Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rich Shit , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Release date: 04.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rich Shit |
| I don’t come for nothing, don’t pay, you won’t see me |
| Want all blue strips, that’s all I need |
| Lame-ass ho waste time, can’t trick me |
| You can keep trying, can’t beat, can’t be me |
| She ain’t all mine, guess the bitch don’t need me |
| To another level, goin' out of reach |
| Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherfucker |
| Ho wan' get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color |
| Shawty, I thought she was mine, can’t say I ain’t love her |
| She ain’t have no man, she was all on my line, can’t say that I ain’t cut her |
| I drive the Rover and I drive the Rolls |
| Play it low-key and got a Tahoe |
| Drive the McLaren, it tear up the road |
| Throw up my B’s, I’ma hit with my pole |
| Bro ain’t no rookie, you know how it go |
| I was poppin' pills when I walked through the door |
| Bought her stainless steel just from touchin' her toe |
| And you know the deal if I find she a ho |
| Got a swag might kill |
| And you know I keep a hitman Steph, get milled on |
| Tell that nigga he get picked in the draft, I’ma split him |
| Headin' off with a stick, mortician goin' on |
| Goin' in in the middle when it pop off |
| You know I got my blick off, up go down |
| And you know I let the shots off |
| He ain’t finna go home, should’ve been left from 'round |
| Oh, right there |
| She was like, «Let me show you how to do it right» |
| Man, this bitch want money tonight |
| Bro them right there, you know it’s on sight |
| And you know it’s in here |
| Got gunners on my left and gunners to my right |
| Got 'em on the way, pullin' up, yeah |
| Bro make a call, another five hoes, they come in here (You know what I say) |
| Smoke out the pound, got Glocks and Dracs, you run in here (Glocks and Dracs) |
| City one day, yeah, it bang over my way |
| Niggas shouldn’t come, already know how Top play |
| Thursday, party day |
| Nigga, you can die on a Friday |
| Nigga, you can die on the highway |
| Nigga, you can die from a side play |
| Shawty like a cat, that’s nine ways |
| And a million in one to get us played |
| She don’t sleep all day, but work late |
| Fam |
| I don’t come for nothing, don’t pay, you won’t see me |
| Want all blue strips, that’s all I need |
| Lame-ass ho waste time, can’t trick me |
| You can keep trying, can’t beat, can’t be me |
| She ain’t all mine, guess the bitch don’t need me |
| To another level, goin' out of reach |
| Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherfucker |
| Ho wan' get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color |
| Shawty, I thought she was mine, can’t say I ain’t love her |
| She ain’t have no man, she was all on my line, can’t say that I ain’t cut her |