"rich rapport" lyrics

Yeah
Yeah, oh-woah
Woah, woah, woah

I'm like Rich Rapport, yeah, can't do it like me (Ayy)
Rich, for sure, yeah, come here, your body on tea, yeah
Slide to the crib, put your body on me (On me)
Just hit my Tele', I've been waitin' all week (Yeah, yeah)
Just hit my Tele', I've been waitin' all week (Yeah, yeah)
But I had to tell 'em, "No, the work, it ain't free" (Yeah, yeah)
Hold like 50 in my jeans, AME (Mhm)
Niggas talking, but they ain't gon' @ me (Mm)

Nigga ain't going out sad, pulled up with a ho I would trust
Nigga be going sad, ain't got no cash, ain't got no sauce, yeah
Had to put on for the guys, on my momma, on my pops, yeah
I'm blowin' big dope, I ain't ever going stuck (Going stuck)
Know I be bringin' them pounds, I'm flyin' in coast-to-coast
Lil' bit' going for rounds, I flashed the money, she chose, yeah, yeah
I ain't gon' judge, lil' baby, go get it, dance on the pole
I was just fucked up, for real, now I be on that Saint Laurent

I'm like Rich Rapport, yeah, can't do it like me (Ayy)
Rich, for sure, yeah, come here, your body on tea, yeah
Slide to the crib, put your body on me (On me)
Just hit my Tele', I've been waitin' all week (Yeah, yeah)
Just hit my Tele', I've been waitin' all week (Yeah, yeah)
But I had to tell 'em, "No, the work, it ain't free" (Yeah, yeah)
Hold like 50 in my jeans, AME (Mhm)
Niggas talking, but they ain't gon' @ me (Mm)

Niggas talking, but they ain't gon' @ me