Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Rich, artist - Red Cafe. Date of issue: 16.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Rich |
| Shake down |
| I got a tatted up bitch |
| Pissing on her titties |
| Louis bag YSL |
| Baddest in the city |
| That girl ass juicy |
| She got me getting trippy |
| She get freaky for the boss |
| She know I ball silly |
| Look I’m rich, I’m racked up, I’m strapped up, I’m rich |
| My car fast, My bitch bad, I’m rich |
| I grind hard, I play hard, I’m rich |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich |
| I’m racked up, I’m strapped up, I’m rich |
| My car fast, My bitch bad, I’m rich |
| I grind hard, I play hard, I’m rich |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich |
| And i’m faded |
| All the cars and wardrobe the latest |
| And the bottles coming non stop |
| Started from the bottom but a nigga still made it |
| Shake down mother fuck these haters |
| Roll up finna smoke of my papers |
| What it do though |
| I’m a fool though |
| Got the new Hublot car move blow |
| Back home from the district red light |
| Three chicks at a time one red light |
| Act crazy I got gunners |
| Got work and we doing numbers New York what |
| All my chicks swagged out |
| Out in Vegas i cashed out |
| Threw my forty five racks out |
| Then i poured up till i passed out |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich, I’m racked up, I’m strapped up, I’m rich |
| My car fast, My bitch bad, I’m rich |
| I grind hard, I play hard, I’m rich |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich |
| Okay now all hail to the king nigga |
| Glock forty’s my pain killer |
| I ain’t stunting on pussy niggas |
| Go and ask your bitch if she’s seen realer |
| I’ll give her back when i’m done with her |
| Suck it dry she’s a babysitter |
| I’m at Anguilla eating conchfritters |
| And i’m smoking killer in a fly villa |
| I ain’t new to this bitch i’m to legit |
| If i’m driving dog then its the latest shit |
| I ball hard on my bull shit |
| I’m like Micheal Jordan back in ninety six |
| I Stevie Wonder i don’t see the shit |
| Probably hit your girl but i plead the fifth |
| Got the sky dweller for the time teller |
| Got a rich taste like a Wine Cellar |
| Bitching nigga crib inside the Central Park |
| Blowing money like i’m slanging Dope and Balling mall |
| If that pussy whack then i probably never call tomorrow |
| If that pussy good then i’ll probably buy the bitch the mall |
| Heat game floor seats fuck that call the law |
| Alley-opp Fast Break could have stole the ball |
| Blowing money fast like i’m Rafael Andrews |
| Kill that pussy tell that ho go and call the reff |
| Fuck y’all niggas counting other niggas figures |
| Better know a niggas rich |
| I know your money too short |
| And i be on the west coast just throw your bitch |
| I heard about you suckers |
| Y’all be chasing after money |
| I be running to the Chase |
| Now i got so much new fan |
| I’m like bitch get the fuck out my mother fucking face |
| Soon or later i’m a check a hundred |
| Assure you i’m the hottest of this R&B shit |
| And they know it |
| That bitch like my money |
| And my weed she blowing |
| In giuseppes sitting counting paper where Jamaicans be going |
| Take a trip too shorts make it rip double that |
| Make it flip Bankroll |
| Bless me i don’t even need a handkerchief |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich, I racked up, I’m strapped up, I’m rich |
| My car fast, My bitch bad, I’m rich |
| I grind hard, I play hard, I’m rich |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich |
| I’m racked up, I’m strapped up, I’m rich |
| My car fast, My bitch bad, I’m rich |
| I grind hard, I play hard, I’m rich |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich |
| Fuck y’all I’m rich |