Skinny - R$CH (feat. Skeme, Ace Hood) lyrics

This one for the rich niggas
Get high on a bitch nigga
This one for the rich niggas, rich niggas
Get high on a bitch nigga

Paper cuts countin' money
$kinny pockets gettin' chubby
Why your crew lookin' crumby?
Your whole lifestyle bummy
I make music for the druggies
The potheads and the gully-gullys
I don't break bread with no dummies
If you wasn't with me we ain't buddies, no
100 bands, they upset
All my niggas they in the jet
We pull up in some' foriegn
Why you pull up in some' borin'?
Stars in my roof, two seater coupe
Hit the gas, had your bitch in two
I got cash in the bag and that two-two too
Cali ass in the past with the woop, woop
Woop
I get around nigga, holy father, holy ghost
Hold me close, if overdose on holy smoke
These lonely hoes be holy gross
Like moldy clothes they need to go
But I'm aight still
Fuck the cops, drop and hop a pile of steel
Pop some commas, drop some dollars
Pop Nirvana, split the Coupe DeVille
It's suicide for real nigga

Rich nigga hear one for the rich niggas
Get high on a bitch nigga
High on a bitch nigga
This one for the rich niggas, rich niggas
Get high on a bitch nigga

It's clear to see a nigga playin' chess
No checker moves
I hardly listen to these rappers
What they rappin' 'bout ain't never true
They waste 16 bars talking 'bout
Some shit they never do
Rich nigga introduce these hoes to
It like they never knew
Top floor suite in Vegas
Man I feel like it's a road night
The bitches runnin' with me
Lookin' like stars, cue the strobe lights
I'm the type of nigga might just
Pull up in a Masi
Type of nigga spend 100K and
Then forget about it
They clapping for a nigga like
They really want an encore
I made a million already
What he still making songs for?
I guess I just do it for the love my nigga
Middle fingers up
12 shots before a judge my nigga i'm a

Rich nigga hear one for the rich niggas
Get high on a bitch nigga
High on a bitch nigga
This one for the rich niggas, rich niggas
Get high on a bitch nigga

Young rich nigga got his abs on fleek
Make the hoes go crazy black motherfucker
Hundred grand in the duffel in
The back of the May-B
All that hating never fazed me
Counted out and being doubted is the
Type of shit that made me
Money, the power, the respect
Not a stereotypical reject
Youngin as dope as the Pyrex
I got a crib big enough to fit a protest
Cold text period, why the fuck the
Competition always curious?
Fuck they gassin' all these rappers
Are you serious? I played your new shit and
Then I started giggling rich nigga
Made a whole lot more than six figures
I can never make my mind up at the car dealer
Rocking Saint Laurent jeans
With some Margielas
Before 21, dog, I was a rich nigga
I keep the Glock on me
Only for you fuck niggas
I got my neighbors all thinking
I'm a dope dealer hood Nation
If you a nigga the realest, go getter

Rich nigga hear one for the rich niggas
Get high on a bitch nigga
High on a bitch nigga
This one for the rich niggas, rich niggas
Get high on a bitch nigga