[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Rrr

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
Could have bought a house, but I bought a Jesus piece (What?)
Could have thought they were the feds how they stalkin' me ([?])
Could have put her in Chanel, she from overseas (Overseas)
Could have bought a Plain Jane, but her wrist freeze (Rich!)
Pockets full of mozzarella, full of swiss cheese
Could have pulled up on a Jet, but did the Jet Skis
X pills triple stacked like Wendy's (Tay Keith, fuck these n***as up)
Walkin' 'round with the .9 like I'm Drеw Brees (Brees)
She want Nobu, I take her Mickеy D's (Mickey D's)
Tunechi in the Lamb truck, I'm in the Bentley B (Bentley B)
You was tryna get a deal, I told him "Sign to me" ("Sign to me")
All my n***as Rich Forever, how it gotta be (Wait)
All you n***as bitch forever, you can't lie to me
Better go and get your Reverend, let the choir sing
Goin' hard like a wedding on a diamond ring
AR keep spinnin' like a slot machine (Oh, ooh)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid, Lil Wayne & Both]
Now a n***a Rich Forever, they gon' call me (They gon' call me)
Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling (I've been balling)
I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning (The morning)
We was getting to them racks while you snoring, yeah
Tryna make a mill', that's easy (Woo)
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji
The n***as who hatin', they really wan' be me
You see that I'm Rich, back then, didn't believe me
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Bitch, stop, it's lonely at the top, I just heard my ears pop
A fiend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock
Fuck her for some Gucci socks, she gon' have to run the top
For the flip flops, yeah, boy, stop
Run up on the opp, I just saw his heart drop
My bitches on the base, I feel like a shortstop
And I just caught a case, I'ma still ball out
'Til I ain't got no more fouls, woo

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne, Both]
Now a n***a Rich Forever, they gon' call me (Woo)
Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling (Woo)
I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning (Woo)
We was getting to them racks while you snoring, yeah
Tryna make a mill', that's easy
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji
The n***as who hatin', they really wan' be me
You see that I'm Rich, back then, didn't believe me

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid]
I get the bag and go straight to the plug and I buy his ass out
And now it's a drought
Fuck on my ho 'til I tire her ass out
My watch face drippin', I had to ask it "What you cryin' about?"
Flyin' her out
She get back home, she be runnin' her mouth
Pick a Bugatti up, put the Cullinan down
Tell your friends I'll fly every one of them down
Put 'em on a jet, tell 'em meet me in the islands (Yeah)
Said she wanna fuck me and all of my diamonds (Yeah)
My shooter from the trenches, got a chain, yeah, he shinin' (Pow-pow-pow)
Let Gram drive the Bentley and he crashed on the mileage (Rrr)
I'm Rich like fuck it (Fuck it)
If I let her bring her friend, then she fuckin' (She fuck it)
I was broke, that ho left somethin'
Haters talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin' (That's nothin', that's nothin', Rich!)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid, Lil Wayne & Both]
Now a n***a Rich Forever, they gon' call me (They gon' call me)
Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling (I've been balling)
I was countin' up the hundreds 'til the morning ('Til the morning)
We was getting to them racks while you snoring, yeah (Snoring, yeah)
Tryna make a mill', that's easy
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji
The n***as who hatin', they really wan' be me
You see that I'm Rich, back then, didn't believe me

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Bitch, stop, it's lonely at the top, I just heard my ears pop
Fiend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock
Fuck her for some Gucci socks, she gon' have to run the top
For the flip flops, yeah, boy, stop
Pull up on the jet, jet skis, or yacht
Broke bitches that's a pet peeve, call blocked
Pockets like they got hickeys, all knots
We just go to war, no keys, warlock
Ran up on the opp, saw that boy heart drop
Bitches on the base, I feel like a shortstop
I just caught a case, but I still ball out
'Til I ain't got no more fouls, woo

[Outro: Rich The Kid]
Woo
Ooh
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