[Intro - Quavo]
Dj Durel, pow pow pow, give 'em hell
Yeah
I'm a rich n***a
You thought I ain't still in these streets n***a?
Might catch me out there now
[Hook - Quavo]
Rich n***a still trapping
Im rich I still bust it down
Rich n***a run in your trap
Im a rich n***a still lay the f** n***a down
Rich n***a, rich n***a, thats three crazy rich n***as
Rich n***a, rich n***a, thats three crazy rich n***as
Rich n***a still robbin'
Rich n***a still mobbin'
Rich bricks circumcise 'em
Rich n***a making plays all on the island
Rich n***a, rich n***a, thats three crazy rich n***as
Rich n***a, rich n***a, thats three crazy rich n***as
[Verse 1 - Quavo]
Rich n***a still hittin' licks with that dirty stick
Rich n***a still hit the highway with bout 50 bricks
Put 50 thousand in the hood I ain't touching sh**
Told that b**h she better cook it good, she better break her wrists
Young n***a got my first sack it was a Vick
Remember running in them houses sometimes I ain't come out with sh**
Put that c**aina on your nose, Im guarenteed that your nose gonna itch
When I seen my first hundred dollar bill I ain't look back since
They say Quavo why you got that pot I heard you rich n***a
Im in to deep in the trap game drowning in a marijuana river
50 bags in the trash can put it on my tab
Rich n***a, im a rich n***a still jugging slabs
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Offset]
b**h n***a told on your partner you a snitch n***a
Trapping capping trying to make a million
Pulling in a Bentley hurt a n***a feeling
I got babies in the kitchen not talking children
30 round extension have you smelling like chitlins
Dexter lab in the kitchen do forensics
Im the breadwinner n***as need me they depending
Six on my money, got d** up in Franklin
Im havin' dabbin' should've been a damn mannequin
You can see my diamond comin like im the ambulance
Im ready for war migo gang like the taliban
I can't trust these b**hes had to learn my lesson
sh**tin' on you n***as like a intestine
Pistol popping, im the king like im Elvis
Got the trap game in a chokehold, full nelson
Rich n***a still trappin
Choppa clappin I was pappen
I didn't have it, so I snatched it
Robbing the hood, I ain't talking bout basket
It was tragic caught my n***a pistol lackin so I pack it
In the winter time I still got my ratchet
Im ready for war pistol under my jacket
[Hook]