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Yeah

I'm a rich ni**a

You thought I ain't still in these streets ni**a?

Might catch me out there now

Rich ni**a still trapping

Im rich I still bust it down

Rich ni**a run in your trap

Im a rich ni**a still lay the f**k ni**a down

Rich ni**a, rich ni**a, thats three crazy rich niggas

Rich ni**a, rich ni**a, thats three crazy rich niggas

Rich ni**a still robbin'

Rich ni**a still mobbin'

Rich bricks circumcise 'em

Rich ni**a making plays all on the island

Rich ni**a, rich ni**a, thats three crazy rich niggas

Rich ni**a, rich ni**a, thats three crazy rich niggas

Rich ni**a still hittin' licks with that dirty stick

Rich ni**a still hit the highway with bout 50 bricks

Put 50 thousand in the hood I ain't touching sh*t

Told that b**ch she better cook it good, she better break her wrists

Young ni**a got my first sack it was a Vick

Remember running in them houses sometimes I ain't come out with sh*t

Put that cocaina on your nose, Im guarenteed that your nose gonna itch

When I seen my first hundred dollar bill I ain't look back since

They say Quavo why you got that pot I heard you rich ni**a

Im in to deep in the trap game drowning in a m*******a river

50 bags in the trash can put it on my tab

Rich ni**a, im a rich ni**a still jugging slabs

B**ch ni**a told on your partner you a snitch ni**a

Trapping capping trying to make a million

Pulling in a Bentley hurt a ni**a feeling

I got babies in the kitchen not talking children

30 round extension have you smelling like chitlins

Dexter lab in the kitchen do forensics

Im the breadwinner niggas need me they depending

Six on my money, got drugs up in Franklin

Im havin' dabbin' should've been a damn mannequin

You can see my diamond comin like im the ambulance

Im ready for war migo gang like the taliban

I can't trust these b**ches had to learn my lesson

Shittin' on you niggas like a intestine

Pistol popping, im the king like im Elvis

Got the trap game in a chokehold, full nelson

Rich ni**a still trappin

Choppa clappin I was pappen

I didn't have it, so I snatched it

Robbing the hood, I ain't talking bout basket

It was tragic caught my ni**a pistol lackin so I pack it

In the winter time I still got my ratchet

Im ready for war pistol under my jacket