Metro Boomin - Rich n***a sh** (OG Version) lyrics

[Intro] Go brazy, go brazy, go brazy Hoodrich what up brother Go brazy, go motherf**in' brazy Thugger, Thugger, finally Aye this that rich n***a sh** Metro, (Sheesh) [Hook] Rich n***a sh**, pull up in the Phantom (Skrt) You know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon (soowoo) Rich n***a sh**, hundred in my linen (racks) Bad b**hes trailing me, on my way to Lenox This that rich n***a sh** n***a this that rich n***a sh** Homie this is rich n***a sh**, (Squad) I swear this is rich n***a sh** Oh yeah, oh yeah [Verse 1] Rich n***a sh** (Sheesh) b**hes want to f** my dogs, little tick All these b**hes gotta be gay, they f**ing cliques We not playing cops and robbers but they it b**hes say they want that South Beach, LeBron b**hes eating ounces of molly like its yums These b**hes know they can't have me they want my sons These b**hes jumpin' me in they don't do no ones Hickory Dickory Dock I'm on my way up to the top I got four spots filled up with narcs I carry that white like Bubba Sparxxx My diamonds are dancin', your diamonds look dark I fire up that kush and they think that I fart These n***as around you are shells like Mario Kart They know that ya sweet, ya sweet like tarts [Hook] Rich n***a sh**, pull up in the Phantom (Skrt) You know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon Rich n***a sh**, hundred in my linen Bad b**h is trailing me, on my way to Lenox This that rich n***a sh** n***a This that rich n***a sh** Homie this is rich n***a sh** yeah I swear this is rich n***a sh** Oh yeah, oh yeah [Verse 2] Go brazy, go brazy, go brazy I cook that dope up like Easter, eggs I hurt your heart, I catch her in the club and just talk to her Young Thugga get head in a Tonka truck Before she take off she say buckle up, I'm like hold on baby (haha) It's hard to get mad at the man that you made me baby Me and PeeWee Longway in the Audi going crazy Throw it like Tom Brazy Young Thugger attracted to that green like a f**ing Navy p**y n***a wanna diss, no jeans but he miss, me I'm smokin' on weed and she countin' my cheese Sub Zero lifestyle, f** n***a freeze I want them M's, no Mickey D's Chris Angel, tricks up my sleeve [Hook] Rich n***a sh**, pull up in the Phantom (Skrt) You know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon Rich n***a sh**, hundred in my linen (racks) Bad b**h is trailing me, on my way to Lenox This that rich n***a sh** n***a this that rich n***a sh** Homie this is rich n***a sh**, yeah rich n***a sh** I swear this is rich n***a sh** Oh yeah, oh yeah