck, you think I got hiccups, yeah

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
Sipping that syrup, pull up her skirt
Put this money in her purse
This bitch she get on my nerves
Balmains so tight I’ma Jerk
Rich Forever goin’ rich way
They copy the wave, I’m sensei
I just might pull out that Bentley
You got your Rollie off eBay
Finessing your bitch, have a threeway
Hop in that Lamb, have a speed race
Yeah, Rich Forever on the map
Run up on me, blow your back
Molly water
Come to the trap, take your order
I was just broke and rode the MARTA
I pull up Rari but no Charger

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building


Famous Dex – So Mad (feat. Rich The Kid)


[Intro: Famous Dex]
Dexter, Dexter
Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
[?] me that bro, I mean
No, fuck it
Come here lil bitch sis
Wait, lil boy why you so mad?
Lil boy, why do you hate?
I get that money, I’m straight
I been kinda good too
Like I don’t care about a hater
You can say whatever you wanna say
Ah-Dexter!

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucked your lil bitch, I just bought her a bag
I ain’t even gotta brag
You can just tell by my bag
30 on me, yeah I’m glad
Run up on him, swear to god you a fag
I don’t even need a mask, I just run right to the cash
Fat bitch, she suck me right when that jet land
I’m feeling good, I’m like Batman
And you now I got my gang man
You run up on me you a dead man
Ooh, why you so mad?
Lil boy, why you still hate?
I get that money I’m straight
Fuck your lil bitch in her face
Wait, I bust in her face
Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
Boy why you so mad?
Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
Fuck your lil bitch, I bought her a bag

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Why you mad?
Bad bitch, fuck and bought her a bag
Young nigga had to get to the cash
Rich Forever, put that shit on the dash
I fucked that bitch in a new coupe
I might just make her my new boo
Wrestle her, flex her
I put that ho in a stretcher
Money on the table, got money on the floor
Sippin’ lean, pour a four in the jones
She suck me up, make her Uber home
Why you so mad I flex on these hoes?
Money machine, fuck around, broke
Me and Jay Critch run up an O
Dexter, Rich Forever, whippin’ a bowl
White bitch throw the dope in her nose
I had a bitch named Sandy
Rollie gold like a Grammy
Might blind your bitch, that’s a diamond wrist
Pull up in a Rari, no Camry

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag


Rich The Kid & Famous Dex – So Mad


[Intro: Famous Dex]
Dexter, Dexter
Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
[?] me that bro, I mean
No, fuck it
Come here lil bitch sis
Wait, lil boy why you so mad?
Lil boy, why do you hate?
I get that money, I’m straight
I been kinda good too
Like I don’t care about a hater
You can say whatever you wanna say
Ah-Dexter!

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucked your lil bitch, I just bought her a bag
I ain’t even gotta brag
You can just tell by my bag
30 on me, yeah I’m glad
Run up on him, swear to god you a fag
I don’t even need a mask, I just run right to the cash
Fat bitch, she suck me right when that jet land
I’m feeling good, I’m like Batman
And you now I got my gang man
You run up on me you a dead man
Ooh, why you so mad?
Lil boy, why you still hate?
I get that money I’m straight
Fuck your lil bitch in her face
Wait, I bust in her face
Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
Boy why you so mad?
Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
Fuck your lil bitch, I bought her a bag

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Why you mad?
Bad bitch, fuck and bought her a bag
Young nigga had to get to the cash
Rich Forever, put that shit on the dash
I fucked that bitch in a new coupe
I might just make her my new boo
Wrestle her, flex her
I put that ho in a stretcher
Money on the table, got money on the floor
Sippin’ lean, pour a four in the jones
She suck me up, make her Uber home
Why you so mad I flex on these hoes?
Money machine, fuck around, broke
Me and Jay Critch run up an O
Dexter, Rich Forever, whippin’ a bowl
White bitch throw the dope in her nose
I had a bitch named Sandy
Rollie gold like a Grammy
Might blind your bitch, that’s a diamond wrist
Pull up in a Rari, no Camry

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag


So mad – Famous Dex feat. Rich the Kid lyrics


Lyrics Famous Dex – So mad

Dexter, Dexter
Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
.. me that bro, I mean
No, f*ck it
Come here lil b*tch sis
Wait, lil boy why you so mad?
Lil boy, why do you hate?
I get that money, I’m straight
I been kinda good too
Like I don’t care about a hater
You can say whatever you wanna say
Ah-Dexter!

Ooooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag.

Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cked your lil b*tch, I just bought her a bag
I ain’t even gotta brag
You can just tell by my bag
30 on me, yeah I’m glad
Run up on him, swear to god you a fag
I don’t even need a mask, I just run right to the cash
Fat b*tch, she suck me right when that jet land
I’m feeling good, I’m like Batman
And you now I got my gang man
You run up on me you a dead man
Ooh, why you so mad?
Lil boy, why you still hate?
I get that money I’m straight
f*ck your lil b*tch in her face
Wait, I bust in her face
Ooh ooh, why you so maaad?
Boy why you so maaad?
Ooh ooh, why you so maaad?
f*ck your lil b*tch, I bought her a bag.

Ooh, why you so maaad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag.

Why you mad?
Bad b*tch, f*ck and bought her a bag
Young nigga had to get to the cash
Rich Forever, put that shit on the dash
I f*cked that b*tch in a new coupe
I might just make her my new boo
Wrestle her, flex her
I put that ho in a stretcher
Money on the table, got money on the floor
Sippin’ lean, pour a four in the jones
She suck me up, make her Uber home
Why you so mad I flex on these hoes?
Money machine, f*ck around, broke
Me and Jay Critch run up an O
Dexter, Rich Forever, whippin’ a bowl
White b*tch throw the dope in her nose
I had a b*tch named Sandy
Rollie gold like a Grammy
Might blind your b*tch, that’s a diamond wrist
Pull up in a Rari, no Camry.

Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a baggg.
Famous Dex lyrics
Video mad


Rich The Kid – Plug Callin (Remix) (feat. Desiigner & Famous Dex)


[Intro: Rich The Kid + Desiigner]
Who that, who that, who that, who that…?
Plug callin’
Who that, who that, who that, who that…?
Plug callin’
Who that, who that, who that, who that…?
Plug callin’
Who that, who that, who that, who that…?
Plug callin’

[Hook: Rich The Kid + Desiigner]
Who that, who that, who that, who that…?
Plug callin’
Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
Young nigga ran it up bands beating
Plug callin’
Pick up the phone cause I need it
The plug he speaking no English
Plug callin’
Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
Young nigga ran it up bands beating
Plug callin’
Pick up the phone cause I need it
The plug he speaking no English
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Como estas, I pick up the phone for the guap
Hundred band jugg I need it, swear to God I was broke had to get it
Walk in my bank got O’s, getting head from two hoes
Touch down the rainbow, the plug he calling the metro
I’m rich forever, rockstar chain heavy metal
Rings on me been the champ, racks on me nigga limp
I’ma bust on her titties, left wrist cost a 50
Chain on me cost a hundred, I was born to get money
Rich

[Hook: Rich The Kid + Desiigner]
Who that, who that, who that, who that…?
Plug callin’
Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
Young nigga ran it up bands beating
Plug callin’
Pick up the phone cause I need it
The plug he speaking no English
Plug callin’
Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
Young nigga ran it up bands beating
Plug callin’
Pick up the phone cause I need it
The plug he speaking no English
Plug callin’

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
The plug is speaking no English, I got these rings on my fingers
These bitches they coming in singles, I’m married to money, so figure
Uh yeah, uh what, I’m balling in and off the court
Your man broke and he a dork, I need the money I need more
Uh yeah, uh wait, Rich Forever on my chain
All these bitches give me brain, I’m smoking weed, I swear it’s mary jane
Uh yeah, uh wow, my pictures so perfect like Myles
I fuck your bitch, go up her blouse, I smoke a nigga, I call him black and mild
Uh wait, uh yeah

[Hook: Rich The Kid + Desiigner]
Plug callin’
Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
Young nigga ran it up bands beating
Pick up the phone cause I need it
The plug he speaking no English
Plug callin’
Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
Young nigga ran it up bands beating
Plug callin’
Pick up the phone cause I need it
The plug he speaking no English

[Verse 3: Desiigner]
Who that, the plug callin’
I got the plug callin’
Got it, the plug callin’
Call that the plug’s products (drugs)
All of my niggas, they killers
Choppa with Bloods robbin’
Choppa with Bloods they killers
Chop up some diamonds [?] no jewelery
I got them niggas, they drillin’
Choppa pull up with them niggas
That serving them niggas big
Got this real money, real money
Niggas pullin’ on your head
And they kill for ya, better kill for ya
Got money put it on your head
Niggas kill for me, niggas kill for me
Who got the plug callin’
I got the plugs on me

