Veeze - Rich No Duh lyrics
Veeze [Karon Malcolm Vantrees] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Veeze - Rich No Duh lyrics]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Duh-uh
(Ayy, Nard)
Rich, no duh (No duh)
Bitch, I'm the plug (Bitch, I'm the plug)
Blick in the club (Blick in the club)
Switch on the gun (Switch on the gun)
Expensive-ass cup (Uh)
Bad bitch, no cuff
I can't be rubbed wrong without seein' blood
Hundred pair of jeans and they all a thousand-plus
I ain't got it on me, this ain't nothin' but a dub (Nah)
If I told you what I spent this month, it'd fuck you up
Poppin' Ace of Spaces, fuck, I think I'm Mr. Rugs (Huh?)
Way I run the plays, man, I should be screamin', "Hut" (Hut)
We ain't catching fades, put your ass next to the sun
Take your lemonade, made that bitch look like a plum (What the hell?)
Money different shade, rainbow, it's a punk
All my money blue, think it's sad, need a hug (Bee)
Even though she love me, show that bitch no love (Show that bitch no lovе)
I don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (I swear to God)
Thesе blood diamonds on my neck, R.I.P. Hutch (R.I.P. Hutch)
Only time I sip on dirty
Orange, white, pink like the hair on Lil Pump (Huh?)
Two girls, one me, feel I'm getting ambushed (Gettin' ambushed)
Call me King, nigga, I just be playin' dumb (Just be playin' dumb)
You ain't worth my dap, give your ass a fist bump (Nigga)
Bitch don't wanna leave, that's why I don't like havin' her come (Damn)
Earl Sweatshirt, bitch, I don't want no haircut (Want no haircut)
I'm rich, no duh (No duh)
Bitch, I'm the plug (Bitch, I'm the plug)
Blick in the club (Blick in it)
Switch on the gun
Flinch if you want
Rrr, now he done
I don't do cuff, pass the bitch to my brother (Yeah)
This oop came from James, boy, I'm Clinton Capella (Don't talk)
I made a new handshake for me and the bank teller (Yeah)
My play a hundred mil', let me know if you really with it (Let me know)
Right now, I can't talk, I'm on a jet eating chicken tenders (Nah)
I can't even get them boys to stop while they spin-a-binnin'
You know he probably fake if he say he a real nigga (Know he probably fake as hell)
You know my cup so dark, man, that bitch a lil' cotton picker (Nah, man)
Switchy on that bitch, spit like it's eatin' watermelon
Diamonds on a nigga, camera flashin', it blind a nigga
I ain't ever signed, got the money to sign a nigga (Swear to God)
Geeked right now, got Scotty with me
Bitch, you know I'm rich, no duh
Bitch, I'm the plug
Blick in the club
Switch on the gun
Expensive-ass cup
Bad bitch, no cuff
Duh-uh
(Ayy, Nard)
Rich, no duh (No duh)
Bitch, I'm the plug (Bitch, I'm the plug)
Blick in the club (Blick in the club)
Switch on the gun (Switch on the gun)
Expensive-ass cup (Uh)
Bad bitch, no cuff
I can't be rubbed wrong without seein' blood
Hundred pair of jeans and they all a thousand-plus
I ain't got it on me, this ain't nothin' but a dub (Nah)
If I told you what I spent this month, it'd fuck you up
Poppin' Ace of Spaces, fuck, I think I'm Mr. Rugs (Huh?)
Way I run the plays, man, I should be screamin', "Hut" (Hut)
We ain't catching fades, put your ass next to the sun
Take your lemonade, made that bitch look like a plum (What the hell?)
Money different shade, rainbow, it's a punk
All my money blue, think it's sad, need a hug (Bee)
Even though she love me, show that bitch no love (Show that bitch no lovе)
I don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (I swear to God)
Thesе blood diamonds on my neck, R.I.P. Hutch (R.I.P. Hutch)
Only time I sip on dirty
Orange, white, pink like the hair on Lil Pump (Huh?)
Two girls, one me, feel I'm getting ambushed (Gettin' ambushed)
Call me King, nigga, I just be playin' dumb (Just be playin' dumb)
You ain't worth my dap, give your ass a fist bump (Nigga)
Bitch don't wanna leave, that's why I don't like havin' her come (Damn)
Earl Sweatshirt, bitch, I don't want no haircut (Want no haircut)
I'm rich, no duh (No duh)
Bitch, I'm the plug (Bitch, I'm the plug)
Blick in the club (Blick in it)
Switch on the gun
Flinch if you want
Rrr, now he done
I don't do cuff, pass the bitch to my brother (Yeah)
This oop came from James, boy, I'm Clinton Capella (Don't talk)
I made a new handshake for me and the bank teller (Yeah)
My play a hundred mil', let me know if you really with it (Let me know)
Right now, I can't talk, I'm on a jet eating chicken tenders (Nah)
I can't even get them boys to stop while they spin-a-binnin'
You know he probably fake if he say he a real nigga (Know he probably fake as hell)
You know my cup so dark, man, that bitch a lil' cotton picker (Nah, man)
Switchy on that bitch, spit like it's eatin' watermelon
Diamonds on a nigga, camera flashin', it blind a nigga
I ain't ever signed, got the money to sign a nigga (Swear to God)
Geeked right now, got Scotty with me
Bitch, you know I'm rich, no duh
Bitch, I'm the plug
Blick in the club
Switch on the gun
Expensive-ass cup
Bad bitch, no cuff