Livin’ Like Diddy Rich The Kid (Ft. Jose Guapo)

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Trap?
I got rich nigga problem
I'M RICH!

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Wake up in the morning get paper
Money real long, got acres
Fuck it, we don't need no neighbors
Richer than a motherfuckin' mayor (I'M RICH!)
I'm livin' my life just like Diddy, I'm livin' like Diddy!
I'm livin' my life just like Diddy, I'm livin' like Diddy!

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Livin' like Diddy, the king of my city
I ride in a masi I switch to the Bentley
I ride in a Audi I switch to the 'Rarri
Call me Bugatti
Sippin' on lakers
You know but I hate her
My bitch from Jamaica
I'm countin' the twenty's the fifty's the hundreds
I'm stackin' the paper
Walk in my room with 3 bitches they naked
She poppin a Molly she's already faded
Katrina call FEMA my neck is flooded
Spacin' and patchin' these bitches are dirty
Cappin' and trappin' I wrap it in plastic
Reachin' it over, got racks in the attic
Livin' like Diddy, pull up in a Bentley
My bitch got siddity