"Rich Man" lyrics
Jackboy & TEC Lyrics
(SephGotTheWaves)
[Jackboy:]
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Okay)
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Let's go)
Rich man, I could pay my twin to come and off him
Keep playin', I bet you gon' end up in that car front
Dead man, can't speak on the lessons that I told him
Twenty racks put right on your head, I guess I bought him
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Okay, yeah)
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Let's go)
Laurence said if it's all cash, he'll do it
He ready right now, he booted
Don't wanna drive, wanna shoot it
Hang out the window, go stupid
Still riding 'round with a felon
I'm a demon, I'll send you to heaven
I'm a demon, I'll run down and bless him
On God, we the ones who be steppin'
On God, them niggas be tellin'
On God I'm clutching my weapon
On God, this bitch know I want her friend, then she gotta share me
She love me, she can't shake me
They hate that they can't break me
Drowning in the money, save me
Got her on her knees, girl, praise me
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Okay, yeah)
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Let's go)
Rich man, I could pay my twin to come and off him
Keep playin', I bet you gon' end up in that car front
Dead man, can't speak on the lessons that I told him
Twenty racks put right on your head, I guess I bought him
[TEC:]
Put that lil' bitch on that up and she lied (Lied)
Slutty, she fuckin' with daddy (Daddy)
I don't sell Glocks, them shell shocks (Yeah, yeah)
Still ridin' 'round with that mattock (Mattock)
And I'm still ridin' 'round in that red with modified guns and all of them TEC's (Grrah)
All these hundreds and fifties, you ain't in my bread
Put a ball on his head, all Andrew Jacksons (Vroom, gone)
Stick on my lap, I can't lack, bulletproof the Caddy
Bitch, ayy, my dick on four hour drive from Houston to Dallas (Dallas)
Got on Fendi kicks, Balenciaga, this is not new Bally's (Uh-uh)
My neck full of carats, lot of blues cheese like the shit they drip on salads
[Jackboy:]
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Okay, yeah)
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Let's go)
Rich man, I could pay my twin to come and off him
Keep playin', I bet you gon' end up in that car front
Dead man, can't speak on the lessons that I told him
Twenty racks put right on your head, I guess I bought him
[Jackboy:]
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Okay)
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Let's go)
Rich man, I could pay my twin to come and off him
Keep playin', I bet you gon' end up in that car front
Dead man, can't speak on the lessons that I told him
Twenty racks put right on your head, I guess I bought him
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Okay, yeah)
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Let's go)
Laurence said if it's all cash, he'll do it
He ready right now, he booted
Don't wanna drive, wanna shoot it
Hang out the window, go stupid
Still riding 'round with a felon
I'm a demon, I'll send you to heaven
I'm a demon, I'll run down and bless him
On God, we the ones who be steppin'
On God, them niggas be tellin'
On God I'm clutching my weapon
On God, this bitch know I want her friend, then she gotta share me
She love me, she can't shake me
They hate that they can't break me
Drowning in the money, save me
Got her on her knees, girl, praise me
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Okay, yeah)
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Let's go)
Rich man, I could pay my twin to come and off him
Keep playin', I bet you gon' end up in that car front
Dead man, can't speak on the lessons that I told him
Twenty racks put right on your head, I guess I bought him
[TEC:]
Put that lil' bitch on that up and she lied (Lied)
Slutty, she fuckin' with daddy (Daddy)
I don't sell Glocks, them shell shocks (Yeah, yeah)
Still ridin' 'round with that mattock (Mattock)
And I'm still ridin' 'round in that red with modified guns and all of them TEC's (Grrah)
All these hundreds and fifties, you ain't in my bread
Put a ball on his head, all Andrew Jacksons (Vroom, gone)
Stick on my lap, I can't lack, bulletproof the Caddy
Bitch, ayy, my dick on four hour drive from Houston to Dallas (Dallas)
Got on Fendi kicks, Balenciaga, this is not new Bally's (Uh-uh)
My neck full of carats, lot of blues cheese like the shit they drip on salads
[Jackboy:]
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Okay, yeah)
I'm making these lil' bitches sweat (Sweat) the bigger and bigger I get (I get)
I'm still riding 'round with a TEC (A TEC), I still'll come kill for respect (Let's go)
Rich man, I could pay my twin to come and off him
Keep playin', I bet you gon' end up in that car front
Dead man, can't speak on the lessons that I told him
Twenty racks put right on your head, I guess I bought him
