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stunna girl courtesy of a rich nigga
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Courtesy of a rich nigga
(Jose the great)
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My wrist, my bag
Ride around in a Lamb'
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My toes in the sand
He wanna buy a bitch land
I only fuck with rich bitches
Take trips to islands
Now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember how I was in a jam
Shit could still hit the fan
I only accept apologies in the form of cash
Multiple deposit fees added to my stash
I'm the reason why niggas postin' red flags
Reckless eyebawlin' nigga starin' at my ass (oh, oh, oh)
All my bitches ballin' all them niggas wanna smash
All them niggas callin' we them bitches they harass
Once I grip on it, nigga, he ain't finna last (ah)
Squeeze technique, had him cummin' fast (ah, ah, ah)
My face card valid, Ion give a bitch a pass
Last bitch had smoke turned into an ash (rrrah)
Called the nigga Wake, 'cause his dick hella trash
Two hundred on the dash, I'ma show you how to dash
Exotic cars switchin' lanes when I hit the gas (oh)
Peek into my closet, all you seen is some tags (oh)
On my big Meech shit, I'm blowin' money fast (oh)
I'm paid in full, but he still count me half
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My wrist, my bag
Ride around in a Lamb'
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My toes in the sand
He wanna buy a bitch land
I only fuck with rich bitches
Take trips to islands
Now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember how I was in a jam
Shit could still hit the fan
(Courtesy of a rich nigga)
(Courtesy of a rich nigga)
(Courtesy of a rich nigga)
(Courtesy of a rich nigga)
You would throw it at a nigga, I'm a self-made boss
As soon as he cut you off, broke bitch fallin' off
You a bum in designer, yo' purses is knock-offs
Don't let Instagram gas yo' head up, you bitches soft
I'm the biggest threat, ain't no way they finna stop me
You goin' viral 'cause your surgery is sloppy
I'm servin' looks effortlessly and cocky
Show my pics to yo' stylist and told him copy
Bitches think they doin' somethin' in that old ass Benz
Look how you came out the house, bitch, you need new friends
Your stack only look big 'cause it's twenties and tens
I ran it up so many times, I could do it again
How I'll pass bitches up, and I did three years in the pen'
Everybody got they hand out, but they ain't fuck with me then
That courtroom was empty, took them L's on the chin
My nigga rockin' for me, they don't want me to win
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My wrist, my bag
Ride around in a Lamb'
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My toes in the sand
He wanna buy a bitch land
I only fuck with rich bitches
Take trips to islands
Now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember how I was in a jam
Shit could still hit the fan
Bend me over the balcony, and slut me out (courtesy of a rich nigga)
Put your hands all over me and show me out (courtesy of a rich nigga)
I don't get mad, I get money
Let's go racks for racks, who got the most money
Let's go bag for bag, you wear knock-offs, honey (courtesy of a rich nigga)