Rich Junkie Lyrics
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Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I’m a rich junkie
A n**** tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin’
Pandemic boys, I know you n***** miss money
Thinkin’ ’bout my granny, other than that, I don’t miss nothin’
Yeah, this shirt plain as hell but it cost me 600
Got on plain Jane now but I can come out wrist bussin’
Bougie n****, if I speak to your ho, the bitch lucky
You can keep that bitch, I don’t want your ho, that bitch ugly
Man, a lot of rappers broke, I’ll sign you
Lil’ n****, I’m the shit, must I remind you?
If my brother says it’s on the floor, I’m right behind you
I’m the one that’s hopping out with you, I can’t drive you
I am not the one to fuck with, must I advise you?
Baby, I can’t trust you, gotta hit you with a condom
It’s really hard for me to fall in love, that’s on my mama
Tender n***** wanna kill me, it ain’t shit but some vagina
Yo’ kit cheap, it ain’t worth the shit that’s in my closet
I wanna get rich, I don’t even wanna be around you
You can leave if you wanna leave, I won’t hound you
I ain’t making love to no ho, I’m gon’ pound you
Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I’m a rich junkie
A n**** tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin’
Pandemic boys, I know you n***** miss money
Thinkin’ ’bout my granny, other than that, I don’t miss nothin’
Yeah, this shirt plain as hell but it cost me 600
Got on plain Jane now but I can come out wrist bussin’
Bougie n****, if I speak to your ho, the bitch lucky
You can keep that bitch, I don’t want your ho, that bitch ugly (Huh)
The shit that I been doin’ will get a n**** 5 to 10
Get back on your gram, tell ’em what I’m slidin’ in
I don’t hang with rappers, them n***** not my friends
Couldn’t catch his ass out, so we popped his mans
I mean dropped his mans, I’m out here slidin’ with the sticks like a hockey fan
I don’t know who told y’all n***** I’m not gon’ spin
N***** dyin’, n***** still doin’ all that playin’
I got a 50 in Amiri, 250 in the ceiling, iced up, I’m just chillin’
Gettin’ money, n****, clearly
Three condos, n***** can’t fuck with me really, I could hit a n**** bitch
Or get a n**** hit
Please don’t brag about a hundred, man, that lil’ shit get spent
Ten thousand ain’t shit, man, I spend that on my bitch
You can’t get another life, I can get another kit
Slidin’ in designer, tryna hit him in his shit
The streets talk to me ’cause I’m really in the mix
Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I’m a rich junkie
A n**** tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin’
Pandemic boys, I know you n***** miss money
Thinkin’ ’bout my granny, other than that, I don’t miss nothin’
Yeah, this shirt plain as hell but it cost me 600
Got on plain Jane now but I can come out wrist bussin’
Bougie n****, if I speak to your ho, the bitch lucky
You can keep that bitch, I don’t want your ho, that bitch ugly