This is a song about "Rich girl"

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

U a rich girl out after dark, ur prides in the purse, im a mugger

Can't stop paper chasin' dreamin' i am mad rich

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

You wonda why they call u bitch

Well, you better be rich

Killing these niggas off quick

Richie rich, got a candle stick,

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Quick, cause working in a drought is a bitch

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich