Skinny - R$CH lyrics

[Hook] This one for the rich n***as Get high on a b**h n***a This one for the rich n***as, rich n***as Get high on a b**h n***a [Verse 1: $kinny] Paper cuts countin' money $kinny pockets gettin' chubby Why your crew lookin' [?]? Your whole lifestyle bummy I make music for the druggies The potheads and the gully-gullys I don't break bread with no dummies If you wasn't with me we ain't buddies, no 100 bands, they upset All my n***as they on jet We pull up in some' foriegn Why you pull up in some' borin'? Stars in my roof, two seater coupe Hit the gas, had your b**h in two I got cash in the bag and that two-two too Cali a** in the past with the woop woop woop I get around n***a Holy father, holy ghost Hold me close, if overdose on holy smoke These lonely hoes be holy gross Like moldy clothes they need to go, but I'm aight still f** the cops, drop and hop a pile of steel Pop some commas, drop some dollars Pop Nirvana, split the Coupe DeVille It's wrist [?] n***a [Hook: Sample + Skeme] Rich n***a Hear one for the rich n***as Get high on a b**h n***a High on a b**h n***a This one for the rich n***as, rich n***as Get high on a b**h n***a [Verse 2: Skeme] It's clear to see a n***a playin' chess, no checker moves I hardly listen to these rappers, what they rappin' 'bout ain't never true They waste 16 bars talking 'bout some sh** they never do Rich n***a introduce these hoes to it like they never knew Top floor suite in Vegas, man I feel like it's a road night The b**hes runnin' with me lookin' like stars, cue the strobe lights I'm the type of n***a might just pull up in a Masi Type of n***a spend 100K and then forget about it They clapping for a n***a like they really want an encore I made a million already, what he still making songs for? I guess I just do it for the love my n***a Middle fingers up, 12 shots before a judge my n***a I'm a [Hook: Sample + Skeme] Rich n***a Hear one for the rich n***as Get high on a b**h n***a High on a b**h n***a This one for the rich n***as, rich n***as Get high on a b**h n***a [Verse 3: Ace Hood] Young rich n***a got his abs on fleek, make the hoes go crazy Black motherf**er, hundred grand in the duffel in the back of the May-B All that hating never fazed me Counted out and being doubted is the type of sh** that made me Money, the power, the respect Not a stereotypical reject Youngin as dope as the Pyrex I got a crib big enough to fit a protest, cold text Period, why the f** the competition always curious? f** they ga**in' all these rappers, are you serious? I played your new sh** and then I started giggling Rich n***a, made a whole lot more than six figures I can never make my mind up at the car dealer Rocking Saint Laurent jeans with some Margielas Before 21, dog, I was a rich n***a I keep the Glock on me only for you f** n***as I got my neighbors all thinking I'm a dope dealer Hood Nation If you a n***a the realest, [?] go getter [Hook: Sample + Skeme] Rich n***a Hear one for the rich n***as Get high on a b**h n***a High on a b**h n***a This one for the rich n***as, rich n***as Get high on a b**h n***a