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(Aziz, Aziz, Aziz) Uh, uh, uh (Hey, I'm really Rich) BIA, BIA I'm the nastiest bitch I know (Huh) And I do a magic trick with my throat (Huh) I'm Mariah Carey, ho, I hit the high notes (Yeah) He gon' wanna marry me with eyes closed Fuck it, baby, I'm a big deal I ain't cryin' if the milk spilled, crack seals You gon' bust me down if the shit real Blue hundreds, pink fifties, I like blue bills (Cash) Fuck me in the 'Vette, baby, I need new thrills (Huh) Money ain't a thing and I'm like, "Bitch, hardly" I'ma do that nigga like I'm Lori Harvey Two wrists, AP Maybe that's the reason why they hate me (Huh) Top tier pussy, where he rank me When I fuck that nigga, I make him thank me, Lord (Thanks) You wanna rock my body Get me wet on the jet, let me ride shawty Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty Boy, this pussy be the best, and you know that's something to kiss Letras de cancionesDon't talk to me, just pucker your lips We get lit, we get drunk off the Kriss and the rolls And my bitches keep askin' about what we did, boy, we won’t say Archin' up my back and I was fuckin' you up Treat it like a straw the way I'm suckin' you up Man, this pussy yours, you can put it on a leash Take this pussy for a walk, yeah, yeah I like big spenders for certain (Frrt, cash) Been a lot of things, not a regular person (Not a regular person) I'm a star, they pullin' back the curtain (Sheesh) He thought he replaced me, but it wasn't workin' I be leavin' bitches feelings hurtin' I'ma give 'em reasons to be lurkin' Rapping but it sound like it’s a sermon Freaky but it feel like I'm a virgin, uh Fuck me on the West, now I'm like, "What's happenin'?" He just want a rich bitch, Kim Kardashian Two wrists, AP Maybe that's the reason why they hate me (Huh) Top tier pussy, where he rank me When I fuck that nigga, I make him thank me, Lord (Thanks) You wanna rock my body Get me wet on the jet, let me ride shawty Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty Boy, this pussy be the best, and you know that's something to kiss Don't talk to me, just pucker your lips We get lit, we get drunk off the Kriss and the rolls And my bitches keep askin' about what we did, boy, we won’t say Archin' up my back and I was fuckin' you up Treat it like a straw the way I'm suckin' you up Man, this pussy yours, you can put it on a leash Take this pussy for a walk, yeah, yeah I like big spenders for certain From Letras Mania