NoCap, DaBaby - Rich Criminals lyrics

Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

[NoCap, DaBaby - Rich Criminals lyrics]

Al Geno on the track

When I'm on the scene
I don't show no sympathy
I got codeine energy, ayy
Since I was a teen
All I wanted was the green
All I wanted was the Christmas
Trees and designer clothes
I'm not worried 'bout the cost
Because I can't go broke
I touched a milli', still'll shoot you
Rich criminals quit my job and I found out
How to work a stick
Won't hide from shit, this bitch
Ain't got no tints, yeah

Ain't talking Lohan, these designer lenses
Started balling
Bought a 223 like Michael Jordan
I was thirteen, bought a rocket
Felt like James Harden
Who the fuck let you niggas
In? This a gangster party
Turn up the meter, woah
Fuck her then leave her (yeah)
Can't take the pain from me
This way deeper than needles (yeah)
Neighborhood doctor
Injecting the people who need us
I'm on the ecstasy
Don't wanna hear nothin' from my last bitch
Was dead broke
Now she fuck me just because my accent
Say I ain't shit but she keep beggin'
Me to get her ass did
I keep my metal, she just want her plastic

When I'm on the scene
I don't show no sympathy
I got codeine energy, ayy
Since I was a teen
All I wanted was the green
All I wanted was the Christmas
Trees and designer clothes
I'm not worried 'bout the cost
Because I can't go broke
I touched a milli', still'll shoot you
Rich criminals quit my job and I found out
How to work a stick
Won't hide from shit, this bitch
Ain't got no tints, yeah

No tint, it's see-through, huh? (yeah)
You pillowtalk, she tell your secrets now
(Lame) that boy keep that heat, he an oven
I own a few watches
I went and bought another
I can't show no sympathy, fuck (Fuck that)
Got it on, I'ma buy us a puddle, drip
Way too hard
If he walking 'round out in public
Bow my head, thank you God
I could've been locked up with nothing
(Let's go) like boom my presence a present
So I need a check to walk inside the room
Probably think I went pop
But I was on Jimmy Fallon with the tool
Sometimes my attitude nasty, hoes say
I treat 'em bad, a nigga rude
I'm tryna figure out if you for me
The way that I'm for you
I been had to hustle
I was the youngest nigga makin' plays
While I was still in school
Nigga ain't gave me shit (Uh, uh)
I made me, bitch, and that's why

When I'm on the scene
I don't show no sympathy
I got codeine energy, ayy
Since I was a teen
All I wanted was the green
All I wanted was the Christmas
Trees and designer clothes
I'm not worried 'bout the cost
Because I can't go broke
I touched a milli', still'll shoot you
Rich criminals quit my job and I found out
How to work a stick
Won't hide from shit, this bitch
Ain't got no tints, yeah

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