Lyrics RICCHEZZA - Justin Rarri

RICCHEZZA

She say I’m rude as a bitch
Mixing up the rerock 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 Richezza (Richezza)
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
Tell a nigga straight up that I don’t wanna fit in, ain’t ever gon' be a lil'
regular
Watch how they shake with that K
Bitch I’m a 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’m a savage, that be the reason she falling for me 'cause a nigga be
real (Real)
Really a stepper, don’t gotta show you no ratchet, my niggas they handle the
deal
Bro shooting at the opps (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 a your noggin'
I had to cut off lil' shorty she toxic
Told a bitch «What you on?
(What you on?)
I’ma shoot at that fuck nigga dome (Boom)
I’ma buy her lil' Christian dior (Yeah)
Who want static?
Pull up at your door (Yeah)
Wanna be in the gang, he a new drummer check him out he be toting that pole
(Toting that pole)
Got the drop on a opp he postin' his shorty but lowkey I’m fuckin' his ho
Don’t compare lil' bitch ain’t the same nigga
Forty K I could make a in a day get it
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’m a GOAT, bitch
Get 'em spinning right off of the coach
I got too many hoes for a old bitch, yeah
Put packs together I’m countin' (I'm countin')
Rich nigga rockin' on Richezza (Richezza)
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
Tell a nigga straight up that I don’t wanna fit in, ain’t ever gon' be a lil'
regular
Watch how they shake with that K
Bitch I’m a 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’m a savage, that be the reason she falling for me 'cause a nigga be
real (Real)
Really a stepper, don’t gotta show you no ratchet my niggas they handle the deal
Bro shooting at the opps (At the opps)
How you still in the field, how you made up a mill?
Who that 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 your noggin'
I had to cut off lil' shorty she toxic