Rich Nigga ft. 99Ty, PMM $kotty & Big600 Lyrics

Young QT, hotter than a pot of, n***a, n***a

Young QT, hotter than a pot of grits, n***a

Young QT, mister, I can take your beats

All the kids watch me, how the fuck I'm posture quick

Hit the yo and show my ass that shit can turn me to a reach

Drinking whole like Halloween, I'm out here catching all these chicks

Smoke that dope and kick my feet, don't live my life like it's a dream

Need to put me in the gym, I really ball like Cocorine

Fuck them cracker, take me in, I hit the gat like Cocodine

Fuck them cracker, take me in, I hit the gat, you know I spin

I smoke a wood, the room smoke dope, nah, this ain't no steam

I'm in the truck, I ain't going to sleep like I'm on a beam

I don't trust that bitch, she just after what's in my jeans

I told her if they fucking, then bring some friends for the team

I'm balling like I'm Jordan, I should've went to the league

I don't fuck with groupie bitches, I treat them hoes like some fiends

I got a connection with the plug, now there's extra grounds in the P's

I been had these bitches on my dick since a young nigga

Probably had your bitch, but I don't wanna tell you, come get her

I ain't gonna make her end up friends, I don't kiss that scissor

Pour that drink and sun kiss, I'm on Snooze, I'll scissor

Find that block where they set that rock and they let them shots out

These niggas fake, when you head it to the top, they gon' run up, get your nut

Play with my kind, I come through swinging these niggas, be like Topgolf

I'm like, where they dig, down, nigga, get it big

Color purple, silly, you can see it when I peace, nigga

Need a bigger scale, like I'm selling fucking feasts, nigga

Free my nigga, rail in that jail like a reach, nigga

I'm gon' drop a bag on her head before my wreaths, nigga

Big 600, I'm a money-making bitch

Taking chances, getting rich, don't ditch some shit I can't forget

Chasing money in my sleep, I wake up, feel like I'm the Grinch

Stack this shit up just for me, I ain't got no time to recompense

Niggas in these feelings, going outside about a bitch

The bitch he going outside about, we fucking, we making a flip

I don't know what these niggas be mad about, this shit don't make no sense

Big 600, gon' ball for real, these fuckniggas shit on the bench

I'm QT, nigga, damn, I'd die for real, we finna jump over the fence

I get to talking this ho a hard drive for real, and don't even give her a kiss

JT's locked up behind the wall for real, the only young nigga I miss

Big 600, I'm 101 for real, that young nigga do not miss

Young QT, hotter than a pot of grits, nigga

Young QT, mister, I can take your beats

All the kids watch me, how the fuck gon' post your clip

Hit that yo and show my ass that shit can turn me to a rich

Big ho like Halloween, I'm out here catching all these chicks

Smoke the dope and kick my feet, don't live my life like it's a dream

Need to put me in the gym, I really ball like Cocorine

For the cracker, take me in, I hit the gat like Uncle Dean

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