Songtexte I'm Rich Tho - OmggDioo

What, what, whoa
Lil' bitch call me bro, but I'm rich though
She gon' tell me I'm a dick, but she ain't shit, though
They been sleepin' on me, so I gotta tip-toe
Had a dream I was in Poland with my- yeah
When I pulled up to my show, I was like, damn
Bitches stickin' out they tongue for the camera
Free my bruddas who still jammed in the jammer
I got more swag than your nigga even in pajamas
I fucked her good, had her movin' like a grandma
I'm in my bag, big bag, feel like Santa
I'm gon' dye my hair red, yeah, like Tana
I don't need to pop no pills to get me lit
I don't need to show bands, to take your bitch
He recorded himself cryin' he a bitch
Yaa
Uh, Yahh
She just asked me what I'm doin', I said I'm coolin'
I'm not gon' pull up to the party, 'cause I'm coolin'
How'd you get up in his party? Who let you in?
I be scoring on the court, I be hoopin
See my bros up in the back, they be boofin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
With my friends and we coolin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
With my friends and we coolin
Lil' bitch call me bro, but I'm rich though
She gon' tell me I'm a dick, but she ain't shit though
They been slippin' on me, so I gotta tip-toe
Had a dream I was in Poland with my- yeah
When I pulled up to my show, I was like, damn
Bitches stickin' out they tongue for the camera
Free my bruddas who still jammed in the jammer
I got more swag than your nigga even in pajamas
I fucked her good, had her movin' like a grandma
I'm in my bag, big bag, feel like Santa
Feel like Santa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah
Damn, my God, oh hell, yeah, yeah