SOB X RBE – Rich (Lyrics 2019)

Lyrics “Rich” / SOB X RBE

B**ch, when you speakin’ on my gang, put some respect on it
Now she lyin’ to the boy, I don’t stress on it
B**ch, I don’t need an army with me, to the neck totin’
Whole d**k down her throat, leave her neck swollen

P-Lo brought the bass bouncin’, throw it back, b**ch
Hold up, turn the beat up, this s**t slap, b**ch
I don’t shop at Nordstrom Rack, this from Saks Fifth
Oh, you’ll kill me over that ho Bro, you that pissed

And n**ga, I done spent ’bout thirty on guns
That we don’t flex in videos, we tryna murder your son
Opps had always look at me and they just worried because
So much pain that I had felt, that s**t turned me a dub

Get out my ear with all that s**t that I don’t wanna hear
If that n**ga ain’t bust for me, I don’t wanna be here
N**ga when the head fire, you ain’t gon’ wanna steer
And I just brought three new guns, meet the Musketeers

Ayy, I got shooters who gon’ catch a whole case in this b**ch
Four chains on, cost a Wraith in this b**ch
No aim, n**ga, ain’t nobody safe in this b**ch
I just pulled up in a foreign, we could race in this b**ch
Uh, yeah, them n**gas on that s**t again
Hit the b**ch and I hit her friend
And I just spent twenty bands on the drip, baby
Ain’t gotta worry ’bout no n**ga when you rich, baby

Pull up on your block with that show stopper
Chopper make a n**ga bounce like a low rider
N**gas say they got a bag, ain’t got one dollar
How you n**gas say y’all funkin’, ain’t got one problem

Hit that p**sy out the park, I’ma Barry Bonds it
Threw some diamonds on my b**ch, now my b**ch tryin’ it
Catch an M, throw the Glock, then we switch things
Run a n**ga off the road, we don’t switch lanes

Ayy, b**ch, let me see that big thing
Ayy, b**ch, back back ’cause your s**t stink
Same n**gas to the death, I don’t switch lanes
In a b**ch face yellin’, b**ch, like Rick James

I ain’t really worried ’bout the half, b**ch, pay me
I ain’t givin’ no sucker a pass, I ain’t savin’
Thought she was gettin’ more than d**k, the b**ch cravin’
Thought that I really fell in love, b**ch brazy

Ayy, I got shooters who gon’ catch a whole case in this b**ch
Four chains on, cost a Wraith in this b**ch
No aim, n**ga, ain’t nobody safe in this b**ch
I just pulled up in a foreign, we could race in this b**ch
Uh, yeah, them n**gas on that s**t again
Hit the b**ch and I hit her friend
And I just spent twenty bands on the drip, baby
Ain’t gotta worry ’bout no n**ga when you rich, baby…

➤ Written by Slimmy B, DaBoii & Yhung T.O.
Produced by P-Lo
SOB X RBE | 2019

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