Rich Party

(D-Diego)
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

It's a rich nigga party, bae
Yeah, sippin' Ace of Spade, ain't no chardonnay
Yeah, and my fit hard as fuck, yeah
Whip fast, hit the gas, get far as fuck, yeah
Yeah, that ass fat, but, lil' mama, how you fuck?
Yeah, talkin' all that shit, but lil' mama, can you suck?
Ayy, he keep scorin', baby, I get all the buckets
Yeah, Balenciaga shorts, Balenciaga on my bucket
Yeah, a hundred on these chains, we keep things out in public (yeah)

Ayy, Missy Elliot if he touch it (yeah, ayy)
He ain't been to Elliot, he be bluffin'
Yeah, he don't want smoke, don't turn nothin' into somethin'
Yeah, George said grab the Rolls truck, but I ain't rushin' (yeah)
Book street nigga, yeah, they'll vouch for that
They ain't never seen you in the trenches, where your house was at?
Ayy, niggas in they feelings over bitches, I'm to blame
Yeah, coachin' all these niggas, finna put 'em in the game
Yeah, why these niggas think we ain't gon' put 'em in a chain?
Yeah, I made "Look At Me" and that made niggas look for me
Yeah, two nights back-to-back, a hundred racks is how they bookin' me
All it took for me to be here
Yeah, all three-sixty-five and every leap year
Yeah, bitches callin' up hotels, did he sleep here?
All the DMs and fan mail, she wanna meet here (yeah, ayy, yeah)

It's a rich nigga party, bae
Yeah, sippin' Ace of Spade, ain't no chardonnay
Yeah, and my fit hard as fuck, yeah
Whip fast, hit the gas, get far as fuck, yeah
Yeah, that ass fat, but, lil' mama, how you fuck?
Yeah, talkin' all that shit, but lil' mama, can you suck?
Ayy, he keep scorin', baby, I get all the buckets
Yeah, Balenciaga shorts, Balenciaga on my bucket
Yeah, a hundred on these chains, we keep things out in public

I'ma talk my shit 'cause I'm the shit, I finally noticed it (yeah)
Tryna manifest fuckin' Draya, I'm just focusin' (ayy)
Yeah, these niggas don't keep it player, we don't notice 'em
These niggas ain't got no paper, we been noticin'
Yeah, coach again, I done had the bag, fucked it up, and I went broke again
Yeah, got a hundred bags of designer, let it go again
Yeah, I got in my bag and they mad 'cause I'm on again
Tell 'em how much you want for a show again
Yeah, yeah, to show up in it
Oh, that boy look so expensive
Yeah, seen in your ho, make that drip, drip
Playin' in her throat, she said I gotta hold on

It's a rich nigga party, bae (it's a rich nigga party, bae)
Yeah, sippin' Ace of Spade, ain't no chardonnay
Yeah, and my fit hard as fuck, yeah
Whip fast, hit the gas, get far as fuck, yeah
Yeah, that ass fat, but, lil' mama, how you fuck?
Yeah, talkin' all that shit, but lil' mama, can you suck?
Ayy, he keep scorin', baby, I get all the buckets
Yeah, Balenciaga shorts, Balenciaga on my bucket
Yeah, a hundred on these chains, we keep things out in public