Rich Flunky

Lyrics

[Intro] (It's a Wayne beat) (Iced Up Records) (Ooh, Sav killed it) (It's with a K, dumbass) [Verse] Nigga gotta state facts, we don't do assumptions Like I work for the city, I'll get to dumpin' Try to put a brick on a tip, got my skelly jumpin' Every time I pull up, make a sale, got my webby bumpin' That just mean I live a savage life Dog tried to slide a seven, he done died for dice Dog tried to slide for some racks, he done died for mice Toss a nigga off a building, he done died from height Free Ri, he done touched an M from a sale I'm anxious for that package, please, nobody touch the mail I'ma do some bullshit 'cause I got the bail Slow motion better than no motion, fuck it, I'm a snail Takin' trips from Flint to AZ on the hustle tip All my bullets go through everything on the puncture tip Your bitch say she love my music, she on the fucking tip Your bitch wanna put you out 'cause she say you scared of trips But, me? I'ma step forward Bang, bang, cocked as fucker, then I step forward I just shot a nigga Mustang, I done stepped for it I could cough on a nigga beat, get a check for it Suck the dick hard enough, baby, get a mess for it Fuck it, if you fuck gang, you'd get blessed for it What you want, a couple dollars? Make a nigga whip fold in half like a couple wallets I'm sippin' Act' so this a cup of knowledge I think we robbed the wrong nigga, we got a couple problems You still lame as hell, my nigga, with a couple dollars It's sad 'cause money don't a lame niggas I turned on the label and I went and got a chain bigger I went and got some pussy, then I went and got a chain bigger I got my bitch a BBL like, "Make that thing bigger" I went and got a wide-body like make the frame bigger My shit won't get tappin' plugged through Metro Slide through your city and I'm lookin' for the best smoke I won't even beat your ass, hit you with the dev choke The bitch almost died from nuttin', hit her with the dev stroke My bitch got locked, now me and her friends fuckin' Can't get you the best price when you in Kentucky You run to the store with chains on, you a rich flunky Million-dollar man in my phone, this a rich junkie Just paid Hutch another visit, now my wrist chunky All I know is three words, "I get money" Animal cruelty, bitch, got the pit funky