Lyrics Justin Rarri – RICCHEZZA

Told a bitch whatchu on
I’mma shoot at that fuck nigga dome
I’mma buy her lil Christian dior
Who want static pull up at ya door

Stuck in my ways bitch I’m only worried bout a bankroll
I don’t got patience she could leave me right now don’t care nah
I was out here doley so I be used to this shit
She say I’m rude as a bitch
Mixing up the rerock but I keep it right out of the crib
Ain’t trustin nobody around us
Put packs together I’m countin rich nigga rockin on richezza
Got a luxury life ever since I got right everybody jack me like they helped us
Got them stripper bitches in a telly
Pull up in suburbans we strapped and we ready
Tell a nigga straight up that I don’t wanna fit in ain’t ever gon be a lil regular

Watch how they shake with that K
Bitch I’mma youngin right out of New York
I got a baddie lil bitch from the A
I’mma take her right with me cash out at the store
Bitch I’mma savage that be the reason she falling for me cause a nigga be real
Really a stepper don’t gotta show you no ratchet my nigga just handle the deal
Bro shooting at the opps
How you still in the field, how you made up a mill?
Who dat boy on the block
What you kno bout a drill with a big ol steel
Thirteen with a Glock
Bitch ass walk up come try me
I put the grip on his face to remind em

Told a bitch whatchu on
I’mma shoot at that fuck nigga dome
I’mma buy her lil Christian dior
Who want static pull up at ya door
Wanna be in the gang he a new drummer check him out he be toting that pole
Got the drop on a opp he postin his shorty but lowkey I’m fucking his hoe
Don’t compare lil bitch aint the same nigga
40K I could make a in a day nigga
He a youngin but still hold ak nigga
Pull up on me and see how the trey hittin
I got too much to lose for a broke bitch
Ain’t no cap in my rap I’mma goat bitch
Get em spinning right off of the coke
I got too many hoes for a old bitch yea

Put packs together I’m countin rich nigga rockin on richezza
Got a luxury life ever since I got right everybody jack me like they helped us
Got them stripper bitches in a telly
Pull up in suburbans we strapped and we ready
Tell a nigga straight up that I don’t wanna fit in
Ain’t ever gon be a lil regular

Watch how they shake with that K
Bitch I’mma youngin right out of New York
I got a baddie lil bitch from the A
I’mma take her right with me cash out at the store
Bitch I’mma savage that be the reason she falling for me cause a nigga be real
Really a stepper
Don’t gotta show you no ratchet my nigga just handle the deal
Bro shooting at the opps
How you still in the field, how you made up a mill?
Who dat boy on the block
What you kno bout a drill with a big ol steel
Thirteen with a Glock
Bitch ass walk up come try me
I put the grip on his face to remind em
He moving funny bro bust a ya noggin
I had to cut off lil shorty she toxic