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letra de i'm rich! - xisn

[chorus]
n-gga i’m rich
n-gga i’m rich
n-gga i’m rich
i got all the money
n-gga i’m rich
n-gga i’m rich
n-gga i’m rich
i got all the money!

[verse 1: xisn]
yuh, i got all the money, all the b-tches on my d-ck now
i got all the honies! xisn that slatt
nose real runny, soon as i came up, haters acting really funny

[verse 2: xisn]
you b-tches silly rabbits uh trix, i pop out like uh flix
we flashin’ em golden stix, pluggin like fed ex, jur-ssic uh t-rex
new diamonds, that’s a big flex, that money collect, sign the sh-t
two hunnid checks, we never fold like a tech deck
i’m rich now, no charade
cash flowing, i’m getting paid
new baddies, getting laid, you just mad i took yo bae
she on insta saying we slay, you on insta acting all g-y
laser sight wit the red ray, you can’t hang where i stay!
i flex day by day, you use crest
i use colgate, you ugly -ss sh-t
i’m always straight, i’m in the vip, you on the floor late
i make the money rain, freshly printed wit the blue stain
i flow like tide, i got that gain, n-ggas walking like a unit, major pain, i’m thumbing dollars with ease, yo old b-tches say n-gga please
my b-tches say “oh sheesh”
i whip the cash out they fall to they knees, see the whip, shock the paparazzi
models crying oh geez!

[chorus]
n-gga i’m rich
n-gga i’m rich
n-gga i’m rich
i got all the money
n-gga i’m rich
n-gga i’m rich
n-gga i’m rich
i got all the money!

[verse 4: kiddt-tus]
yo girl call me honey when i pull up with the henny
drinkin’ with some b-tches that be browner than a penny
what’s that in my hands?
they key to my new bentley
i’m clapping on her cheeks like i’m her mother f-cking nanny (uh)

[verse 5: kiddt-tus]
i’m chasin a bag
you n-ggas just lag
she call me her daddy, but i’m not her dad
watch who you talkin to or eat a mag
you talkin that sh-t?
i’m pretty legit, imma pull up on you feed you a clip
how is you feelin’ vro you gonna trip?
your b-tch she know me, i got all the drip
(miat fo dog uth mia.)

[verse 6: kiddt-tus]
just copped a new chain
i stay in my lane
ain’t worry bout no one just chasin’ the grain
i’m feenin’ for fame
kiddt-tus, kiddt-tus, spit nothin but flame
i’m up on my game
my name in they mouths
controllin’ the crowds
you know what i’m ’bout
i’m spittin’, i’m spittin’, i’m spittin’, i’m spittin’ for clout!
(free my n-gga njong)

[verse 7: kiddt-tus]
i’m a rich b-tch
don’t make me pull up with the switch
keep on talkin, busted lip
pistol bestfriends with my hip
pull up on you empty clip
leave you in memory
don’t need your energy
warned you enough that your life was in jeopardy…
(ayo, hold my d-ck)

[verse 8: kiddt-tus]
the whip is foreign
got you n-ggas lookin borin’
travel like i’m tourin!
private jet is soarin (uh)
engines is roarin’ when i pull up it’s important….
pull up on me, and the bullets come pourin! (pop, pop!)

[xisn & -kiddt-tus-]
-ayo, ayo, that was pretty heat-
oh for real bruh?
-yeah man, play that back, play that back
lemme hear it, lemme hear it-
chill, chill… i gotchu
-ayo…. don’t play this song in reverse bruh-

i got all the money…. i got all the money….

- xisn

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