Icewear Vezzo, Antt Beatz - Rich Off Pints lyrics

(Beat Gang)
I got rich off (Woo)
I got rich off, I got rich off
Uh
Shit
(Bitch, you know Antt did the beat)

I done sold Act', I done sold Tech
(What else?)
I done sold so much Wocky, I can come Patek
(God damn)
You never bought none of mine
These niggas be lyin'
(They fakin')
This shit four hundred a line, on Sundays
It's five
(That Act')
I got rich off pints, I got rich off pints
(Shit)
Yeah, I got rich off pints
I got rich off pints
(That Tech, look)
Started with a Sprite, I got rich off pints
(That Wocky, look)
Now look at all this ice
I got rich off pints
(Got a check)

Yeah, walk up in that bitch, toss up a dub
(Dub)
Pull up to your city
Turn that bitch up just like Ruggs
(Ha)
Made it out the trenches and
Still lookin' like the plug
(Yeah, yeah)
Twenty Dracs and twenty drums
We blow shit down like it's Runtz
Neck and wrist too freezy
Fuck around and take my ice off
(Ice)
Rollie bright as shit
Tell lil' Wood 'nem cut the lights off
(Cut off the lights off)
Ain't tryna do no song
Ain't tappin' in 'cause we
Don't like y'all
Brand new Forgis with the white walls
I hit Saks and tear the price off (Skrrt)
Catch them boys in traffic, oh, he lackin'
Where your stick at?
(Bah)
Used to jump on 75 right to the
10 and bring that shit back
(Dog shit)
Ain't doin' too much trappin', jumped
In this rap shit
Got a big bag
(Got a big bag)
Mix the Wocky with the Techy in
My Sprite, now this bitch mismatched
Nigga
(Skrrt)

I done sold Act', I done sold Tech
(What else?)
I done sold so much Wocky, I can come Patek
(God damn)
You never bought none of mine
These niggas be lyin'
(They fakin')
This shit four hundred a line, on Sundays
It's five
(That Act')
I got rich off pints, I got rich off pints
(Shit)
Yeah, I got rich off pints
I got rich off pints
(That Tech)
Started with a Sprite, I got rich off pints
(That Wocky)
Now look at all this ice
I got rich off pints
(Got a check)

Yeah, got it out the mud, now we legit (Uh)
Them pussy niggas hatin', I got rich
Them niggas sick
(Them niggas sick as fuck)
Huh, bust a bezel down
Bracelet and Cuban cost a nick'
(Ha)
Hit a pint up with that mix
Two hundred thousand in all Crips
(All blues)
Ain't movin' with no nigga 'round
This bitch ain't blowin' pipes
(Uh)
Tell 'em play my song
Throw that dog shit up all night
(Throw that dog shit up all night)
Huh, put them VV's in it
Now my Patek look like lights
It's ears freezin', it's all ice
I fell off and got rich twice
(For real)
Really stand on business
Did that time like it was nothin'
(On God)
Tellin' on your guys
How the fuck is niggas comin'?
(How the fuck is niggas comin'?)
When y'all was up at school
I had a yay house right off Runyon
(No cap)
And lean house on Philly jumpin'
Fifty thousand for this pumpkin

I done sold Act', I done sold Tech
(What else?)
I done sold so much Wocky, I can come Patek
(God damn)
You never bought none of mine
These niggas be lyin'
(They fakin')
This shit four hundred a line, on Sundays
It's five
(That Act')
I got rich off pints, I got rich off pints
(Shit)
Yeah, I got rich off pints
I got rich off pints
(That Tech)
Started with a Sprite, I got rich off pints
(That Wocky)
Now look at all this ice
I got rich off pints
(Got a check)

(Beat Gang)