Rich Friends ft. $amaad Lyrics

Aye, bitch, I got that motherfuckin uh

The Real Child of Drama

Come on

Aye, the bitch bad

You chase the money, you tryna get rich, Bad

You tried to run up, but we had the sticks, Bad

Pussy, why you acting like a bitch, Mad

This undercover mad I'm undercover mad

This blick don't got no mag

My pops know I don't listen hard head I got it bad

R.I.P. Pop Smoke I just poured a line and said Woo

Nigga it's not smoke, if it was, some shots would be sent at you

Said ha-choo she getting blessed

The bitch too bad, it's just too good

I need something, I can't turn down The bag is just too good

Shaking her ass, bitch won't turn down I think the time been had

Hey, Ricky Zipper, I'm going black on black

Akachi sent the beat, I had to black on that You know I blacked on that

Hey, which Tesla? I think black on black Which Benz? Black on black

Me and Woes, man these kids became rich friends that's that on that

Whole lotta fucking racks I decided to stand on that

We like one day, me and you gon' come the Benz back to back

Bitch I'm back I swiped up and sent a DM, back to back

I was broke, I had to make the perc & DM taste like act

Man, I'm sorry some of y'all really had to see a nigga like that

Aye, the bitch bad

You chase the money, you tryna get rich, Bad

You tried to run up, but we had the sticks, Bad

Pussy, why you acting like a bitch, Mad

I gave the bitch a tip, in a big bag

I woke up, bathing Hermes, niggas big Mad

I think I'm livin' Shark Tales niggas bite swag

Run off with that, yeah, you gotta buy it back

I got skellies in the closet, I'm about to pull them out

Feel like Pluto 2016, it ain't never been no drought

Ballin' hard, I put up six rings, these niggas tryna count me out

Bought a pack for my six fiends, I gotta serving now

Pourin' up some dope, we sippin' purple pie

Right off the back, right off wake up, I gotta get high

With a whole lotta racks, I ain't take no pay cuts I gotta get by

Rich nigga with no haircut, I'm still fly as hell, bitch

Sell a nigga anything, I'm a cold salesman

She suck dick for anything, that shit so unhealthy

I got designer clothes, pilin' up, this shit get messy

I ain't text her back, I left her on her on read she got the message

I got a white hoes pullin' up in Alexis, Texas

Fuck Mcdonalds, I don't need that bullshit, nigga

I gave this bitch a tip in a big bag

I woke up bathing Hermes, niggas big mad

I think I'm livin' Shark Tales, niggas bite swag

Run off with that, yeah, you gotta buy it. back

Aye, the bitch bad

You chase the money, you tryna get rich, Bad

You tried to run up, but we had the sticks, Bad

Pussy, why you acting like a bitch, Mad

This undercover mad