Justin rarri - Ricchezza

Told a bitch, "Whatchu on?" (Whatchu on)
I'ma shoot at that fuck nigga dome (bap)
I'ma buy her lil' Christian Dior
Who want static? Pull up at ya door (yeah)
Wanna be in the gang he a new drummer
Check him out he be totin' that pole (totin' that pole)
Got the drop on a opp he postin' his shorty
But low key I'm fucking his hoe

Yeah, stuck in my ways bitch I'm only worried 'bout a bankroll ('bout a bankroll)
I don't got patience she could leave me right now don't care, nah
I was out here doley so I be used to this shit (used to this shit)
She say I'm rude as a bitch (bitch)
Mixing up the re-rock but I keep it right out of the crib
Ain't trustin' nobody around us (around us)

Put packs together I'm countin' (I'm countin')
Rich nigga rockin' on Ricchezza (Ricchezza)
Got a luxury life ever since I got right
Everybody jack me like they helped us
Got them stripper bitches in a telly
Pull up in suburbans we strapped and we ready (we ready)
Tell a nigga straight up that I don't wanna fit in
Ain't ever gon be a lil' regular (ayy, ayy)

Watch how they shake with that K
Bitch I'ma youngin' right out of New York
I got a baddie lil' bitch from the A (from the A)
I'ma take her right with me cash out at the store
Bitch I'ma savage, that be the reason she falling for me 'cause a nigga be real
Really a stepper, don't gotta show you no ratchet my nigga just handle the deal
Bro shooting at the opps
How you still in the field, how you made up a mill?
Who dat boy on the block? (On the block)
What you know 'bout a drill with a big ol' steel?
Thirteen with a Glock
Bitch ass walk up, come try me
I put the grip on his face to remind 'em
He moving funny, bro bust at ya noggin
I had to cut off lil' shorty she toxic (toxic)


Told a bitch, "Whatchu on?" (Whatchu on)
I'ma shoot at that fuck nigga dome (bap)
I'ma buy her lil' Christian Dior
Who want static? Pull up at ya door (yeah)
Wanna be in the gang he a new drummer
Check him out he be totin' that pole (totin' that pole)
Got the drop on a opp he postin' his shorty
But low key I'm fucking his hoe

Don't compare lil' bitch, ain't the same nigga
40K I could make a in a day nigga
He a youngin' but still hold a K nigga
Pull up on me and see how the trey hittin'
I got too much to lose for a broke bitch
Ain't no cap in my rap I'ma goat bitch
Get 'em spinning right off of the coke, yeah
I got too many hoes for a old bitch, yeah

Put packs together I'm countin' (I'm countin')
Rich nigga rockin' on Ricchezza (Ricchezza)
Got a luxury life ever since I got right
Everybody jack me like they helped us
Got them stripper bitches in a telly
Pull up in suburbans we strapped and we ready (we ready)
Tell a nigga straight up that I don't wanna fit in
Ain't ever gon be a lil' regular (ayy, ayy)

Watch how they shake with that K
Bitch I'ma youngin' right out of New York
I got a baddie lil' bitch from the A
I'ma take her right with me cash out at the store
Bitch I'ma savage, that be the reason she falling for me 'cause a nigga be real
Really a stepper, don't gotta show you no ratchet my nigga just handle the deal
Bro shooting at the opps
How you still in the field, how you made up a mill?
Who dat boy on the block? (On the block)
What you know 'bout a drill with a big ol' steel?
Thirteen with a Glock
Bitch ass walk up, come try me
I put the grip on his face to remind 'em
He moving funny, bro bust at ya noggin
I had to cut off lil' shorty she toxic

Writers: DAMON THOMAS , Adrian Justin Baez , Dennys Capellan

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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