Rich Guys Lyrics by BabyChiefDoit
If I could pay cubs to do it, why would I slide?
I’m that ***, can’t you tell why would I lie?
I know some hoes that’s giving *** 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 ***, can’t you tell why would I lie?
I know some hoes that’s giving *** 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 ***.
Catch you in the store and give you wings for tryna get flat
I’m an ape, ***
If they ain’t gon’ listen, ain’t no savin’ niggas
You ain’t in that kitchen, ***
You ain’t tryna bake a ***
Yeah, you in them cars, but you ain’t tryna hop out facin’ niggas
All on they team, puttin’ *** down, boy, we the baby killers
Not an average kid
Ain’t no rock about my baby, ***
I won’t like you, niggas
I was tryna *** the babysitter
If you ain’t up it in his face, then you ain’t take the ***
Let him know that his *** took you
Still, then you ain’t gangsta, ***
Leave a *** 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, ***, where he at? Oh, ***, 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 *** yak
Why them niggas hate on me when I’m just tryna chase a sack?
Niggas thinkin’ this *** sweet till we jump out and chase your ass
If I could pay cubs to do it, why would I slide?
I’m that ***, can’t you tell why would I lie?
I know some hoes that’s giving *** 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 ***, can’t you tell why would I lie?
I know some hoes that’s giving *** to the broke ass for free
And y’all know I’m cheap so why would I buy?
Chewing to *** 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, ***, go up some money.
But if you think I ain’t got my ***, then your ass a dummy.
No, for real, man, you must not use your head, ***.
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
*** the *** ***, 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 *** 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 *** 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 ***, can’t you tell why would I lie?
I know some hoes that’s giving *** 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 ***, can’t you tell why would I lie?
I know some hoes that’s giving *** to the broke ass for free
And y’all know I’m cheap so why would I buy?
