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WHAT IT COST
Rich Amiri
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Don't know nothin' 'bout no old money
Got a whole lotta new money, though
Talk ya shit, bitch, chase shit, bitch, 2023, you feel me?
Killin' these nigga, got blood on my shank
Rollin up ganja, I'm smokin' on dank
Monkeys bananas, they goin' insane
Swervin' the Urus and scrapin' the paint
Christian ho pray to me just like a saint
Chop up the brain in the Bentley Mulsanne
Wake up, get money, a nigga routine
I want that money, give a fuck 'bout the fame
Walk in the BNB, ho on the floor
She on that molly or rollin' on dope
Prolly on Hemi like it's '44
Callin' up Jenny to give me the throat
Grippin' my shoulders and touchin' her toe
Cullinan curtains inside of the Rolls
Blowin' my burner, she doin' the most
New Richard Mille, what it cost? Huh
Say, Rich Amiri a boss, huh, Fendi my body, I floss, huh
Never would see me at Ross, I'm up in LA eatin' good In-N-Out, huh
388, it be loud, I'ma show what I'm 'bout, it was never a drought
I got these baby bottles full of Codeine and a couple strippers in the house, huh
Hey (hey), hop off a jet and I hop in a (huh) coupe (coupe)
I went through TSA, I had a Glock, hid that bitch right in my shoe
Rollie sittin' on my wrist, I got ice, nigga, I'm cool
Huh, propane right on my hip, I got fire, so do what you do (bitch)
Damn, dick in her mouth, leavin' her toothless (leavin' her)
I'm a real nigga, I'm handlin' bidness, I don't gotta prove shit, bitch (don't gotta prove, mane)
Sell out the show, nigga, I'm too lit
Sell out, then fuck on your ho, nigga, you too hit (hit)
Killin' these nigga, got blood on my shank
Rollin up ganja, I'm smokin' on dank
Monkeys bananas, they goin' insane
Swervin' the Urus and scrapin' the paint
Christian ho pray to me just like a saint
Chop up the brain in the Bentley Mulsanne
Wake up, get money, a nigga routine
I want that money, give a fuck 'bout the fame
Walk in the BNB, ho on the floor
She on that molly or rollin' on dope
Prolly on Hemi like it's '44
Callin' up Jenny to give me the throat
Grippin' my shoulders and touchin' her toe
Cullinan curtains inside of the Rolls
Blowin' my burner, she doin' the most
New Richard Mille, what it cost? Huh (huh)
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