Ghetto Rich Boy Baby Smoove

[Intro]
Rocaine
I’ll call my lawyer, he’s the best lawyer in Miami
He’s such a good lawyer, and by tomorrow morning, you’re gonna be working in Alaska
So trust me

[Verse]
I like super fast cars, now my ‘cat like NASCAR
I drink wocky no part red, no Tris
They like “How he do it? he make millions with no hits”
I’ve been running off, no I’m high, I ain’t running from shit
She like “You the shit boy, I’ma get a rich boy”
I think I’m still a kid, I supercharged all my big toys
My favorite trapper got indicted early, he like B-Roy
He look kinda tough, but it’s a bluff, that boy a decoy
I got red keys, stack them red key, stack them red key
Ain’t no bluff in me, she know that I’m blue, don’t call when she bleed
I spent one-twenty on this Cuban, and this lil piece
One-twenty on this car I’m drivin’, got this shit on me
I like her, and her Amiri’s with that Cuban, she look just like me
Bought my bitch a Goyard, same colour we a double team
Mad as hell the chef was kinda late, we was tryna eat
I want me a hunnid lamb chops, and a hunnid wings
I like rich bitches, super thick bitches, get-to-switch bitches
I got more inches, she been tryna ride, but I was stick-shiftin’
Thousand plus on my Amiri’s, but I can’t lie I miss that thick-stitch
I been rich livin’, got like ten cars, might bring my whole kitchen
What you change the channel to? We put you on channels too
She got long legs, look just like a model, I might handle you
I got so much I’ll measure when I drink, that’s what them millions do
I done changed my mind like four times, I ain’t seen her crew
Ooh, look at her friend, ooh, I brought my mans
I’m so rich with no advance, three-hundred thousand on a lamb
Hunnid pints, I bet I still score
She what I took this pill for
A nigga love her too much, her, she got sumn’ you would kill for
She wanna touch my private parts on my cars, push to start
She won’t