Rich Muthafcka Lyrics - Trap God 2 - Gucci Mane

(Verse) 

Bitches say my diamonds be retarded (wut?) 

My lip I work for million category 

You in the VIP but unimportant 

You say you want a bottle but can't afford it 

Growing up I ain't have a lot of choices 

My mama dropped off on Morley 

She's a vulture, it was better man, it was torture 

If you married to a broke bitch my nigga divorce 

You don't want these five hunnids 

Then it ain't and I can tell ya 

If yo baby daddy go then yo child is a failure 

Last bet the 99 now I got some shit to say 

That's for 2009, good I got something to mail 

I'm smoking gangsta kush, I' on the toilet 

They pulled us over but your girlfriend took the charges 

Your boyfriend broke, can't even buy a pair of Jordans 

I'm ballin so hard I might buy a pair of Porsches 

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(Hook) 

I'm a rich muthafucka 

And she a dick muthafucka 

Zone 6 muthafucka 

And we some rich muthafuckas 

(Verse) 

Man I left it to the bank again 

Smoking dank no limit, it's the tank again 

Ice cream, Gucci Mane with the diamond grin 

And if you really love me baby let me fuck your friend 

I'm so turnt up that she tuned in 

My penthouse so big she wanna move in 

And my rent so big man it can't fit 

15 chains, all call me Slick Rick 

Thick bitch, hill squarin like a red nose 

And before you got squarin like a blue pick 

I got my main ho buyin more extendos 

And shootin all my ol foes, where's my ol Ghost? 

4-4, we'll fuck you and snap throats 

(Hook) 

I'm a rich muthafucka 

And she a dick muthafucka 

Zone 6 muthafucka 

And we some rich muthafuckas