Rich Junkie

Lyrics

[Intro: Tay B] (Okay, Jones) Huh [Chorus: Tay B] Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I'm a rich junkie A nigga tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin' Pandemic boys, I know you niggas miss money Thinkin' 'bout my granny, other than that, I don't miss nothin' Yeah, this shirt plain as hell, but it cost me six hundred Got on plain jane now, but I can come out wrist bustin' Bougie nigga, if I speak to your ho, the bitch lucky You can keep that bitch, I don't want your ho, that bitch ugly [Verse 1: Tay B] Hmm, man, a lot of rappers broke, I'll sign you Lil' nigga, I'm the shit, must I remind you? If my brother say it's on the floor, I'm right behind you I'm the one that's hoppin' out with you, I can't drive you I am not the one to fuck with, must I advise you? Baby, I can't trust you, gotta hit you with a condom It's really hard for me to fall in love, that's on my mama Tender niggas wanna kill me, it ain't shit but some vagina Your kit cheap, it ain't worth the shit that's in my closet Don't wanna get rich, I don't even wanna be around you You can leave if you wanna leave, I won't hound you I ain't makin' love to no ho, I'm gon' pound you [Chorus: Tay B] Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I'm a rich junkie A nigga tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin' Pandemic boys, I know you niggas miss money Thinkin' 'bout my granny, other than that, I don't miss nothin' Yeah, this shirt plain as hell, but it cost me six hundred Got on plain jane now, but I can come out wrist bustin' Bougie nigga, if I speak to your ho, the bitch lucky You can keep that bitch, I don't want your ho, that bitch ugly [Verse 2: Skilla Baby] The shit I been doing'll get a nigga five to ten Get back on your 'Gram, tell 'em what I'm slidin' in I don't hang with rappers, them niggas not my friends Couldn't catch his ass out, so we popped his mans I mean dropped his mans I'm out here slidin' with the sticks like a hockey fan (I'm a hockey fan) I don't know who told y'all niggas I'm not gon' spin (Huh?) Niggas dyin', niggas still doin' all that playin' I got a fifty in Amiri Two-fifty in the ceiling, iced up, I'm just chillin' Gettin' money, nigga, clearly Three condos, niggas can't fuck with me really I can hit a nigga bitch or get a nigga hit Please don't brag about a hundred, man, that lil' shit get spent Ten thousand ain't shit, man, I'll spend that on my bitch You can't get another life, I can get another kit (Huh?) Slidin' in designer, tryna hit him in his shit (Bah) The streets talk to me 'cause I'm really in the mix, huh? [Chorus: Tay B] Yeah, addicted to designer, I guess I'm a rich junkie A nigga tryna rob me, I come off the hip dumpin' Pandemic boys, I know you niggas miss money Thinkin' 'bout my granny, other than that, I don't miss nothin' Yeah, this shirt plain as hell, but it cost me six hundred Got on plain jane now, but I can come out wrist bustin' (Okay, Jones) Bougie nigga, if I speak to your ho, the bitch lucky You can keep that bitch, I don't want your ho, that bitch ugly