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Party Bus - Rich The Kid

"Hey, ayy I gotta smoke up the onion Cookie beat a nigga head, concussion (That cookie beating on my head) I just be talkin' to money Me and that bread be havin' discussions (I just be talkin' to bread) I"

Loose It - Rich The Kid

"Hop in the Maybach cruisin' I get the cake, they lose it I get the cake, hoes choosin' These niggas fake, we do it Hoppin' up in the Wraith, zoomin' Sippin' a lil drank, snoozin' Walking into the bank,"

Pardon Me - Rich The Kid

"Big boss shit You feel me? shit Forever ever, forever ever Pardon me, you said that we would never be But actually, we made it here eventually We got the money, it's time to flex Fuck it, my ice on my"

No Flash - Rich The Kid

"CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY Wheezy outta here My diamonds, they dancing, need no flash (Need no flash, yeah) Never Broke Again, bitch, I got cash (I got cash, yeah) I make it rain on these hoes (Hoes) Back"

BACKR00MS (FT TRAVIS SCOTT) - Playboi Carti

"In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih like a quarterback Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback Stood in the field, hold me a bomb, throwin'"

What You Been Doin - Rich The Kid

"What you been doin'? Working, racking, flexing on purpose Pull up, that Maybach swerve Sippin' on syrup Who got them birds? I got them birds I'm looking for somewhere to serve Give me the word, these bitches"

Famous (Remix) - Rich The Kid

"Shorty said that I would never make it Now I'm shitting on her cause I'm famous Pulling up in Porsches and I'm racing Paper, I got paper, I got paper Young nigga I made it I'm finally famous These bitches,"

Talkin' Bout Nun - Rich The Kid

"You ain't talkin' bout racks, you ain't got no cash You ain't talkin' bout whips, you ain't talkin' bout bets, you ain't talkin' bout Jags You ain't talkin' bout loud, you ain't talkin' bout gas, you ain't"

Dab Fever - Rich The Kid

"Okay my trap jumping, phone ringing Bitches wanna fuck me cause my bands beating Okay my trap jumping, feeling it I just put that Mazi up for no reason We give the world Dab fever Whipping a pan, no Peter Sippin'"

That Bag - Rich The Kid

"Trap You know what I need Racks! Cash Woo I might pop a perc and just go crazy Fucking on your bitch like I want babies Diamonds hit like Rocky bitch I'm famous Walking with a hundred bitch I made it Leaning"

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