[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby]
It's BandCamp and Grizzley, send a blitz, we feel offended
Huh?
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Huh, told Gary make my left wrist look like my right wrist
Quarterback the plays, make 'em touch down like Mike Vick
All-black 'fit make my jewelry hit like Tyson
Billion-dollar deals, I just really need one percent
Nigga, I be huntin' shit, let a nigga run his lips
Four bank accounts, one me, I'm so fuckin' rich
Spent a half a ticket on my kit, I ain't tuckin' shit
I can't leave the streets alone, I can't lie, I love this shit
Call my lawyer, I just blew the brains out the coupe
They ain't got no money, them boys way out the loop
My young boys'll slide down and put you on the news
I got me a box Monte, finna put this bitch on shoes
I be with the goons, we don't follow rules
Got like five trophies on my neck, how can I lose?
Bust Patek on, I think this bitch gon' leave a bruise
I just a had a meeting with my plug this morning on Zoom
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Boy, I'm really rich, not thousand-dollar rich
I got thousands on thousands, got all kinda shit
Huh, boy, I'm really rich, not one-house rich
I got houses on houses, got all kinda shit (Huh?)
Boy, I'm really rich, not just hood rich
I got mansions and Pateks, got all kinda shit (Huh?)
Boy, I'm really rich, I'm not just playin' rich
I'm not just sayin' shit, I got all kinda shit (Huh?)
It's BandCamp and Grizzley, send a blitz, we feel offended
Huh?
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Huh, told Gary make my left wrist look like my right wrist
Quarterback the plays, make 'em touch down like Mike Vick
All-black 'fit make my jewelry hit like Tyson
Billion-dollar deals, I just really need one percent
Nigga, I be huntin' shit, let a nigga run his lips
Four bank accounts, one me, I'm so fuckin' rich
Spent a half a ticket on my kit, I ain't tuckin' shit
I can't leave the streets alone, I can't lie, I love this shit
Call my lawyer, I just blew the brains out the coupe
They ain't got no money, them boys way out the loop
My young boys'll slide down and put you on the news
I got me a box Monte, finna put this bitch on shoes
I be with the goons, we don't follow rules
Got like five trophies on my neck, how can I lose?
Bust Patek on, I think this bitch gon' leave a bruise
I just a had a meeting with my plug this morning on Zoom
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Boy, I'm really rich, not thousand-dollar rich
I got thousands on thousands, got all kinda shit
Huh, boy, I'm really rich, not one-house rich
I got houses on houses, got all kinda shit (Huh?)
Boy, I'm really rich, not just hood rich
I got mansions and Pateks, got all kinda shit (Huh?)
Boy, I'm really rich, I'm not just playin' rich
I'm not just sayin' shit, I got all kinda shit (Huh?)
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