Prada (Remix) Rich The Kid (Ft. Polo G)

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
(Space)
Okay, okay
Yeah, we still Rich Forever
Yeah
(The ADHD)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I been wakin' up to racks, bitch (Bitch)
Quarter milli', need a rack lift
My lil' nigga let the MAC rip (Chop, chop, chop)
Left a baby on her bottom lip (Lip)
Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped
Most of these niggas ain't real, can't trip
Pardon me, bought a Prada fit
Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Walk through in Egypt with three hundred (Three hundred)
Pull out her bed then I sleep on it (I sleep on it)
Pull out my dick and she eat on it (Eat on it)
She a lil' freak and she suckin', no teeth on it
I was dead broke, had to sleep on the couch
Pull out the Lamb' with the keys to the house
On the way to your bitch, had to reroute (Reroute)
And the money keep comin' like fuck a drought (Fuck it)
Baguettes, baguettes
Bitch see my neck and my wrist and she ready
Pop up on her late night like Freddy
I'ma cut the bitch off, machete
My lil' nigga let the MAC rip
Seen a opp, had the whole clip
Think he flexin', but this old drip
I'm tryna buy a brick with poker chips
Blow a bag at Saks, can't go to Barneys (Yeah)
I got too many racks on me (Woo)
I done said that my coupe is retarded (Retarded)
Like damn, I can't even start it, valet can't park it (Damn)
Gettin' more bags than a market (Bags)
Put it on his head, a target
Nigga wan' run with the opps that he thought was the opps
We gon' mop him and chalk him