I’m Rich Red Cafe

[ Intro ]
Shake down
I got a tatted up bitch
Pissing on her titties
Louis bag Y.S.L
Baddest in the city
That girl ass juicy
She got me getting trippy
She get freaky for the boss
She know I ball silly

[ Hook ]
Look I'm rich, I'm racked up, I'm strapped up, I'm rich
My car fast, My bitch bad, I'm rich
I grind hard, I play hard, I'm rich
Fuck y'all I'm rich
Fuck y'all I'm rich
I'm racked up, I'm strapped up, I'm rich
My car fast, My bitch bad, I'm rich
I grind hard, I play hard, I'm rich
Fuck y'all I'm rich
Fuck y'all I'm rich

[ Verse 1 ]
And i'm faded all the Hoes finna get X Rated
And the bottles coming non stop
Started from the bottom but a nigga still made it
Shake down mother fuck these haters
Roll up finna smoke of my papers
What it do though
I'm a fool though
Floor seats for the Knicks and the Lakers
Back home from the district red light
Three chicks at a time one red light
Act crazy I got gunners
Got work and we doing numbers New York what
All my chicks swagged out
Out in Vegas i cashed out
Threw my forty five racks out
Then i poured up till i passed out