lirik lagu tay b – rich junkie
[intro: tay b]
(okay, jones)
huh
[chorus: tay b]
yeah, addicted to designer, i guess i’m a rich junkie
a n~gga tryna rob me, i come off the hip dumpin’
pandemic boys, i know you n~ggas miss money
thinkin’ ’bout my granny, other than that, i don’t miss nothin’
yeah, this shirt plain as h~ll, but it cost me six hundred
got on plain jane now, but i can come out wrist bustin’
bougie n~gga, if i speak to your ho, the b~tch lucky
you can keep that b~tch, i don’t want your ho, that b~tch ugly
[verse 1: tay b]
hmm, man, a lot of rappers broke, i’ll sign you
lil’ n~gga, i’m the sh~t, must i remind you?
if my brother say it’s on the floor, i’m right behind you
i’m the one that’s hoppin’ out with you, i can’t drive you
i am not the one to f~ck with, must i advise you?
baby, i can’t trust you, gotta hit you with a condom
it’s really hard for me to fall in love, that’s on my mama
tender n~ggas wanna k!ll me, it ain’t sh~t but some v~g~n~
your kit cheap, it ain’t worth the sh~t that’s in my closet
don’t wanna get rich, i don’t even wanna be around you
you can leave if you wanna leave, i won’t hound you
i ain’t makin’ love to no ho, i’m gon’ pound you
[chorus: tay b]
yeah, addicted to designer, i guess i’m a rich junkie
a n~gga tryna rob me, i come off the hip dumpin’
pandemic boys, i know you n~ggas miss money
thinkin’ ’bout my granny, other than that, i don’t miss nothin’
yeah, this shirt plain as h~ll, but it cost me six hundred
got on plain jane now, but i can come out wrist bustin’
bougie n~gga, if i speak to your ho, the b~tch lucky
you can keep that b~tch, i don’t want your ho, that b~tch ugly
[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
the sh~t i been doing’ll get a n~gga five to ten
get back on your ‘gram, tell ’em what i’m slidin’ in
i don’t hang with rappers, them n~ggas not my friends
couldn’t catch his ass out, so we popped his mans
i mean dropped his mans
i’m out here slidin’ with the sticks like a hockey fan (i’m a hockey fan)
i don’t know who told y’all n~ggas i’m not gon’ spin (huh?)
n~ggas dyin’, n~ggas still doin’ all that playin’
i got a fifty in amiri
two~fifty in the ceiling, iced up, i’m just chillin’
gettin’ money, n~gga, clearly
three condos, n~ggas can’t f~ck with me really
i can hit a n~gga b~tch or get a n~gga hit
please don’t brag about a hundred, man, that lil’ sh~t get spent
ten thousand ain’t sh~t, man, i’ll spend that on my b~tch
you can’t get another life, i can get another kit (huh?)
slidin’ in designer, tryna hit him in his sh~t (bah)
the streets talk to me ’cause i’m really in the mix, huh?
[chorus: tay b]
yeah, addicted to designer, i guess i’m a rich junkie
a n~gga tryna rob me, i come off the hip dumpin’
pandemic boys, i know you n~ggas miss money
thinkin’ ’bout my granny, other than that, i don’t miss nothin’
yeah, this shirt plain as h~ll, but it cost me six hundred
got on plain jane now, but i can come out wrist bustin’ (okay, jones)
bougie n~gga, if i speak to your ho, the b~tch lucky
you can keep that b~tch, i don’t want your ho, that b~tch ugly
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