Lyrics Stinking Rich - Mostack, J Hus, Dave

Stinking Rich

All I want is more life and more vagina
Thought I was broke until the gwap surprised her
Couldn’t line up girls, and now the girls are lined up
Bro let off bells, he’s the Glock provider
Bang, bang, bang, let off another round
If no one’s touched, then it’ll come back around, for another round
With some drillers in some council houses
That will come through and cancel your houses
Ah, what you on about?
We was about, you was not about
Gang got the shot around, in case these niggas want a round
I would give a fuck about you niggas but the inner me is kinda telling me I’m
not allowed
And now there’s blood 'pon my arm and a leg
Like I chopped up an arm and a leg
I would dash away these clothes, but these labels on my arm and a leg
Kinda cost me arm and a leg, pussy
I went from a chump to a champ, yes I flipped this script
You’d get blind if I flicked this wrist
I came in the tinted shivs
She said, «What's your perfume?»
I said, «I'm stinkin', stinkin' rich»
I went from a chump to a champ, yes I flipped this script
You’d get blind if I flicked this wrist
I came in the tinted shivs
She said, «What's your perfume?»
I said, «I'm stinkin', stinkin' rich»
It’s funny how I run from girls I had run down
Shawty wanna come round, she ain’t gettin' one round
I don’t bust guns, I bust nuts, and I bust out
If it wasn’t bust down, would you get the bus down?
The man took my old style, so I got a new style
I see them in a goose, wow, I gotta cop a moose now
A moose, that’s knuckles, and I’m with Hus
He put the «Hus» in the hustle, me I took the two G’s out the struggle
And I put them on the belt, and I did it by myself
That’s for all the times I did it by myself
And I ain’t into groupies, fuck you for some Gucci
Bought my girl a purse so now they wanna pursue me
I’m lookin' at a cutie, Lydie or Susie
Who’s he?
Lookin' like he’s comin' out the movies
I’m smooth like a smoothie, but watch how you talk G
About you’re gonna bore me, you’re borin', you bore me
I went from a chump to a champ, yes I flipped this script
You’d get blind if I flicked this wrist
I came in the tinted shivs
She said, «What's your perfume?»
I said, «I'm stinkin', stinkin' rich»
I went from a chump to a champ, yes I flipped this script
You’d get blind if I flicked this wrist
I came in the tinted shivs
She said, «What's your perfume?»
I said, «I'm stinkin', stinkin' rich»
Ayo, they can’t even text me (Wah), let alone find me (Nah)
I’ve been movin' sexy (Wah), and I’m movin' spicy (Ahh)
When I’m done with Kendall, then I holla Kylie (Brrr)
I don’t wanna one gyal, I need some variety (More gyal)
I feel out of place in this new society (Mad)
I wanna link Keisha but I had a priority
And every day I’m trying to avoid the authorities
They don’t like me, they call me ethnic minority
You don’t know my life, but I’ll give you a summary
They tried to trick me with their reverse psychology
Fifty racks on me, but I’m looking all raggedy
I know men with no heart and no brain like Dorothy (Stupid)
All them pussies get my middle finger
Poke her pussy with my trigger finger
Knuckle duster on my wedding finger
Lick my thumb and count up every figure
I went from a chump to a champ, yes I flipped this script
You’d get blind if I flicked this wrist
I came in the tinted shivs
She said, «What's your perfume?»
I said, «I'm stinkin', stinkin' rich»
I came from the bottom of the bottom
Man still rottin'
And I still hit the block often
And I’m still plottin'
And I still press on the button
Every time they ask man question
I don’t say nothin', nothin'
Don’t say nothin'
Don’t say nothin'
I don’t say nothin', nothin'
Don’t say nothin'
Don’t say nothin', nothin'