Did That Rich Amiri

[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah
Bitch, I ride 'round like a lick, yeah (Bitch, I ride 'round like a lick)
My nigga ready to hit
You might get knocked down just like a pin
She want my number and she want my PIN (Ha)
Bitch, you ain't gettin' a thing (Bitch, you ain't gettin' a thing)
Told her I'm done with events (Huh)
Then I went did it again (Oh yeah, oh yeah, let's go)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it don't make sense how I'm rich
It don't make sense that these niggas want war 'bout a bitch, boy, you a bitch
I got a vibe in the telly and she wanna eat, she gonna feast
Pour up a deuce in the liter
She wan' fuck on me 'cause I'm rich
I can't feel though, I don't need her
Prada on my ass (What?), fuck Evisu
Oh, your partner said what? We gon' see 'em (Ha)
Takin' all these meds, why? 'Cause I need 'em (Let's go)
Yeah, .45 hit your leg, bitch
Left that ho on read, bitch
Partner finna crash out, I'm like, "Just chill, twin"
Think you finna run, I'm on your trail, twin (Ha)
Most of my niggas commit sins (For real, turn me up)