Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, Richey
Man, I pop my shit and I do whatever
Nobody gon´ stop shit
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)

Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy
I´m double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain´t no Rolls-Royce
Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin´ my name, I know my hoe´s voice
Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po´ boy
Crackers kicked my door in, I don´t even know shit
I ain´t even sold shit, I ain´t sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me ´bout my whereabouts, I ain´t been with no bitch
Even though I know I´m slidin´ with G, bein´ on that ho shit

Tone, me, and RenKen, we slidin´, nigga, that´s ´bout four switch

We all fucked the same bitch, she done took ´bout four dicks
Cut her off, she put me in her close friends, I ain´t in no mix
Had a mission set up by the club, I´m lookin´ like, "Where my ho went?"
Like, damn, bae, you did me like that? I should´ve blocked your ass
Set a rich nigga up, bitch, I would´ve bought a bag
Your last nigga was cappin´ ´fore he seen Boston, I got all the cash
Post three hundred on the ´Gram, they be like, "Where his flossin´ ass?"
Nigga, I can take some pain, only pain I lost a bag
Nigga say he want some smoke, fuck ´round, leave him coughin´ bad

Thuggin´ on the block with the older niggas, that´s where I got my swag
Fucked her at my mama house, that´s why the bitch just walked out fast

Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy
I´m double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain´t no Rolls-Royce
Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin´ my name, I know my hoe´s voice
Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po´ boy
Crackers kicked my door in, I don´t even know shit
I ain´t even sold shit, I ain´t sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me ´bout my whereabouts, I ain´t been with no bitch

Even though I know I´m slidin´ with G, bein´ on that ho shit

Gotta keep my nina on me ´cause these niggas be on some poor shit
Freestyle all my shit in the booth, nigga, I never wrote shit
Know I´m in that mode when I´m out here juggin´, I don´t even post shit
I be out here juggin´ weed, girl, and boy, and more shit
Hit the store to buy some bags, foreign car, the low stick
I ain´t dappin´ them niggas up, I don´t even know jit
Fucked a bitch from the north side, from the back, I screamed out, "4 shit"
Don´t let her find out where you stay, that´s how you get your door kicked

Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy
I´m double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain´t no Rolls-Royce
Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin´ my name, I know my hoe´s voice
Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po´ boy
Crackers kicked my door in, I don´t even know shit
I ain´t even sold shit, I ain´t sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me ´bout my whereabouts, I ain´t been with no bitch
Even though I know I´m slidin´ with G, bein´ on that ho shit