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courtesy of a rich n**** - stunna girl lyrics

[pre*chorus]
courtesy of a rich n*gga

[chorus]
courtesy of a rich n*gga
my wrist, my bag
ride around in a lamb
courtesy of a rich n*gga
my toes in the sand, he want to buy a b*tch land
i only f*ck with rich b*tches
take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
i am not one of them
remember i was in a jam
sh*t could still hit the fan

[verse 1]
i only accept apologies in the form of cash
multiple deposit fees added to my stash
i’m the reason why n*ggas posting red flags
reckless eyeballin’, n*ggas starin’ at my ass
all my b*tches balling, all the n*ggas wanna smash
all the n*ggas calling, we them b*tches they harass
once i grip on it, n*gga he ain’t finna last
squeeze technique, had it coming fast
my face card valid, i don’t give a b*tch a pass
last b*tch had smoke turned into a ash
call the n*gga white ’cause his d*ck h*lla trash
200 on the dash, i’mma show you how to dash
designer cars switching lanes when i hit the gas
peek into my closet, all you seen is some tag
hold my big meat, sh*t i’m blowing money fast
i ain’t beggin’ for it, but he still want the cash
[chorus]
courtesy of a rich n*gga
my wrist, my bag
ride around in a lamb
courtesy of a rich n*gga
my toes in the sand, he want to buy a b*tch land
i only f*ck with rich b*tches
take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
i am not one of them
remember i was in a jam
sh*t could still hit the fan

[post*chorus]
courtesy of a rich n*gga
courtesy of a rich n*gga
courtesy of a rich n*gga
courtesy of a rich n*gga

[verse 2]
you were throwing out a n*gga
i’m a self made boss
soon as he catch you up, you broke b*tch falling off
you a bum in designer, your purses knock off
don’t let instagram gas your head up, you b*tches soft
i’m the biggest threat, ain’t no way they finna stop me
you going viral ’cause your surgery is sloppy
i’m serving looks effortlessly and c*cky
show my pics to your stylist and told them “copy”
b*tches think they doing something in that old ass benz
look how you came out the house, b*tch you need new friends
your stack only look big ’cause it’s 20s and 10s
i ran it up so many times, i could do it again
i pass b*tches up, and i did three years in a pin
everybody got they hand out, but they ain’t f*ck with me then
that court room was empty, they took the ms on the chin
my n*gga rockin’ for me, they don’t want me to win
[chorus]
courtesy of a rich n*gga
my wrist, my bag
ride around in a lamb
courtesy of a rich n*gga
my toes in the sand, he want to buy a b*tch land
i only f*ck with rich b*tches
take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
i am not one of them
remember i was in a jam
sh*t could still hit the fan

[post*chorus]
courtesy of a rich n*gga
put your hands all over me, and show me out (courtesy of a rich n*gga)
they just mad i get money
let’s go racks for racks, who got the most money?
let’s go, bag for bag, yours are knock offs honey

- stunna girl lyrics

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