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sorry, i'm rich - cash kidd lyrics

[intro]
(i like that, anton)

[chorus]
sorry, i’m rich, i never get bored
face it, my b*tch 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 k!ller but wearin’ dior
i’m ballin’, i’m cheesin’ while checkin’ the score
she callin’, i sent the b*tch 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
f*cked your b*tch, cl!cked my heels ‘fore i ran off the porch
put some ice on my chain like my necklace sore
huh, you know me, fresh as h*ll, block bendin’
fat ass, loose leaf, couple opps in it
town said keep cuttin’ up, godd*mn it
iced out rose gold, n*gga, titanic
hardest n*gga on earth, but i did not plan it
finna start addressin’ n*ggas like dry salad
out of town, in the mall with twenty*five felons
in the louis store deeper than desean jackson
free them k!llers, 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 b*tches love it here, they pay me for the membership
i see why you can’t get no chicken, you got tender d*ck
she pulled up and blew me out, now i’m finna quit
b*tch gave me head longer than [?] chin
i’m cheatin’ on my side b*tch with all her pretty friends
if only mama knew what i pay for these silly pants
boy, your b*tch 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 b*tch 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
n*gga shoes bent up, chain smokin’ black
she know i be gettin’ off, i think all these n*ggas soft
all these n*ggas do is pocket watch, hate and pillow talk
only want the limelight, man, this b*tch a moth
these n*ggas mosquitoes, they bitin’ me and stealin’ sauce
you can’t capture me, n*gga, 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 n*ggas wanna see me off?
just for all my haters, i woke up and blew a fifty*ball
ayy, ask your b*tch, “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 b*tch 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 k!ller but wearin’ dior
i’m ballin’, i’m cheesin’, i’m checkin’ the score
she callin’, i sent the b*tch back to that dork, yeah
ironic, i crack her, she beg for some more

[outro]
(i like that, anton)

- cash kidd lyrics

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