Im Rich - Red Cafe/French Montana/Jeremih/Ace Hood

Shake down

I got a tatted up b**ch

Pissing on her titties

Louis bag YSL

Baddest in the city

That girl a** juicy

She got me getting

Trippy

She get freaky for the boss

She know I ball silly

Look I'm rich I'm racked up I'm strapped up I'm rich

My car fast my b**ch bad I'm rich

I grind hard I play hard I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

I'm racked up I'm strapped up I'm rich

My car fast my b**ch bad I'm rich

I grind hard I play hard I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

And I'm faded

All the cars and wardrobe the latest

And the bottles coming non stop

Started from the bottom but a ni**a still made it

Shake down mother f**k these haters

Roll up find smoke of my papers

What it do though

I'm a fool though

Got the new hub lot car move blow

Back home from the district red light

Three chicks at a time one red light

Act crazy I got gunners

Got work and we doing numbers New York what

All my chicks swagged out

Out in Vegas I cashed out

Threw my forty five racks out

Then I poured up till I passed out

F**k y'all I'm rich I'm racked up I'm strapped up I'm rich

My car fast my b**ch bad I'm rich

I grind hard I play hard I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

Okay now all hail to the king ni**a

Clock forty's my pain killer

I ain't stunting on p**sy niggas

Go and ask your b**ch if she's seen realer

I'll give her back when I'm done with her

Suck it dry she's a babysitter

I'm at Anguilla eating conch fritters

And I'm smoking killer in a fly villa

I ain't new to this b**ch I'm to legit

If I'm driving dog then it's the latest sh*t

I ball hard on my bull sh*t

I'm like Micheal Jordan back in ninety six

I Stevie wonder I don't see the sh*t

Probably hit your girl but I plead the fifth

Got the sky dweller for the time teller

Got a rich taste like a wine cellar

*****ing ni**a crib inside the central park

Blowing money like I'm slanging d**e and balling mall

If that p**sy whack then I probably never call tomorrow

If that p**sy good then I'll probably buy the b**ch the mall

Heat game floor seats f**k that call the law

Alley opp fast break could have stole the ball

Blowing money fast like I'm Rafael Andrews

Kill that p**sy tell that ho go and call the Reff

F**k y'all niggas counting other niggas figures

Better know a niggas rich

I know your money too short

And I be on the west coast just throw your b**ch

I heard about you suckers

Y'all be chasing after money

I be running to the chase

Now I got so much new fan

I'm like b**ch get the f**k out my mother f**king face

Soon or later I'm a check a hundred

Assure you I'm the hottest of this R&B sh*t

And they know it

That b**ch like my money

And my w**d she blowing

In giuseppes sitting counting paper where Jamaicans be going

Take a trip too shorts make it rip double that

Make it flip bankroll

Bless me I don't even need a handkerchief

F**k y'all I'm rich I racked up I'm strapped up I'm rich

My car fast my b**ch bad I'm rich

I grind hard I play hard I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

I'm racked up I'm strapped up I'm rich

My car fast my b**ch bad I'm rich

I grind hard I play hard I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich

F**k y'all I'm rich