Lyrical Breakdown of Rich As Hell - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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17 D-Roc I gotta bring it Any time and however you want it Late at night and I can't sleep I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely Bricks and bales I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell Get it and bring it, I flip it You know how I get it, I know some hard layers I can speak that work and talk that work I leave it scarred and pale Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real (Presser) Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real Ballin', my niggas haulin' Niggas be talkin' and I catch 'em walkin' I do this often, fuck it, I off 'em Know that I got 'em, you know I'ma stalk 'em Fuck his fam, I pick his coffin Catch who bad? Bitch, I doubt it I got youngins wanna off 'em All this smoke, it got me coughin' MAC's-11, I be steppin', bitch, I'm reckless, I'm dumb Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped I got bro on top, ain't tell through a message, we come We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb Yeah, you talk that shit, I'm with it, hmm Watch how quick I whip it I go Shmurda with them glizzies I got murder on my tension I got black on top my lenses I got straps inside that Bentley You wan' play, I make you feel it Come your way, make sure you get it Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion I gotta bring it Any time and however you want it Late at night and I can't sleep I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely Bricks and bales I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell Whip that bitch out and she lick it Check how a nigga be kickin' I got cases pending, I got THC, it's liquid If I point, them youngins hit it I got bitches throwin' up Billy, Blood I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub Choppin' it Run her a song, she follow that Smoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racks She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don't sniff that 'Cause bitch, I'ma kick you out, you know that we ain't with that I put that strap in her mouth, bitch I thought I told you don't talk, bitch I don't care 'bout what they talkin', fuck her best friend, bitch, I'm rich Fuck your man man, ho, I'm lit Plus my whole clique full of pits I go put on Fendi pants Thot, your dad can't drip like this Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion I gotta bring it Any time and however you want it Late at night and I can't sleep I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely Bricks and bales I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell 17 D-Roc