Rich Bitch Song Lyrics

(B-B-B-BlackJack Productions)

Hear boss speakin', be quiet
Ain't fucked on the nigga he lien
Ain't tryna hustle, don't come outside
If I said it, I want it, it's mine
Late nights don't sleep, I'm grindin'
On top, no fallin' behind
God with me, he givin' the signs
Cut 'em off now, he losin' his mind, ayy

Rich bitch shit (rich bitch), I hit Chase and break the bank though (ayy)
Carti' on my wrist (yeah), I hit wafi drop the bankroll (yeah-yeah)
AP comin' next, I make sure that bitch is two toned (hello)
Hold my wrist up, I got 'em sick, send 'em to Blue Cross (uh)

Hate on my pics, know I don't give a fuck
I got them racks, I'm holdin' 'em up (bag)
'Bout 50 racks, got it sittin' on my face (ooh)
Body look good, make him grab on my waist (woo)