Rich Shit Lil Gotit (Ft. Lil Keed & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rich nigga shit, we out the 'Roc, not the liquor
Rich nigga shit, I swap her out and then I pick her
Rich nigga shit, I'm in the 'Rari or the Lamb'
Rich nigga shit, I put a Rollie on my mans
Rich nigga shit, I put my brother in position
Rich nigga shit, I bailed my brother out of prison
Rich nigga shit, bitch, I make all the decisions, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
Come on, P (Player)
Two-tone Sky-Dweller, don't play with me (Two-tone)
Dracos, ARs, M16
When I'm in ridin' that coupe, Glock all on the seat (Twins)
Came up off noodles and Hamburger Helper (For real)
Took her on the move, she in love with a stepper
Baby girl hot, she donе Peter piped a pеpper (Pepper)
Tighten up, pimp hat tip with a feather
Money comin' in, get my ends from your sister (Come here)
Gucci cardigan got me sharper than a butcher (Yeah)
Don't mind my shooter, he ain't deaf, he a looker (Looker)
Gettin' out of line get you popped up in the kisser (Stick)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rich nigga shit, we out the 'Roc, not the liquor
Rich nigga shit, I swap her out and then I pick her
Rich nigga shit, I'm in the 'Rari or the Lamb' (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Rich nigga shit, I put a Rollie on my mans
Rich nigga shit, I put my brother in position (Oh)
Rich nigga shit, I bailed my brother out of prison (Yeah)
Rich nigga shit, bitch, I make all the decisions, yeah, yeah