Go Up Rich The Kid (Ft. Roddy Ricch)

[Intro]
Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Rich The Kid]
I told my dawg put these keys inside of the mattress
Bitch, I'ma ball like I'm AI, I ain't never gotta practice
I want a whole lot of Jacksons
That nigga pussy, he an actress
I'm Rich Forever, everlasting
My shit together, I been havin' it
And my diamonds dance like I'm Michael Jackson
I got them racks in, my pockets gon' go up, go up
My diamonds all wet, don't throw up
Hoppin' on a jet, gon' go up
A nigga talk about Rich, gon' go up (Woo)
They been sayin' that the price gon' go up (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Talkin' 'bout a check, I show up (What?)
Pour the Hi-Tech, I show up (Lean)
Bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin' donuts (Skrrt)
Got the Audemar froze up
I got the Lam' doors goes up (Huh?)
She a freak, she fuck both us (What?)
For the Ghost, got a chauffeur (Chauffeur)
Why you cuffin'? You don't know her (Woo, woo)
Why you cappin'? You ain't rich, bitch (Rich, bitch)
In the mall, I ain't spend shit (Spend shit)
Cut her off 'cause she ain't meant shit (Huh?)
You been flexin', but it's rented (Woo, woo)
And you know my prices way up (Way up)
Slim bitch, she got D cups (D cups)
Lil' foreign wanna eat up (Eat up)
Lot of foreigns when you see us (Rich)