Morning Till the Nightfall Rittz (Ft. Krizz Kaliko, Tech N9ne & Wrekonize)

[Intro: Rittz]
Ya-uh-yeah
I feel so good
Yeah, let's go

[Verse 1: Rittz]
We ain't rockin' no shell toes
Fly Giuseppes, got brimstones on my Velcro
Strapped, lookin' like Michael Jackson walkin'
Don't be mad at me because you let yourself go
My gat too big to let my belt show
(But you got a gold belt on?) Hell no
But these chicks think I'm rich, they be screamin' Rittz when I'm on stage, like they at a Chippendales show
Got real dough, 18 karats on my deed, I see my future clear
Been all around the world here's a souvenir
I'm in Aruba with the coolest scuba gear (you mean scuba gear?)
Yeah homie, dive in, I be in the penthouse in Sydney
Chillin' on the balcony, grillin' out
No more Applebees, eatin' Wafflehouse, or Denny's (what you even havin' for dinner?)
No, I'm so 2017 (right)
Call me Young Johnny, call me Lil' Rittz
Even if I'm broke you could still feel rich
Hundred dollar bills, and the millions, brilliance
Gotta show Brazilians (Rittz keep it real, pimp)
Even when you feel pinned to the ground
Ceilings can be broke through, old school
Gold tooth, shinin' when I'm smiling you can get a little glimpse