G-Dot x BAEBEE_DOLL"Hood Rich"

I want a pink diamond with a blue face

D & G on the shoe lace

Cracked iPhone with a new case

Go hard with a Goyard bag

That I treat as my suitcase

Cold heart and chrome heart tags

Got my drip flavored, no Kool-Aid

Smirnoff in a two-liter

Suck him off in the two-seater

Cut him off, I don't do cheaters

Then send him back to the zoo cheetahs

Gucci belt or Pucci belt, honestly

I could choose to use either

 

Yeah, man, slim thick bitch, ass still pokin'

Yeah, lil' yellow b*t*h lookin' like a trophy

Talkin' 'bout me to her friends like this b*t*h know me

Won't comprehend if it ain't bands, nigga, don't approach me

If you ain't come up with me, nigga, don't bro me

The bag gone, lil' nigga, the plug owe me

Whew, this double-R gave me the holy ghost

Got addicted to designer, damn near overdosed

Ridin' 'round with Dracos like we OVO

Fell in love with pesos, we got more to go

 

Yeah, fell in love with blues like I'm JAY-Z

Huh, I don't step out if they don't pay me

When I'm talkin' 'bout that Benz, it's a 63

When they talkin' 'bout G.O.A.T.s, they gon' mention me

Yeah, suck my d**k while I sip this three

Huh, lil' nigga, your 'fit my tee

Yeah, it's some real niggas that don't play 'bout me

 

Never cared about how you truly felt

Qualities of a true leader

Lucky Charms on a small wrist

But it's Frosted Flakes on my ankle bracelet

Bitches get offended when I talk shit

It is all because I had a dream then chased it

Make 'em hear the clink of the Cuban links

And I still don't think my chain's big enough

Might just send your shooters to go rob the Brinks

Cause I still feel like I ain't rich enough

 

We gon' make it industry, or in the streets

I told bro fry the block if it's any beef

We send them birds through the air, these niggas sendin' tweets

Come and light your crib up like it's Christmas Eve

Yeah, I moved out of the hood and I miss my fiend

Hide your ho, I done fucked every bitch I seen

I ain't seen a fast turtle or a bitch I need

Three hundred racks in two months, nigga, this shit easy

Was raised in the ghetto, boy, nigga, this for Peezy

Them bitches seventeen-five, somebody call Jeezy

Niggas ain't have no faith in me, I made 'em believe it

Bro, like how you playin' quarterback, but you really receiver?

Niggas think they buff

just like doll said

Might just send your shooters to go rob the Brinks

Cause I still feel like I ain't rich enough