How It Feels To Be Rich Gunna

[Chorus]
Yeah, at the bank, I deposit (Bank, I deposit)
Whippin' the Mazi' (Whippin' the Mazi')
My bitch is a goddess (My bitch is a goddess)
MJ, I’ma beat it (MJ, I’ma beat it)
Came from Harvard, we shoppin' (From Harvard, we shoppin')
A little conceited (A little conceited)
My socks are Versace (Socks are Versace)
Jean Givenchy (Jean Givenchy)
Givenchy my kicks (Givenchy, Givenchy)
I pour up a six (I pour up a six)
I know it’s a lick (I know it, I know it)
YSL, yeah, we lit (YSL, we litty)
Put Chanel on your kids (Put Chanel on your kids)
I got ice on my fist (Ice on my first)
How it feel to be rich? (How it feel to be rich?)

[Verse 1]
Saint Laurent, Saint Laurеnt, Saint Laurent (Yeah, yeah)
I spеnt a bag in Saint Laurent (Bag in Saint Laurent)
Add it up, add it up, add it up (Racks, racks)
I took a half of Adderall (Half of Aderall)
I’m payin' cash, I tear off the tag
Valet bring my bands out (Valet bring my bands out)
My bitch got an ass, kids full of class
And she got a wet mouth (She got a wet mouth)
Sippin' on Purple, ain’t no more commercial (Yeah, nah)
We takin' these jets now (Takin' these jets)
I had me a purpose, I knew it was worth it (Yeah)
I camed up from stayin' (Came up from stayin' down)
Fuck her whenever I’m in town (Uh-huh)
It’s four outta here, it cannot be found
Gunn-Gunna and he got his own style