[Hook: Rich The Kid + Desiigner]
Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
Young nigga ran it up bands beating
Plug callin’
Pick up the phone cause I need it
The plug he speaking no English
Plug callin’
Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
Young nigga ran it up bands beating
Plug callin’
Pick up the phone cause I need it
The plug he speaking no English
Plug callin’

[Outro: Desiigner]
Plug callin’
Who the fuck is this?
Plug callin’
Me and Rich Kid and Famous Dex
Plug callin’
What he gon’ do
Plug callin’
Brraaaa, brraaaa
Uh
Plug callin’


Rich The Kid – New Wave (feat. Famous Dex) (Keep Flexin Mixtape)


[Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
Yuh! Trap!
They tryna copy the wave
Too many chains like a slave
Rich Forever getting paid
Money machine might break

[Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
Whoa wait
They tryna copy the style
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Reach for my chain, boy how
30 on me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down. (Hold up, hold up)

[Rich The Kid:]
They tryna copy the wave
Rich Forever getting paid
Broke rappers in here, feeling the hate (wait)
Real diamonds on me, biting them skrate (look)

[Famous Dex:]
All these rappers turning foo
They just wanna learn the moves
I got them hunnid’s they blue
I spent a grip on my shoes

[Rich The Kid:]
He got something, but that nigga got dropped
Audemar, that’s a house on my watch
Came from nothing, now they want me to stop
Rings on me, I had holes in my socks

[Famous Dex:]
Wait
I remember in them days
Young used to have them braves
Swear to god I jump a gate
30 yea, right down my waste, might just catch a case

[Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
They tryna copy the wave
Too many chains like a slave
Rich Forever getting paid
Money machine might break

[Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
Whoa wait
They tryna copy the style
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Reach for my chain, boy how
30 on my me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down

[Famous Dex:]
I walk right in the party
Red bottoms on, how you do that?
Wait
Lemme call up Rozay
Hold up, yea
"Bro where Rich at?"

[Rich The Kid:]
Haha
These broke niggas keep talking
Yo bitch keep on stalking
Diamond on me, put em in a coffin (hold on)
Green money like Boston (wait)

[Famous Dex:]
I know you wanna join the wave
Wait, cool of, hey
Fuck yo little bitch with a brace
Can’t fuck with them man they talk to the jakes (Oh man god Damn)

[Rich The Kid:]
Blue money like the wave
Goyard on me, I’m paid
I leave a mess on her face
New foreign on the escalade

[Famous Dex:]
Imma just fuck on her friend
Young nigga, we setting trends
Rich forever, yea we win
Pull up in the Mas’, nigga fuck a Benz

[Rich The Kid:]
She want a bag, I can buy that
Break her off like a Kit-Kat
Got a lay her down, Maserati was black
Try to ride the wave, get hit with a mac

[Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
They tryna copy the wave
Too many chains like a slave
Rich Forever getting paid
Money machine might break

[Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
Whoa wait
They tryna copy the style
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Reach for my chain, boy how
30 on my me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down


Rich The Kid – Dont Want Her (Keep Flexin Mixtape)


[Intro]
Ya, I don’t want that bitch cuz she garb’
Ya, I just want her [?] faster

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

[Verse 1]
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
I’mma hit ya ho and then I give it back
Married to the money, all these greens have a icy tag
"Flexin’ on Purpose", then ya nigga had to sit back
Money on my mind, I was thinkin’ ’bout a hundred right
Lil thot gimme top ice in my wrist watch
Oh my mother, I won’t love her, can’t trust her
Both rubbers on and face down, bust it
Kissed a hoe and I’m appreciate , she sick (urgh)
Your chain came out the more you bust it (whoop!)
Call me the goat
Too much lean, got a purple fo
I do with that bitch, ‘cuz she garbage
Fucking ho’s, all the runway models
Diamond’s water, like they came out damn faster
You was winnin’, had a soul, but you lost it
Nigga they tryna be me
Give a fuck about a bitch, roll your money up
I got a foreign, I just make her count it
All of my business don’t need no accountant
Niggas are the poor, fuck these niggas I ain’t tryna be cool
Grow bad money, got bands like a fo’
I’mma count hundreds, I ain’t think about you

