REALLY RICH ft. Chicken P Lyrics

Damn, Boom made this

I be ballin' in my closet, look like Neiman's walkin' in it

Lil pretty, bitch, I hit her good and now she tryna stalk a nigga

Now I ain't got the fdddd on me, beat his ass I might dog-walk a nigga

Boy, you ain't bout it, you be fakin' lil' ass a action figure

Uhh really rich, you see that RRE you know we in this bitch

Say I'm off plenty drugs, signin' titties, showin' off my penmanship

Fuckin' with me is you stupid, is you dumb, is you illiterate

Lil' bitch grievin', I'm still tryna get some head, I'm so inconsiderate

Nigga, huh, walk right in, I get turnt and on my soul ain't nothin' written

Out in Flint with Chicken chasin' Chicken rockin', Chasin Chicken

Feel like your lil' bitch ain't got no teeth, you can take her to the dentist

Need to be thinkin' bout what you savin', always talkin' bout what you spendin

I just grabbed a striker, got the tint, now me and Brody bendin'

I don't never see you niggas at the bank, you niggas finished

I ain't tryna kick it, where the bows? What's the ticket?

I'm like, Willow how I whip it, Bad bitch her pussy bald I'm in it

They gon' treat me different, that's because I'm different

I stay down another 60, I could drop this Bentley

250 in all 20s, stand up just like Wemby

I caught my plug for a book, we met in Windy City

He tryna keep his bitch from round me, cause he know I hit it

I see they put your mans down in the dirt, and they don't know who did it

You see your lil' bitch blowin' up my phone, she say she wanna eat me up

These niggas bitches in real life, but tough on social media

This nigga blind as hell, he still say it ain't hard to see we up

Say these niggas broke as hell, pockets skinny, they don't eat enough

Lil' boy ain't in the game, no EA, he can't compete with us

She a eat eat, you a goofy, puttin' her on the cuffs

Aye that pae, you got it really ain't nothin' if you can fold it up

You ain't sold enough, what you trollin' for

Hit a nigga with that, I can get him opened up

Told my plug, I'ma send his bows back if they ain't strong enough

I been runnin' up my paper, 100K ain't shit to me

Soon as I sign my deal, we went and bought artillery

Got a buffer now, like Jeffrey, and a bitch like Hillary

Got a bulletproof the cars, In case they can plan on killing me