Rich Party

Lyrics

[Intro] (D-Diego) (B-B-Bankroll Got It) [Chorus] It's a rich nigga party, bae Yeah, sippin' Ace of Spade, ain't no chardonnay Yeah, and my fit hard as fuck, yeah Whip fast, hit the gas, get far as fuck, yeah Yeah, that ass fat, but, lil' mama, how you fuck? Yeah, talkin' all that shit, but, lil' mama, can you suck? Ayy, Heat keep scorin', baby, I get all the buckets Yeah, Balenciaga shorts, Balenciaga on my bucket Yeah, a hundred on these chains, we keep things out in public (Yeah) [Verse 1] Ayy, Missy Elliot if he touch it (Yeah, ayy) He ain't been to Elliot, he be bluffin' Yeah, he don't want smoke, don't turn nothin' into somethin' Yeah, George said grab the Rolls truck, but I ain't rushin' (Yeah) Book street nigga, yeah, they'll vouch for that Thеy ain't never seen you in the trеnches, where your house was at? Ayy, niggas in they feelings over bitches, I'm to blame Yeah, coachin' all these niggas, finna put 'em in the game Yeah, why these niggas think we ain't gon' put 'em in a chain? Yeah, I might look at me and I make niggas look for me Yeah, two nights back-to-back, a hundred racks is how they bookin' me All it took for me to be here, yeah All three-sixty-five and every leap year, yeah Bitches callin' up hotels, did he sleep here? All the DMs and fan mail, she wanna meet here (Yeah, ayy, yeah) [Chorus] It's a rich nigga party, bae Yeah, sippin' Ace of Spade, ain't no chardonnay Yeah, and my fit hard as fuck, yeah Whip fast, hit the gas, get far as fuck, yeah Yeah, that ass fat, but, lil' mama, how you fuck? Yeah, talkin' all that shit, but, lil' mama, can you suck? Ayy, Heat keep scorin', baby, I get all the buckets Yeah, Balenciaga shorts, Balenciaga on my bucket Yeah, a hundred on these chains, we keep things out in public [Verse 2] I'ma talk my shit 'cause I'm the shit, I finally noticed (Yeah) Tryna manifest fucking Dre, yeah, I'm just focusin' (Ayy) Yeah, these niggas don't keep it player, we don't notice 'em These niggas ain't got no paper, we been noticin' Yeah, coach again, I done had the bag, fucked it up, and I went broke again Yeah, got a hundred bags of designer, let it go again Yeah, I got in my bag and they mad 'cause I'm on again Tell 'em how much you want for a show again Yeah, yeah, to show up in it Oh, that boy look so expensive, yeah Seen in your ho, make that drip, drip Playin' in her throat, she said I gotta hold on [Chorus] It's a rich nigga party, bae (It's a rich nigga party, bae) Yeah, sippin' Ace of Spade, ain't no chardonnay Yeah, and my fit hard as fuck, yeah Whip fast, hit the gas, get far as fuck, yeah Yeah, that ass fat, but, lil' mama, how you fuck? Yeah, talkin' all that shit, but, lil' mama, can you suck? Ayy, Heat keep scorin', baby, I get all the buckets Yeah, Balenciaga shorts, Balenciaga on my bucket Yeah, a hundred on these chains, we keep things out in public