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r$ch - skinny lyrics

[hook]
this one for the rich n-gg-s
get high on a b-tch n-gg-
this one for the rich n-gg-s, rich n-gg-s
get high on a b-tch n-gg-

[verse 1: $kinny]
paper cuts countin’ money
$kinny pockets gettin’ chubby
why your crew lookin’ crumby?
your whole lifestyle b-mmy
i make music for the druggies
the potheads and the gully-gullys
i don’t break bread with no dummies
if you wasn’t with me we ain’t buddies, no
100 bands, they upset
all my n-gg-s they in the jet
we pull up in some’ foriegn
why you pull up in some’ borin’?
stars in my roof, two seater coupe
hit the gas, had your b-tch in two
i got cash in the bag and that two-two too
cali -ss in the past with the woop, woop, woop
i get around n-gg-, holy father, holy ghost
hold me close, if overdose on holy smoke
these lonely hoes be holy gross
like moldy clothes they need to go, but i’m aight still
f-ck the cops, drop and hop a pile of steel
pop some commas, drop some dollars
pop nirvana, split the coupe deville, it’s suicide for real n-gg-

[hook: sample + skeme]
rich n-gg-
hear one for the rich n-gg-s
get high on a b-tch n-gg-
high on a b-tch n-gg-
this one for the rich n-gg-s, rich n-gg-s
get high on a b-tch n-gg-

[verse 2: skeme]
it’s clear to see a n-gg- playin’ chess, no checker moves
i hardly listen to these rappers, what they rappin’ ’bout ain’t never true
they waste 16 bars talking ’bout some shit they never do
rich n-gg- introduce these hoes to it like they never knew
top floor suite in vegas, man i feel like it’s a road night
the b-tches runnin’ with me lookin’ like stars, cue the strobe lights
i’m the type of n-gg- might just pull up in a masi
type of n-gg- spend 100k and then forget about it
they clapping for a n-gg- like they really want an encore
i made a million already, what he still making songs for?
i guess i just do it for the love my n-gg-
middle fingers up, 12 shots before a judge my n-gg-
i’m a

[hook: sample + skeme]
rich n-gg-
hear one for the rich n-gg-s
get high on a b-tch n-gg-
high on a b-tch n-gg-
this one for the rich n-gg-s, rich n-gg-s
get high on a b-tch n-gg-

[verse 3: ace hood]
young rich n-gg- got his abs on fleek, make the hoes go crazy
black motherf-cker, hundred grand in the duffel in the back of the may-b
all that hating never fazed me
counted out and being doubted is the type of shit that made me
money, the power, the respect
not a stereotypical reject
youngin as dope as the pyrex
i got a crib big enough to fit a protest, cold text
period, why the f-ck the competition always curious?
f-ck they g-ssin’ all these rappers, are you serious?
i played your new shit and then i started giggling
rich n-gg-, made a whole lot more than six figures
i can never make my mind up at the car dealer
rocking saint laurent jeans with some margielas
before 21, dog, i was a rich n-gg-
i keep the glock on me only for you f-ck n-gg-s
i got my neighbors all thinking i’m a dope dealer
hood nation
if you a n-gg- the realest, [?] go getter

[hook: sample + skeme]
rich n-gg-
hear one for the rich n-gg-s
get high on a b-tch n-gg-
high on a b-tch n-gg-
this one for the rich n-gg-s, rich n-gg-s
get high on a b-tch n-gg-

- skinny lyrics

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