Letra da Música Mad Rich de Rico Nasty

Whoismike going crazy
Woah
Huh!
Yeah!

Hop up out the car, looking mad rich
Looking mad rich, looking mad rich
Hop up out the car, looking mad rich
Looking mad rich, looking mad rich

Bitch I'm twenty but I'm thinking like I'm forty
My niggas play with babies not the ones that get aborted
She crushed the molly down she said it's better if you snort it
I keep the cash in the house now I'm looking like a hoarder
Don't ask me for no song, cause nigga I seen a sneak diss
Pissing motherfuckers off, hoe you on a piss list
Yeah I got a lot of weight, but I ain't fit bitch
Don't you ever cross that line, do you need a fit bit?
I ain't drinking lean cause I usually sip lig
Pussy legit, niggas wanna lick this
Got a gun full of hollow tips fuck a ballistic
Just spent a hundred dollars on some fucking lipstick
Yeah, yeah!
Walking with a limp, gas in my hand
Pull up to the club, with the windows tint
Hop up out the car, looking mad rich
Walking with a limp, gas in the hand
Pull up to the club, with the windows tint
Hop up out the car looking mad rich
Walking with a limp, gas in the hand
Pull up to the club, with the windows tint

Hop up out the car, looking mad rich
Looking mad rich, looking mad rich
Hop up out the car, looking mad rich
Looking mad rich, looking mad rich

Make ten bands, twenty
Watch this magic trick
Scope on the rifle so I don't miss
All these bitches my kids, stop trying
Stop trying, stop trying
Make ten bands, twenty
Watch this magic trick
Scope on the rifle so I don't miss
All these bitches my kids, stop trying
Stop trying, stop trying

Hop up out the car, looking mad rich
Looking mad rich, looking mad rich
Hop up out the car, looking mad rich
Looking mad rich, looking mad rich

Hop up out the car, looking mad rich
Looking mad rich, looking mad rich
Hop up out the car, looking mad rich
Looking mad rich, looking mad rich

Hop up out the car, looking mad rich
Looking mad rich, looking mad rich
Hop up out the car, looking mad rich
Looking mad rich, looking mad rich