Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
(Zaytoven)
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist (well damn)
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
Bitch, won′t you come a suck a rich nigga dick?
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
How much money can just one nigga get?
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
See, I'm not braggin′
But I got more money, get more money than yo' daddy, sadly
Pull up in that Aston, it's not Michael Jackson
Imagine, it′s the main attraction
And that nigga handsome, used to have a magnum
100lbs of mid, I tried to gram ′em
Way before a nigga dropped an album
I was pushin' pampers, stamp ′em, got 'em by the handle
And my name ringin′ in East Atlanta
Took 'em to Savanna, and to Alabama
And every country town close to Atlanta
I′m too hot to handle
Way I scramble, they thank I'm Randall
Cookin' every plate like Barry Sanders
Cookin′ with a hanger
Heat it wit a lighter, stove, or candle
Whatever must be done to get them grams up
I′ma run them grams up, I'ma cook them yams up
Zone 6, East Atlanta, stand up
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist (well damn)
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
Bitch, won′t you come a suck a rich nigga dick?
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
How much money can just one nigga get?
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
Swaggin', girl, I got more money then yo′ has-been
Husband, boyfriend or yo' baby daddy
28 but still, I can be yo′ sugar daddy
Your nigga used to have it, but now he doesn't have it
Pedicures and manicures was once your daily habits
Now he doesn't got it, so you callin′ off the marriage
Met that man in Dallas, so you thought he was a Maverick
Said you gonna break up with him as soon as he get his taxes (damn)
Baby girl, he got you lookin′ nasty
Used to be attractive, but right now, you're unattractive
Ay, somebody said that that girl had an ass then
Somebody tell me where all of her ass went
And her nigga in that county
Sittin′ in that county and his bond 400 dollars
And that ain't no fuckin′ money
He still sitting in that county
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist (well damn)
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
Bitch, won't you come a suck a rich nigga dick?
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
How much money can just one nigga get?
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
He awesome, but still I got more money than her brother
Don′t believe me, ask his baby mother
I know that he love her, you know that I fucked her
You know that she sucked me and I fucked her wit' a rubber
Fucked her undercover
Now, I fucked that bitch on top of covers
Then I left a 100 on the dresser
100 on the dresser
Yeah, I left a 100 on the dresser
Just to show that girl I was successful
And the Lord done blessed her, I am not regretful
Nicknamed her Punchanella Blue, and what I tell her
Now her brother jealous
Tell brother sell a million records
'Cause it′s chess to him, to me, it′s checkers (Gucci)
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist (well damn)
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
Bitch, won't you come a suck a rich nigga dick?
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
How much money can just one nigga get?
Rich nigga shit, bitch, rich nigga shit
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Xavier Dotson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
