Rich & Bored

Lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray] Yeah [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] In the titty bar, with my ice on, it's a light show I ain't gon' tell you nothin' wrong When you out here, keep your pipe on, nigga pythons Only gotta tell me one time, boy, you better step or get stepped on Never panic when the show slow, movin' more gas than a Chevron Teflon, sold one from the—, FaceTime Livin' like I move, heh, feel like I sell heroin, nigga Road King, with the juice, I'm a dope fiend, turn her up and still no ring Bad tings before the dough came, boy, you know me Eatin' good, but I ain't fuckin' with them, they lookin' for help, I'm hustlin' for wealth Cut yours if you had mine, but I shoveled the deck, I thumped through a check You ain't touched you a hunnid yet, quarter mil' on my neck, you nigga pathetic Jesus piece for my loved ones, why they chasin' this fetty? You keep Him protected You see him, then catch him, I don't care if I dead it, it's up then I said it I ran out of Zacks and P's, I'm callin' a medic, I want it, I get it Ain't shit changed, with the bankroll and the area code Left hand when she seen me, I ain't did shit, I just stared at the ho You know that she gone [Chorus: Babyface Ray] All my nigga rich and bored, fifty states, really fifty-four Couple countries, I been gettin' more, I'm on Forgiatos, I was sittin' low All my nigga rich and bored, fifty states, really fifty-four Couple countries, I been gettin' more, I'm on Forgiatos, I was sittin' low All my nigga rich and bored, fifty states, really fifty-four Couple countries, I been gettin' more, I'm on Forgiatos, I was sittin' low All my nigga rich and bored, fifty states, really fifty-four Couple countries, I been gettin' more, I'm on Forgiatos, I was sittin' low [Verse 2: YTB Fatt & Moneybagg Yo] Blew his whole a rap check, he pathetic Spectre Rolls, come electric Brand new ones, I can swim in my section BBR bag jeans, bitch, make me breakfast I'm on the road to riches, I check my phone, Gotti text sayin' "be careful" Live performance in the kitchen, the pot punchin' back, bandage myself like Nelly I need a bandage, check the camera, if they raid the spot, throw the dope in the pantry Supercharged my engine Police on my trail, blacked out a car, Marilyn Manson I got a bad bitch sellin' my dope I got my young nigga sellin' my dope More than one nigga sellin' my dope I can sell out dope and sell out shows Ratchet bitch, Rolls truck with a scrunchie Why you BP all your cars? 'Cause it's on my head Every show I do in the country, I walk in with it on me Lamb truck, Maybach, I done it V-Lac car, V truck, I done it Fuck the price, drank pint, I want it I buy four pints every Monday Set up bitch, she on it, uh Get 'em hit I'm on it, uh He ain't havin' no cash My Phantom look like Kodak Pour up again Fox, uh-uh, uh, uh(What we doin'?) Spent a ticket with all my diamonds, I'm the don of all this shit, Wafi Throw that pussy at me In my hub, you see diamonds on my wrist, faucet Talk rich dick, she catch it Me and Speak took turns on that bitch (Go) All my cars go two hunnid (Go) Lamb' shaped like an onion (Go) My trap still doin' numbers (Go) Spent a million, I done it (Go) How you talkin' that gangsta shit? You ain't got shot at, you ain't got one hat Yeah, I got caught with my pants down but you ain't gangsta enough to say you sent that If I sent a hit, I'ma tell you (Ffff), if I ain't doin' the show, I'm servin' (What you need?) Bad bitch, I curve it All the racks 'round the killers, I ain't nervous