Rich Nigga Shit Young Thug (Ft. Juice WRLD)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Juicy
(Yo)
Navy
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
Rich nigga shit, calamaris
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari
Ayy, brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio, I'm not Greg Street
Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on my belly, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
I just spent your salary
Walked inside of the exhibit and bought the gallery (Uh, uh-huh)
I'm so wealthy, I done bought out all my cavities (Uh-huh)
Havin' sex with your old lady, I lost calories (Uh-huh)
Rich shit, I'm playin' Louis ping-pong with my bestie (Uh)
Made a TV show with some lesbians (Uh-huh)
Like the TV show, I done next-ed (Uh)
G-Star, pull your thorns out your carat (Uh-huh)
Bought my dog a new kennel, it's a palace (Grah, grah, grah)
I'm the fortune and the winners wanna best me (Skrt, skrt, skrt)
I rock minks when it ain't December 'cause my diamonds (Drip, drip, drip)
Women lie and men lie, but not this money (Bitch, bitch)
I'm a 'rilla, call Coachella, tell 'em comin' in Margiela
I don't like her, I can't sweat her, I just cum and keep it mellow
I got ninety pills on me like I'm Julius Peppers
Rolls-Royce truck umbrella
Go in for my brother