Rich Party Kalan.FrFr

[Intro]
(D-Diego)
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

[Chorus]
It's a rich nigga party, bae
Yeah, sippin' Ace of Spade, ain't no chardonnay
Yeah, and my fit hard as fuck, yeah
Whip fast, hit the gas, get far as fuck, yeah
Yeah, that ass fat, but, lil' mama, how you fuck?
Yeah, talkin' all that shit, but, lil' mama, can you suck?
Ayy, Heat keep scorin', baby, I get all the buckets
Yeah, Balenciaga shorts, Balenciaga on my bucket
Yeah, a hundred on these chains, we keep things out in public (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, Missy Elliot if he touch it (Yeah, ayy)
He ain't been to Elliot, he be bluffin'
Yeah, he don't want smoke, don't turn nothin' into somethin'
Yeah, George said grab the Rolls truck, but I ain't rushin' (Yeah)
Book street nigga, yeah, they'll vouch for that
Thеy ain't never seen you in the trеnches, where your house was at?
Ayy, niggas in they feelings over bitches, I'm to blame
Yeah, coachin' all these niggas, finna put 'em in the game
Yeah, why these niggas think we ain't gon' put 'em in a chain?
Yeah, I might look at me and I make niggas look for me
Yeah, two nights back-to-back, a hundred racks is how they bookin' me
All it took for me to be here, yeah
All three-sixty-five and every leap year, yeah
Bitches callin' up hotels, did he sleep here?
All the DMs and fan mail, she wanna meet here (Yeah, ayy, yeah)