Rich Junkie (feat. Skilla Baby)

Huh

Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I’m a rich junkie

A **** tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin’

Pandemic boys, I know you **** miss money

Thinkin’ 'bout my granny, other than that, I don’t miss nothin’

Yeah, this shirt plain as hell but it cost me 600

Got on plain Jane now but I can come out wrist bussin’

Bougie ****, if I speak to your ho, the bitch lucky

You can keep that bitch, I don’t want your ho, that bitch ugly

Man, a lot of rappers broke, I’ll sign you

Lil' ****, I’m the shit, must I remind you?

If my brother says it's on the floor, I’m right behind you

I’m the one that's hopping out with you, I can’t drive you

I am not the one to fuck with, must I advise you?

Baby, I can’t trust you, gotta hit you with a condom

It’s really hard for me to fall in love, that’s on my mama

Tender **** wanna kill me, it ain’t shit but some vagina

Yo' kit cheap, it ain’t worth the shit that’s in my closet

I wanna get rich, I don’t even wanna be around you

You can leave if you wanna leave, I won’t hound you

I ain’t making love to no ho, I’m gon’ pound you

Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I’m a rich junkie

A **** tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin’

Pandemic boys, I know you **** miss money

Thinkin' 'bout my granny, other than that, I don’t miss nothin’

Yeah, this shirt plain as hell but it cost me 600

Got on plain Jane now but I can come out wrist bussin’

Bougie ****, if I speak to your ho, the bitch lucky

You can keep that bitch, I don’t want your ho, that bitch ugly (Huh)

The shit that I been doin' will get a **** 5 to 10

Get back on your gram, tell 'em what I’m slidin' in

I don’t hang with rappers, them **** not my friends

Couldn’t catch his ass out, so we popped his mans

I mean dropped his mans, I’m out here slidin' with the sticks like a hockey fan

I don’t know who told y’all **** I’m not gon’ spin

**** dyin’, **** still doin’ all that playin’

I got a 50 in Amiri, 250 in the ceiling, iced up, I’m just chillin’

Gettin' money, ****, clearly

Three condos, **** can’t fuck with me really, I could hit a **** bitch

Or get a **** hit

Please don’t brag about a hundred, man, that lil’ shit get spent

Ten thousand ain’t shit, man, I spend that on my bitch

You can’t get another life, I can get another kit

Slidin’ in designer, tryna hit him in his shit

The streets talk to me 'cause I’m really in the mix

Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I’m a rich junkie

A **** tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin’

Pandemic boys, I know you **** miss money

Thinkin' 'bout my granny, other than that, I don’t miss nothin’

Yeah, this shirt plain as hell but it cost me 600

Got on plain Jane now but I can come out wrist bussin’

Bougie ****, if I speak to your ho, the bitch lucky

You can keep that bitch, I don’t want your ho, that bitch ugly