This Rich. (feat. Gin)

Finessing in the flyest threads I been blessed still got fam out here dodging feds from the opalens Came from hopping fences, to pulling up in lavish mansions Someone on the islands, no Hampton better level up Clico by the cases Whiskey w/ no chasers Praises to the maker Man we made it out the gutter S/o to my Zo’s that done made it in the come up Fucking up them commas so they grammars never perfect Nigga ice cold, ice cold that’s how the flow go Kitara w/ the flow so you know I gotta whip it Club Cs, double knees, we in some ill shit Breaking bread, w/ the team we be the realest See if I ruled the world and everything in it My bitches would be bad, my windows would be tinted We keep deuces on our ride and some real hitters with us Anybody talking shit bets believe they can get it Was sup Now did you ever think that you would be this lit? No Now did you ever think that you would smash this bitch? Yeah Now did you ever think that you would be the one? Yeah W/ the Uber to the city for the funds? Yeah Now did you ever think that you would feel this shade? Ugh Remember times when yo ass was real afraid? Son Now did you ever think that you would have it made? Yeah Living out your dreams during the day? What more can I say? The hit factory legitimate just living lavishly Collab w/ Gin another masterpiece so it has to be Shining grill cop the the master piece Rhyming bills drop like master P Rhyming ill w/o rhyming rapidly Actually? I might be on some smooth shit My produce is for u to move to it Make beats like Q-tip Roll the bark up and ride the conduit Blasting my music We just take the respect Not asking you to choose it Oh you refuse it? Then u know u in trouble I run up on you take ya shorty W/ the rear it’s a bubble I know she struggle to get in them RRL denim If I can move her mind maybe I can move her muscle Attack her from behind w/ the black spitting venom Detach the belt buckle Paralyze the calf muscle She said she do music but we not no rap couple We motivated minds so we can’t stop the hustle She tugging on my supreme tee I got that from John C Rambo as I dismantle Asking what’s the aroma incense or a candle No it’s Santal from the le labo Then I went commando inside ya hoe As I make bank roll, I rather dunk cause I shoot close Like Shaq and Kobe go to the rack approach slowly 11 rings in New York like Phil jack homie Say what? Now did you ever think that you would be this lit? No Now did you ever think that you would smash this bitch? Yeah Now did you ever think that you would be the one? Yeah W/ the Uber to the city for the funds? Yeah Now did you ever think that you would feel this shade? Ugh Remember times when yo ass was real afraid? Son Now did you ever think that you would have it made? Yeah Living out your dreams during the day? What more can I say?