paroles de chanson Rich AF - GaTa , Mutt!

Feelin rich as fuck
Finally got my bread up
But inflation got me stuck
So my bread ain't worth a crumb

Feelin rich as fuck
Bitch I got my paper up
But inflation really sucks
So this green ain't worth as much
Uh

Feelin rich as fuck
When I pull up to the pump
My Lincoln lookin clean
I just rinsed it with the suds
All these bitches lookin up
I be makin 'em blush
Lookin at us
Not cuz the whip
Filled the whole tank up

Eatin by myself
Meal taste great
Look Like a lonely dude
Out eatin a steak
They raised the price of food
Can't afford to go on dates
This can't be true
This shit must be a mistake
Don't be rude
I'm proud to be a Jew
Don't know if I can say that though
So please don't sue
I'd be ruined
I would definitely lose
Doubt I can afford a lawyer
Too expensive I assume
Ooh
Lookin clean in my new designer clothes
Exciting all the hoes
Copped it at Marshall's though
I got an arsenal bro
On my Marksman flow
Can't shoot targets though
The price of ammo just rose
It's honestly gross
It's the opposite of dope
I should cop a new phone
This one gettin kinda old
But it still ain't broke
So bitch I still ain't broke
My wrist and neck are froze
Prolly still aint gold
My chain still cold
These prices just a joke
The rice is on the stove
It's Something I can afford
I buy the shit in bulk
Cheaper prices at the store
Prolly last a whole year
I ain't comin back for more
Oh

Feelin rich as fuck
Finally got my bread up
But inflation got me stuck
So my bread ain't worth a crumb

Feelin rich as fuck
Bitch I got my paper up
But inflation really sucks
So this green ain't worth as much
Uh

7 figures all hundreds
Man I can't believe it
90 pointers in the frames
You can't see me
I been on my grind
Yeah I knew it
Hundred bands on the play
I'ma go blue it
Blowin money like a candle
Balenciaga sandals
She don't wanna let go
I'm high off the petro
Yeah it's goin down tonight
Me and a badass bitch doin rounds tonight
Yeah

Check this I got a new outfit
Not a check up on my hoodie and my shoes don't fit
I mean I Got it from the thrift or I got it as a gift
Okay you got me this the hand me down shit
Watch fake but it's water like a lake
I think I meant flooded like I'm losing my estate
I'm still stunting on your momma like stunt double
Like young gravy Tom Cruise in a love bubble
Take you out to eat
You can have a feast
Let's go to Golden Corral but
You can pay at least
Got the Camry for a lease
Keep my wallet on a leash
Got a buy one get one free
And I'm tryna go and eat
Kapeesh
I eat beats
I cook em and reheat
Then repeat
It's good for 3 weeks
I keep 'em in deep freeze
I sprinkle the 3 cheese
It's not delivery
DiGiorno by the piece
I only get the cheese
Cause the toppings got the fees
Stop talking bout pizza please
Papa John