"Courtesy Of A Rich Nigga" lyrics

Courtesy of a rich nigga

Courtesy of a rich nigga
My wrist, my bag
Ride around in a lamb
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My toes in the sand, he want to buy a bitch land
I only fuck with rich bitches
Take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember I was in a jam
Shit could still hit the fan

I only accept apologies in the form of cash
Multiple deposit fees added to my stash
I'm the reason why niggas posting red flags
Reckless eyeballin', niggas starin' at my ass
All my bitches balling, all the niggas wanna smash
All the niggas calling, we them bitches they harass
Once I grip on it, nigga he ain't finna last
Squeeze technique, had it coming fast
My face card valid, I don't give a bitch a pass
Last bitch had smoke turned into a ash
Call the nigga white 'cause his dick hella trash
200 on the dash, I'mma show you how to Dash
Designer cars switching lanes when I hit the gas
Peek into my closet, all you seen is some Tag
Hold my big meat, shit I'm blowing money fast
I ain't beggin' for it, but he still want the cash

Courtesy of a rich nigga
My wrist, my bag
Ride around in a lamb
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My toes in the sand, he want to buy a bitch land
I only fuck with rich bitches
Take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember I was in a jam
Shit could still hit the fan

Courtesy of a rich nigga
Courtesy of a rich nigga
Courtesy of a rich nigga
Courtesy of a rich nigga

You were throwing out a nigga
I'm a self made boss
Soon as he catch you up, you broke bitch falling off
You a bum in designer, your purses knock off
Don't let Instagram gas your head up, you bitches soft
I'm the biggest threat, ain't no way they finna stop me
You going viral 'cause your surgery is sloppy
I'm serving looks effortlessly and cocky
Show my pics to your stylist and told them "Copy"
Bitches think they doing something in that old ass Benz
Look how you came out the house, bitch you need new friends
Your stack only look big 'cause it's 20s and 10s
I ran it up so many times, I could do it again
I pass bitches up, and I did three years in a pin
Everybody got they hand out, but they ain't fuck with me then
That court room was empty, they took the Ms on the chin
My nigga rockin' for me, they don't want me to win

Courtesy of a rich nigga
My wrist, my bag
Ride around in a lamb
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My toes in the sand, he want to buy a bitch land
I only fuck with rich bitches
Take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember I was in a jam
Shit could still hit the fan

Courtesy of a rich nigga
Put your hands all over me, and show me out (Courtesy of a rich nigga)
They just mad I get money
Let's go racks for racks, who got the most money?
Let's go, bag for bag, yours are knock offs honey