Rich Guys Lyrics by BabyChiefDoit
If I could pay cubs to do it, why would I slide?
I’m that nigga, can’t you tell why would I lie?
I know some hoes that’s giving pussy to the broke ass for free
And y’all know I’m cheap so why would I buy?
If I could pick her up to do it, why would I slap?
I’m that nigga, can’t you tell why would I lie?
I know some hoes that’s giving pussy to the broke ass for free
And y’all know I’m cheap so why would I buy?
Looking down on all who double-crossed me, I’m the rich guy.
He’s sticking niggas up for chump change just to get back.
Stick the molly in the ass, she wanna get high.
Catch you in the store and give you wings for tryna get flat
I’m an ape, nigga
If they ain’t gon’ listen, ain’t no savin’ niggas
You ain’t in that kitchen, nigga
You ain’t tryna bake a nigga
Yeah, you in them cars, but you ain’t tryna hop out facin’ niggas
All on they team, puttin’ shit down, boy, we the baby killers
Not an average kid
Ain’t no rock about my baby, nigga
I won’t like you, niggas
I was tryna fuck the babysitter
If you ain’t up it in his face, then you ain’t take the nigga
Let him know that his shit took you
Still, then you ain’t gangsta, nigga
Leave a nigga flat
Button to his tummy, blow his belly through his back
When I get the drop, jump out the car like, where he at?
Ah, nigga, where he at? Oh, shit, there he go
(?) feel the smokers at? Check the score, we blowin’ niggas out
It ain’t no comin’ back
On the floor, brains on the floor
Make a nigga yak
Why them niggas hate on me when I’m just tryna chase a sack?
Niggas thinkin’ this shit sweet till we jump out and chase your ass
If I could pay cubs to do it, why would I slide?
I’m that nigga, can’t you tell why would I lie?
I know some hoes that’s giving pussy to the broke ass for free
And y’all know I’m cheap so why would I buy?
If I could pick her up to do it, why would I slap?
I’m that nigga, can’t you tell why would I lie?
I know some hoes that’s giving pussy to the broke ass for free
And y’all know I’m cheap so why would I buy?
Chewing to fuck for who I’m is, don’t gotta purchase nothing.
To the left, just like Beyonce, that’s how you work the button.
It’s easy, up a blip, nigga, go up some money.
But if you think I ain’t got my shit, then your ass a dummy.
No, for real, man, you must not use your head, nigga.
It’s not a body bag, so how my goyard full of dead niggas?
I used to really hop in strikers, use this rev engines
Crack the nigga bitch, he axed me, you ain’t give him head, did you?
You might as well focus on yourself, gang
Standing on the Glock, cause it’s a pop-up by myself day
Took the cup from Chopsey, dozing off, bro, that’s enough drink
Dog don’t really shoot that bitch for real, bro, he gon’ pump fake
I got a starter five with all shooters, now a Hooper
Still can up the skull, I know that shit confusing
Buff frames today, let lil’ mama rock the Louis
Gang be butt mashing, he watch too much family feuding
If I could pay cubs to do it, why would I slide?
I’m that nigga, can’t you tell why would I lie?
I know some hoes that’s giving pussy to the broke ass for free
And y’all know I’m cheap so why would I buy?
If I could pick her up to do it, why would I slap?
I’m that nigga, can’t you tell why would I lie?
I know some hoes that’s giving pussy to the broke ass for free
And y’all know I’m cheap so why would I buy?
