"OMG" lyrics
(Fucking rich, I'm a young rich bastard)
(Pull up with them choppas, we gon' make him run a lil' faster)
Walk inside the Gucci store, about to spend like thirty-seven
Bought this bitch a Chanel bag, and I got louie kicks
(Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God)
YSL, Birkin, Prada, Fendi type of gift
(Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God)
(Twenty)
Bitch I'm Mr. Perfect, it don't stink when I shit
She like how you do that walk? I say get high off a six
I might go and buy 40 pints, cause I really sip
I might go and buy some more cars, cause I'm really rich
They like Smoove how you do it? Boy, all you make is hits
Supercharger on my motor, this is not no V6
Oh my god, my bitch so cold, I just tell her give me kiss
Oh my god, my bitch so bad, I just make her give me kid
All my bitches princess, they be throwing pissy fits
Walk inside the Gucci store, 'bout to spend like 36
Bought this bitch a Chanel bag, and got me a Louie' kick
Every car I got is fast, I be driving off the shits
She like YSL, Birkin, Prada, Fendi type of gifts
My first chain gon' be VVS, nothing like your shit
When it's cold I wear Monclers, I be warm as shit
Oh my god, it's so expensive, but I still buy that shit
Fat wood with this dirty Fanta, it go hand and hand
Drop sixty in your car, we gon' get you and your man
Hit the gas on the hook, nigga, fuck you and your bag
Hit the gas on the hook, I don't put shit in my stash
I'm off a pint in this Hellcat, hoping I don't crash
Got a pint, and my baby Glock, hot in my bag
I woke up and bought Balenciagas, you can't buy Airmax
I don't wear no fucking Yeezys, they don't sell them in Saks
You the type to smoke some blue cookie out a Runtz bag
No cap, I'm a boss, I got more money then your dad
Make a nigga come up missing, they won't ever find his ashes
Get the fuck off my DMs, I ain't doing no songs with you faggots
I'm so fucking rich, I'm a young rich bastard (Oh my god)
Pull up with them choppas, we gon' see if he can-
I'm so fucking rich, I'm a young rich bastard
Pull up with them choppas, we gon' make him run a lil' faster
(Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God)
(Pull up with them choppas, we gon' make him run a lil' faster)
Walk inside the Gucci store, about to spend like thirty-seven
Bought this bitch a Chanel bag, and I got louie kicks
(Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God)
YSL, Birkin, Prada, Fendi type of gift
(Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God)
(Twenty)
Bitch I'm Mr. Perfect, it don't stink when I shit
She like how you do that walk? I say get high off a six
I might go and buy 40 pints, cause I really sip
I might go and buy some more cars, cause I'm really rich
They like Smoove how you do it? Boy, all you make is hits
Supercharger on my motor, this is not no V6
Oh my god, my bitch so cold, I just tell her give me kiss
Oh my god, my bitch so bad, I just make her give me kid
All my bitches princess, they be throwing pissy fits
Walk inside the Gucci store, 'bout to spend like 36
Bought this bitch a Chanel bag, and got me a Louie' kick
Every car I got is fast, I be driving off the shits
She like YSL, Birkin, Prada, Fendi type of gifts
My first chain gon' be VVS, nothing like your shit
When it's cold I wear Monclers, I be warm as shit
Oh my god, it's so expensive, but I still buy that shit
Fat wood with this dirty Fanta, it go hand and hand
Drop sixty in your car, we gon' get you and your man
Hit the gas on the hook, nigga, fuck you and your bag
Hit the gas on the hook, I don't put shit in my stash
I'm off a pint in this Hellcat, hoping I don't crash
Got a pint, and my baby Glock, hot in my bag
I woke up and bought Balenciagas, you can't buy Airmax
I don't wear no fucking Yeezys, they don't sell them in Saks
You the type to smoke some blue cookie out a Runtz bag
No cap, I'm a boss, I got more money then your dad
Make a nigga come up missing, they won't ever find his ashes
Get the fuck off my DMs, I ain't doing no songs with you faggots
I'm so fucking rich, I'm a young rich bastard (Oh my god)
Pull up with them choppas, we gon' see if he can-
I'm so fucking rich, I'm a young rich bastard
Pull up with them choppas, we gon' make him run a lil' faster
(Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God)
