I got a Hellcat SRT
Bad b#tch love on me
Open your eyes and then you’ll see what it’s like to be rich
Two phones like I’m Gates
Told that b#tch stand at the gate
Don’t do dates, dripped in Bape
2022 all about my paper
I ran a check up
20k but I gotta do better
So for the rest of the motherf#ckin’ year know I’m steppin’ on beats everywhere that I go
My b#tch she dizzy and feelin’ like money
That’s off of that liquor, that pint of Patron
The thought that Rich don’t got it up in him to murder the beat
Lil boy this a stroll
I used to run Instagram with the trolls
Cute lil b#tch and I’m all in hеr phone
You know she cannot leavе Richy alone
I think she obsessed with this kidd in her phone
So I speed off in a Hellcat
Mazi wanna test it
Diamonds on my necklace
Still the same old Rich, yea
I’ma rock the stage because I’m on a f#cking mission
Riding with a thirty clip
That boy might end up missing
One more time with it
One more time with the muhf#ckin’ beat
Like “That feat might cost a fee”
The Kidd is hungry, don’t you see
Don’t give a damn about the fee
Still gonna rock my Balmain jeans
No more lackin’ on the beat
No more lackin’ on the beat, yea
Hellcat SRT
Bad b#tch love on me
Open your eyes and then you’ll see what it’s like to be rich
Two phones like I’m Gates
Told that b#tch stand at the gate
Don’t do dates, dripped in Bape
2022 all about my paper
I got my sui-sui-sui-sui-suicide doors
I’m runnin’ through em, through em
Through em, through em, through them side wh#res
Brand new Mustang, my horse
Switch it up with my Porsche
Hit it right, she beg for more
Me and NEMO on tour, yea
Shawty, she touchin’ me
Now she sippin’ on bubbly lovely
I flip the beat and it’s no one that’s toppin’ me
She a lil thot and she sucking me sloppily
Still the type of n#gg# make you pray
b#tch, get on your knees
Poppin’ bottles, champagne
Swear to God, ain’t no more pain now
You know I’ma shoot for the top
So you better be coming correct
These diamonds bedazzle my neck
What is the point if your sh#t is a mess
Ain’t no more that hit or miss
My diamonds on my wrist
Fifty bands, must be a glitch
Ain’t no more that hit or miss
My diamonds on my wrist
My diamonds on my wrist, ah
I got a Hellcat SRT
Bad b#tch love on me
Open your eyes and then you’ll see what it’s like to be rich
Two phones like I’m Gates
Told that b#tch stand at the gate
Don’t do dates, dripped in Bape
2022 all about my paper
Hellcat SRT
Bad b#tch love on me
Open your eyes and then you’ll see what it’s like to be rich
Two phones like I’m Gates
Told that b#tch stand at the gate
Don’t do dates, dripped in Bape
2022 all about my paper
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