Sorry, I’m Rich

Lyrics

[Intro] (I like that, Anton) [Chorus] Sorry, I'm rich, I never get bored Face it, my bitch just better than yours They hatin', they schemin', like never before My feet, they bleedin', like nails on the floor Huh, they sayin' it's killer but wearin' Dior I'm ballin', I'm cheesin' while checkin' the score She callin', I sent the bitch back to her dork Ironic, I crack her, she beg for some more, huh [Verse 1] Ayy, actin' like I never was poor When I say I'm bust down, I ain't here for tour Fucked your bitch, clicked my heels 'fore I ran off the porch Put some ice on my chain like my necklace sore Huh, you know me, fresh as hell, block bendin' Fat ass, loose leaf, couple opps in it Town said keep cuttin' up, Goddamn it Iced out rose gold, nigga, Titanic Hardest nigga on Earth, but I did not plan it Finna start addressin' niggas like dry salad Out of town, in the mall with twenty-five felons In the Louis store deeper than DeSean Jackson Free them killers, they innocent Lil' baby suck it like she love me, she's so intimate I'ma start it and finish it Take a picture with the F&N, call that photosynthesis My bitches love it here, they pay me for the membership I see why you can't get no chicken, you got tender dick She pulled up and blew me out, now I'm finna quit Bitch gave me head longer than [?] chin I'm cheatin' on my side bitch with all her pretty friends If only mama knew what I pay for these silly pants Boy, your bitch like 50 Cent, she got many men Open her mouth and that's where I land, Gilligan Big pointers on my ears, I feel like Peter Pan My bitch don't even know how socks feel, out of city trends R.I.P. Yes, free Yada, I get it in Made a ticket off the mic, I'm all about the Benjamins Get this lame out our section, we don't know his ass Watch your step, 'cause my mouth look like broken glass Whole neck covered up, feel like shoulder pads Had to pull strings for this cash like I'm on grass Beefin' with these whips, they just broke and mad Sittin' watch me go ball like Doja Cat Only time your pockets heavy when your clothes get wet Nigga shoes bent up, chain smokin' Black She know I be gettin' off, I think all these niggas soft All these niggas do is pocket watch, hate and pillow talk Only want the limelight, man, this bitch a moth These niggas mosquitoes, they bitin' me and stealin' sauce You can't capture me, nigga, I did it all My house caught a cold, it got plenty halls Bought mama a ten, then I'm pendin' off In my bag, I be drippin' sauce like a chili dog In my prime, that's why niggas wanna see me off? Just for all my haters, I woke up and blew a fifty-ball Ayy, ask your bitch, "Can you come outside?", she the boss Nine times out of ten, I ain't see the cost [Chorus] Sorry, I'm rich, I never get bored Face it, my bitch just better than yours They hatin', they schemin', like never before My feet, they bleedin', like nails on the floor Huh, they sayin' it's killer but wearin' Dior I'm ballin', I'm cheesin', I'm checkin' the score She callin', I sent the bitch back to that dork, yeah Ironic, I crack her, she beg for some more [Outro] (I like that, Anton)