Get Rich Bitch I said get rich bitch I’m paper chasin You know I’m lit bitch A star in the makin Don’t fw no bitch shit Yo life might be for the taking Ima go head and get this shit started when I walk in the room I’m the party Show up fashionably late yea I’m tardy But my bitch bad she foreign Fly all over the country I’m touring She give me top cuz her convo is boring And She got a body jus like a lambo Switching lanes ain’t nowhere that I can’t go Stacking paper I got that cash flow When she ride I tell her to go slow Take your time we ain’t in no rush hoe I smoke weed I can’t let that shit go Get so high yea I’m in my zone My wrist jus like my bitch two tone You lame niggas ain’t on shit we know Y’all Jus hop on the next wave until it crash You ain’t gotta tell me I know I’m in my bag I’m so fly I think I got jet lag If 12 behind me i know ima do the dash Fuck what you heard that shit in the past This a different nigga you looking at I stepped up to the plate yea I’m at bat First swing and I hit a home run Knock that shit out the park you don’t want none I just started and I ain’t nowhere near done might jus air this bitch make them niggas run Might jus stretch that bitch out make her do a lunge