Made It Rich The Kid (Ft. Jay Critch & Rick Ross)

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
La música de Harry Fraud
You know how the fuck we coming nigga
Broke ass nigga
Broke ass, bitch ass boy
Hoe ass nigga

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I might pull the Bentley out (skrrt)
I came up and I got rich, it ain't no handouts (rich)
I'm a block her, she a bird (brr)
Whole team Rich Forever, that's my word (huh)
Ask me how we made it, it was destiny (it was what?)
Same bougie bitches calling now they stalking me (bih')
All I know I gotta flex up (flex)
Drop a bag (bag, bag), ice my neck up (ice)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Ooh, put 'em on a stretcher (stretcher)
She too extra (extra), don't do lectures (no)
That's Alisha or Alexa? (or what?)
Rich Forever bitch we got them extras (lil' bitch, huh)
Bitch I've been balling, no reason (no reason)
Fuck her one time then she need me (she need me)
My diamonds as clear as the TV (whoa)
My water, my wrist is on Fiji
Money too tall like grown up (grown up)
Might pull out the Masi do donuts (skrrt)
She suck me, my pockets so swole up (whoa)
You getting too close, bitch hold up (hold up)