RICH IS GANGSTA (Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich] 59 bad bitches, Roles Truck on 6's Yeah, he might be a gangsta, but he is not the richest Broke niggas telling jokes, keep it off the net Stomp down around this bitch, playing [?] Man, them niggas clout chasing, niggas dying for a buzz All that weak ass shit, I wouldn't sign you for a dub They ain't never had [?] til them niggas met me In the middle of the ocean, bad bitch on jetski If you ain't know that rich is gangsta Ain't gotta drop no bag, a lotta gangstas ohe me favors Four pockets full, but they call me 59 A hundred thousand on this Roley, still can't find time Bad bitch from L.A., she know I'm having thangs [?] F.O.D., but get diamond chains Solitars in my vinears Five karot stones up in each ear [Verse 2 ?] Thesе niggas wanna beef, but I can't find time I'm sipping liquor with a bitch who look like fine winе Get rich, put on my whole team, it ain't no I in mine Before the deal, I been had motion, nigga, I ain't lieing In Vegas on the strip, all these blues, they think I'm Crip Nigga [?] rip, while something big come off my hip Everywhere I go, I leave a puddle, I keep putting on all this drip I don't do no capping, [?] hear it come from my lip Know we getting chicken, riding round with 30 racks in the coupe I come from selling rocks, bitch, I feel like Pac, I got the Juice I get fly as fuck, they tried to cut my wings, I still flew Money talk, if it ain't about them racks, then I ain't hearing you [Verse 3 ?] 28 sit tall, I'm T.R.X., I can't even see [?] I put [?] stones up in my ear, cost 33 a pare Stuff a Goiard bag with all new blues, that's why they keep appearing Yellow cuban Rose [?] on the side, it look like [?] Spent 500 thousand on my Ghost to see the stars in it [?] lil bro [?] my drank, 'cause it got bars in it I ain't been in the hood, 'cause my lil dawg just caught a charge in it Popped these percisets, and hit that pussy like [?] I'm selling dope, 'cause rap the easy way, now I got easy pay Playing roles, [?] he might not see today [?] put your babies on, them niggas need a plate [?] take a plee, he might just flee the state I've been taking beans, popping [?], smoking weed a lot Fuck the opps, won't ever make no staitments, [?] [?] spot Got 300 rounds up in the trap, that bitch don't need a loft [Verse 4 ?] 300 pounds in my trap I reed up then doubled back, the plug like what the fuck is up with that? I think you moving way too fast, nigga, watch out for the trap [?] tripple X.O., cross him out before he know [?] for you niggas, it's like we Finding Nemo [?] shoot through the peephole [?] like Philthy bitch, [?] [?] percs [?] I love her, but I hate that bitch She say she want new [?] 200 shots he fuck with us And if it's smoke, then puff it [?] leveled up Big dawg, he just a pup Sell, serving through the club Plane Jane, I hold it up [?] money, never fold it up [?] throwing up [?] bitch, I'm showing up Ice on me, I'm gloing up Got me blocked, but I still [?] Must be this tall to ride this ride, you ain't growing up [?] they [?] [Verse 5: Sauce Walka] Oo Wee! My kids got a will like the Smiths, where is Jada Pinket? Thought I was gon' be a drug dealer, til I started pimpin Yellow bitch, she got blue hair, she came from the [?] Bought some Louie shoes in Japan, I'm karotti kicking I got 15 cars right now, and they bairley drivin Would've had 16, but my brother wrecked the G.T. [?] Sauce be really sinning, white meat, [?] Fried Chicken My [?] rappers, they might pull up in a trapper Caught a million [?] my ear [?] Multimillionaire, I ain't wanna sign no deal Stay collecting [?] R.I.P. to Emmit Till Sauce be giving so much game, I need a show [?]