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Lyrics:

[Intro: G Herbo & Lil Juice]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah, yeah, okay, okay, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, okay
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
I got two rings on (Uh-huh), two chains on (Okay)
Three diamond bracelets, don't get flamed on (Baw)
Cribs is outrageous, real different phases (Yeah)
Whips look like spaceships
Black like I'm racist (Can't say that)
Rich, I got patience
Sprint, I didn't chase it
Really havin' cash but I act like I'm basic
Livin' in my past, I might come off like I'm crazy (Craze)
And nothin' ever lasts so I don't let nothin' phase me

[Bridge]
Uh, bitch, I'm rich
Uh, bitch, I'm rich (What?), uh
Bitch, I'm rich (What?)
Rich as shit
Uh, bitch, I'm rich
Bitch, I'm rich (Bitch, I'm rich), uh
Bitch, I'm rich
I'm rich as shit

[Verse 1]
Got it out the mud, they ain't give me shit, nigga
Fell out with my blood, but it happened out of love
Made a lot of shootings happen, I was ridin' 'round with thugs (Grr)
Trap raided еvery week 'cause we was havin' all thе drugs (Ayy)
Wait a minute (Wait), take a killer, put some paper in it
God gave a nigga a second chance, call it "Taylor Bennett"
Street nigga started makin' bands, I ain't take advance (Uh-uh)
Hatin'-ass, think he touchin' Swerve, broke his hands
Told the jeweler "Take my mans, ice him out, make it dance"
180 in the Lamb', fuck around, break the trance
New coupe, two-hundred grand, out the trenches
Understand who I am, bitch, the man
That's what all the bitches sayin'
Who the flyest in the land
And who don't like it (Yeah), shooter quiet
He'll fire it, start a riot
If he fire it, niggas dyin'
We ain't got a kill? Damn, beat you like a real man
Tryna tell him "Chill, damn"
Most these niggas real fans
I just did this rapper shit to show you how it feel, damn
Now I'm eatin' steak and lobster, 'member eatin' real Spam
Nigga, I wasn't lyin', went from Spam to a fuckin' Lamb'
Chases duckin' 12, had to get up out the fuckin' jam

[Chorus]
I got two rings on, two chains on
Three diamond bracelets, don't get flamed on
Three cell phones (Three), pick up, jail calls
Still don't get no sleep and I got three damn homes (Damn)

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