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

[Verse 2]
Keep on winning, got the face up
Rolling with a MAC with a back up
Ain’t stressin’ on bitch, I’m a player
Fucking all eve, I can’t buy you no help
Cut her off with a scizor
Countin’ money, get a spinner
Nigga fall like the winner
Came for the ball and gotta flex up
See a hundred, got a learn keep callin’
Current traps, just trippin’, I’m ballin’
Take her home, I’mma fuck to the molly
Fuck her ’round, with a hundred, it’s on me
Wake up and see more Benjamins
Change a check, yeah dat way
Countin’ money, get a headache
Rich Forever, I’m in Beverly
I was gonna had it clean, now I’m facing really
You can’t see, find no nigga that ain’t got a milli
You slapped me the ho, put your Paypal
I’m on the way till I pick up the phone
Shoutout my new bitch, December she call
Got a quarter milli, now I’m flexin’ you both

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage


Famous Dex – New Wave (feat. Rich The Kid)


[Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
Yuh! Trap!
They tryna copy the wave
Too many chains like a slave
Rich Forever getting paid
Money machine might break

[Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
Whoa wait
They tryna copy the style
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Reach for my chain, boy how
30 on me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down. (Hold up, hold up)

[Rich The Kid:]
They tryna copy the wave
Rich Forever getting paid
Broke rappers in here, feeling the hate (wait)
Real diamonds on me, biting them skrate (look)

[Famous Dex:]
All these rappers turning foo
They just wanna learn the moves
I got them hunnid’s they blue
I spent a grip on my shoes

[Rich The Kid:]
He got something, but that nigga got dropped
Audemar, that’s a house on my watch
Came from nothing, now they want me to stop
Rings on me, I had holes in my socks

[Famous Dex:]
Wait
I remember in them days
Young used to have them braves
Swear to god I jump a gate
30 yea, right down my waste, might just catch a case

[Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
They tryna copy the wave
Too many chains like a slave
Rich Forever getting paid
Money machine might break

[Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
Whoa wait
They tryna copy the style
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Reach for my chain, boy how
30 on my me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down

[Famous Dex:]
I walk right in the party
Red bottoms on, how you do that?
Wait
Lemme call [?]
Hold up, yea
"Bro where Rich at?"

[Rich The Kid:]
Haha
These broke niggas keep talking
Yo bitch keep on stalking
Diamond on me, put em in a coffin (hold on)
Green money like Boston (wait)

[Famous Dex:]
I know you wanna join the wave
Wait, cool of, hey
Fuck yo little bitch with a brace
Can’t fuck with them man they talk to the jakes (Oh man god Damn)

[Rich The Kid:]
Blue money like the wave
Goyard on me, I’m paid
I leave a mess on her face
New foreign on the escalade

[Famous Dex:]
Imma just fuck on her friend
Young nigga, we setting trends
Rich forever, yea we win
Pull up in the Mas’, nigga fuck a Benz

[Rich The Kid:]
She want a bag, I can buy that
Break her off like a Kit-Kat
Got a lay her down, Maserati was black
Try to ride the wave, get hit with a mac

[Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
They tryna copy the wave
Too many chains like a slave
Rich Forever getting paid
Money machine might break

[Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
Whoa wait
They tryna copy the style
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Reach for my chain, boy how
30 on my me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down


Rich The Kid – Don’t Want Her letras

October 26, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ya, I don’t want that bitch cuz she garb’
Ya, I just want her [?] faster

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

[Verse 1]
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
I’mma hit ya ho and then I give it back
Married to the money, all these greens have a icy tag
"Flexin’ on Purpose", then ya nigga had to sit back
Money on my mind, I was thinkin’ ’bout a hundred right
[?] ice in my wrist watch
Oh my mother, I won’t love her, can’t trust her
Both rubbers on and face down, bust it
Kissed a ho and I’m [?], she sick
Your chain came out the more you bust it (whoop!)
Call me the goat
Too much lean, got a purple fo
I do with that bitch, ‘cuz she garbage
Fucking ho’s, all the runway models
Diamond’s water, like they came out damn faster
You was winnin’, had a soul, but you lost it
Nigga they tryna be me
Give a fuck about a bitch, roll your money up
I got a foreign, I just make her count it
All of my business don’t need no accountant
Niggas are the poor, fuck these niggas I ain’t tryna be cool
Grow bad money, got bands like a fo’
I’mma count hundreds, I ain’t think about you

