[Intro]
If you know me know this ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up andele
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate
Public Service Announcement
Where all my rich n***as at man?
MIGO!
[Hook: Takeoff]
Broke n***as stand to the left
My rich n***as stand to the right
Lil' mamma, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)
Im'a knock the p**y out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
Im'a knock the p**y out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
Im'a knock the p**y out like fight night
[Verse 1: Plies]
n***a I walked up in the club with a rubba on
f** these b**hes in the club, I don't bring em home
n***a rob you before so we can't do a song
Told that b**h I wanna force em like a f**-a-long
If she don't like it in her face I told them where ya going
If you don't like giving head then b**h leave me alone
Don't talk about dope on cell phones
I pour my liquor out for n***as who got snitched on
When my cuz came I told him I had a brick for em
Other cousin told em I ain't had sh** for em
You gonna hug me in the club, I got my pistol
If you don't like me p**y ho write a diss song
Church
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
If you know me know this ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up andele
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate
Pocket rocket fire, watch him disintegrate
It's a truckload coming on the interstate
Sirloin steak all on my dinner plate
Your main b**h say she wanna make a s** tape
Rich n***a, I could never be a broke n***a (rich n***a)
Broke n***as I can never get along with them!
Always been hated since a little n***a (always)
It's forever p**y n***a gotta deal with it (rich n***a!)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Quavo]
Float like a bu*terly, sting like a bee
Rumble young n***a rumble!
Lil' mamma want a n***a like me in the sheets
Ice cube knock it out like Deebo
Now who's that talking that gangsta sh**?
Somebody gonna kick your a**
When I walk up in the club I better make a thunderstorm
Let them know that this a whole lot of cash
Rich n***as on the right all night (rich n***a)
Broke n***as to the left by yourself (brokanese)
Now who the hell just said that the roof on fire?
Call 911 like Wyclef
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Offset]
I'm a rich n***a, I don't like a b**h n***a
n***a broke n***a, I don't deal with you
All of my n***as, official, My b**hes they strippers
My n***as they criminals trying to get to the M&Ms
If your b**h is so innocent, why she s**ing my children
Last time I asked I dine and dashed and b**h I go in the building
Bad b**h make it clap, let me know ya
Young rich n***a on the couch talking to Oprah
Bottles in the VIP while I stand on the sofa
I don't speak your language, Brokanese, I thought I told ya
These b**hes they be smokin' on hookah, my n***a ballin' like Hoosiers
Geeked up in the Double R, I scare ya b**h, Freddy Krueger
Freddy Vermeulen
[Hook]