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rich bitch - dess dior lyrics

[intro]

(h*lloo)
head boss speaking be quiet
ain’t f*cked on the n*gga he lien
ain’t tryna hustle don’t come outside
if i said it, i want it, its mine
late nights don’t sleep, i’m grinding
on top no falling behind
god with me, he giving the signs
cut ‘em off now he loosing his mind (aye)

[verse 1]
hate on my pics, know i don’t give a f*ck
i got them racks, i’m holding em up (bag)
fivе* fifty racks, got it sitting on my face (ouu)
body look good, make him grab on my waist (woo)
i want the n*gga, i ain’t gotta chasе
i’m in the game, and i come in first place
stay in your lane, get the f*ck out my way (f*ck out my way)
want me to pose, know you gotta pay (ayee)
and i’m vibing in this b*tch (we vibing in this b*tch)
call up my old n*gga, cause i heard he hit a l!ck (uhh)
take me to the mall, all i gotta do is pick
put respect up on my name, yeah hoe cause i’m that b*tch (h*llo)
[chorus]
rich b*tch sh*t, (rich b*tch) i hit chase and break the bank tho (aye)
carti on my wrist, (yeah) hit wafi drop the bankroll (yeah,yeah)
ap coming next , i make sure that b*tch is two toned (h*llo)
hold my wrist up, i got ‘em sick , send em to blue cross (ughh)

[verse 2]

(aye, look)
i can show these b*tches how to go and get some money (okay)
hustle seven days a week, (unhuh) i need the racks, not a hunnid (h*llo)
spend a band on my kicks, (kicks) ap bust down on my wrist (ice)
you see me walk up in this (shhhh)
i’m the flyest in this sh*t (aye) (i’m the flyest)
i just dropped a tape, they tune in like its t.v. ( like it’s t.v.)
had to post a pic, for the hoes that wanna be me (that wanna be me)
walking on this sh*t, i ride the beat so freely (ayee)
put the racks to my face, yeah hoe you gotta see me (see me)
walking in my closet, like a store i got options ( i got options)
anything i put on , know it’s drip , you can’t top this ( you can’t top this)
and if i got it on, it’s exclusive, you can’t cop this (cop this)
and the way i make a n*gga spend his check can’t be no side b*tch (h*llo)

[chorus]
rich b*tch sh*t, (rich b*tch) i hit chase and break the bank tho (aye)
carti on my wrist, (yeah) hit wafi drop the bankroll (yeah,yeah)
ap coming next , i make sure that b*tch is two toned (h*llo)
hold my wrist up, i got ‘em sick , send em to blue cross (ughh)
rich b*tch sh*t, (rich b*tch) i hit chase and break the bank tho (aye)
carti on my wrist, (yeah) hit wafi drop the bankroll (yeah,yeah)
ap coming next , i make sure that b*tch is two toned (h*llo)
hold my wrist up, i got ‘em sick , send em to blue cross (ughh)

- dess dior lyrics

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