Quavo - Rich n***a Still Trappin' lyrics

[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]