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

[Verse 2]
Keep on winning, got the face up
[?] with a back up
Ain’t stressin’ on bitch, I’m a player
Fucking all eve, I can’t buy you no help
Cut her off with a scizor
Countin’ money, get a spinner
Nigga fall like the winner
Came for the ball and gotta flex up
See a hundred, got a [?] keep callin’
Current traps, just trippin’, I’m ballin’
Take her home, I’mma fuck to the molly
Fuck her ’round, with a hundred, it’s on me
Wake up with [?] and old Benjamins
Change a check, yeah dat way
Countin’ money, get a headache
Rich Forever, I’m in Beverly
I was gonna had it clean, now I’m facing really
You can’t see, find no nigga that ain’t got a milli
You slapped me the ho, put your Paypal
I’m on the way till I pick up the phone
Shoutout my new bitch, December she call
Got a quarter milli, now I’m flexin’ you both

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage


Rich The Kid – Don’t Want Her

October 26, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ya, I don’t want that bitch cuz she garb’
Ya, I just want her [?] faster

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin”, I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin”, I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
[Verse 1]
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
I’mma hit ya ho and then I give it back
Married to the money, all these greens have a icy tag
“Flexin’ on Purpose”, then ya nigga had to sit back
Money on my mind, I was thinkin’ ’bout a hundred right
[?] ice in my wrist watch
Oh my mother, I won’t love her, can’t trust her
Both rubbers on and face down, bust it
Kissed a ho and I’m [?], she sick
Your chain came out the more you bust it (whoop!)
Call me the goat
Too much lean, got a purple fo
I do with that bitch, ‘cuz she garbage
Fucking ho’s, all the runway models
Diamond’s water, like they came out damn faster
You was winnin’, had a soul, but you lost it
Nigga they tryna be me
Give a fuck about a bitch, roll your money up
I got a foreign, I just make her count it
All of my business don’t need no accountant
Niggas are the poor, fuck these niggas I ain’t tryna be cool
Grow bad money, got bands like a fo’
I’mma count hundreds, I ain’t think about you

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin”, I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin”, I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

[Verse 2]
Keep on winning, got the face up
[?] with a back up
Ain’t stressin’ on bitch, I’m a player
Fucking all eve, I can’t buy you no help
Cut her off with a scizor
Countin’ money, get a spinner
Nigga fall like the winner
Came for the ball and gotta flex up
See a hundred, got a [?] keep callin’
Current traps, just trippin’, I’m ballin’
Take her home, I’mma fuck to the molly
Fuck her ’round, with a hundred, it’s on me
Wake up with [?] and old Benjamins
Change a check, yeah dat way
Countin’ money, get a headache
Rich Forever, I’m in Beverly
I was gonna had it clean, now I’m facing really
You can’t see, find no nigga that ain’t got a milli
You slapped me the ho, put your Paypal
I’m on the way till I pick up the phone
Shoutout my new bitch, December she call
Got a quarter milli, now I’m flexin’ you both

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin”, I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin”, I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage


Famous Dex – Drugs In Me Lyrics

October 5, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro: Famous Dex]
Uh yah
Uh yah, uh yah
Oh what?
Now I be gone off the Lean, the pills
The molly, and the Percs
OHMANGOTDDAMN!

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs on me
I’m bustin’ off Ecstasy
She say I’m her man
I’m married to money, I can’t say a thing
I be geekin’ in the lobby
All these tats on my body
3 bitches in the party
I’m drinkin’ lean not Bacardi
I poured me a 6 till I doses
I’m flexin’ soo hard in my overalls
And baby geekin’ off the percs
I’m goin’ right up when I I skurt
4k for the purse, you didn’t know Dexter was a flirt
Baby girl, what you worth?
All these drugs like a nurse

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
I got the drugs in me
That syrup you drinkin’ in Hennessy
Half a pint or 2 liter
In the coupe with 2 ninas
I drop a grip on my ring
Rich Forever on the chain
Jumpin’ through your bitch at the Blue Flame
Maserati matt black, no Bruce Wayne
I need my medicine
Ride around in the coupe, goin’ crazy in Beverly
I’m a motherfuckin’ chemist in the kitchen doin’ chemistry
Walkin’ around with that MAC chicken
Empty the clip leave your face missin’
In the kitcken whippin’ 33 bricks, that’s a Scottie Pippen

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me