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Chicken P
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Fresh Rich
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Rahkeib Smith
Songwriter
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Fresh Rich
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Lyrics
[Intro]
(Rich)
Buss one
Mm (Ayy)
Mhm (Turn up, Rich)
[Chorus]
You **** poor as shit, I'd be mad too, huh (Oh, you mad, huh?)
Found out I hit your bitch, I'd be mad too, huh (Why you mad?)
I know that I'm the shit, I ain't gotta ask you, huh (I ain't gotta ask you)
I heard that shit you said, I'm on your ass too (I'm on your ass, ****)
Look up and see the stars, I got the glass roof on it, huh (Yeah)
Strong-ass dog, I just put a two on it
I went and got them M's, came back and put the crew on (Frrt, beep)
I'm with my bitch in a California king, I used to sleep on futons (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
All this boy and girl around, I'm finna open up a group home (****)
Could swipe the card, but I'm cashin' and I don't use no coupons (All cash)
This bitch took off like a rocket, I'm like Jimmy Neutron
These **** showin', but I'm spinnin', it's time to show 'em who lyin'
Mm, I buy jewelry, I buy buildings, it's time to show 'em who grindin' (Yeah, who grindin')
They say they lookin' for me outside, lil' ****, who hidin'? (Quit lyin')
It's me, Max P and Bhanu, ain't gotta question who ridin'
Lil' bro 'nem get out that window, boy, it's over, you dyin'
Nah, I forgot about my ABCs, I only see the M's (The G's, M's)
And the G's too, if I'm on stage, they pay that twenty bands (Yeah, ****, twenty)
Oh, you signed for a hundred? Shakin' my head, silly man (Dumbass)
I got a Day-Day just like Craig, I'm like Uncle Willie 'nem (Yeah)
I made my first two hundred grand and thought I saw the boogieman
Thought it was over for the kid when they had me in that jam (Huh)
I ain't layin' up with no bitch unless she puttin' it in my hand
I'm really turnt in real life, you **** turnt up on the 'Gram (Buss one, lil' ****)
[Chorus]
You **** poor as shit, I'd be mad too, huh (I'd be mad too)
Found out I hit your bitch, I'd be mad too, huh (Why you mad?)
I know that I'm the shit, I ain't gotta ask you, huh (Yeah)
I heard that shit you said, I'm on your ass too (I'm on your ass, ****)
Look up and see the stars, I got the glass roof on it, huh
Strong-ass dog, I just put a two on it
I went and got them M's, came back and put the crew on (Frrt, beep)
I'm with my bitch in a California king, I used to sleep on futons
[Verse 2]
I used to sleep on pallets, ****, huh, now I'm havin' (Bitch, I'm havin')
Got a check for a half a million, I ain't even cash it, ****
It's powder residue all on my hands, no, I ain't ashy, **** (Yeah)
If you ain't got that money for a verse, don't even ask me, **** (Boy, come on)
Yeah, you just like your pappy, ****, huh (Like your daddy), y'all broke as shit
All this bluffin' goin' on, why the fuck I don't see no poker chips? (Little-ass ****)
Stuffed a thousand eight grams in this blender, we done broke this (Whole brick)
**** poor, **** finished, yeah, they done, bro, it's over with (Yeah, they done)
Bitch, my pockets overfilled (Mm), I'll get you overkilled (Mm)
I got Brembos on every whip, bitch, I drive fast as shit, hmm (Yeah)
I was broke, that shit was funny, tell 'em laugh at this, hmm (Tell 'em laugh at this)
Stop the whip in the opps' hood 'cause I had to piss (I gotta pee)
[Chorus]
You **** poor as shit, I'd be mad too, huh (I'd be mad too)
Found out I hit your bitch, I'd be mad too, huh (That's why you mad?)
I know that I'm the shit, I ain't gotta ask you, huh (Mm)
I heard that shit you said, I'm on your ass too (I'm on your ass, ****)
Look up and see the stars, I got the glass roof on it, huh
Strong-ass dog, I just put a two on it
I went and got them M's, came back and put the crew on (Frrt, beep)
I'm with my bitch in a California king, I used to sleep on futons
Written by: Rahkeib Smith