TOLD RICHIE WE RICH (PERCOCET 5MG) - Robb Bank$

I got MDMA, Adderall, Bromo, Dragonfly, Codeine, Oxy’s

Like, Molly, I got some Ibuprofen, Asprin, I got Flintstone gummies if you want

Run that shit back

I just told Richie that we rich, nigga

Yee, yee, yee, yee

All these bitch niggas

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (What it is, nigga)

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

Top notch, bitches love the speed racer

Hot Topic, bitch I could not gage her

I never learned how not to be a player

Yacht Club, my hot tub filled with gators

Real Florida baby, I’ma wake the neighbors

I told that bitch get out my ride before I make her, yeah

I’m on Knob Hill Road, in a scraper

My freak gon' slob up on my knob until her face hurt

I told Richie we had accumulated millions

I got a bad yellow bitch, Lisa Simpson

Said «you a handsome devil,» lucky that you Christian

Can’t fuck with fashion, then she got sac-religious

I’m the Carter now, I’m way, way too official

Femto starter kit for clones and my children

And that bitch led you on, I’m shoppin' in my

My ex don’t fuck me no more, said my dick vengeful (Yeah)

Top notch, bitched love the speed racer

Hot Topic, bitch I could not gage her

I never learned how not to be a player

Yacht Club, my hot tub filled with gators

Run that shit back

Run that shit back (Ahh)

I think I might be happy (Rich Gang)