"TOLD RICHIE WE RICH (PERCOCET 5MG)" lyrics

I got MDMA, Adderall, Bromo, Dragonfly, Codeine, Oxy's
Like, Molly, I got some Ibuprofen, Asprin, I got Flintstone gummies if you want
Run that shit back
I just told Richie that we rich, nigga
Yee, yee, yee, yee
All these bitch niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (What it is, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

Top notch, bitches love the speed racer
Hot Topic, bitch I could not gage her
I never learned how not to be a player
Yacht Club, my hot tub filled with gators

Real Florida baby, I'ma wake the neighbors
I told that bitch get out my ride before I make her, yeah
I'm on Knob Hill Road, in a scraper
My freak gon' slob up on my knob until her face hurt
I told Richie we had accumulated millions
I got a bad yellow bitch, Lisa Simpson
Said "you a handsome devil," lucky that you Christian
Can't fuck with fashion, then she got sac-religious
I'm the Carter now, I'm way, way too official
Femto starter kit for clones and my children
And that bitch led you on, I'm shoppin' in my [?]
My ex don't fuck me no more, said my dick vengeful (Yeah)

Top notch, bitched love the speed racer
Hot Topic, bitch I could not gage her
I never learned how not to be a player
Yacht Club, my hot tub filled with gators

Run that shit back
Run that shit back (Ahh)
I think I might be happy (Rich Gang)