J.Chatman - TwentyOneRich!! Lyrics

Yung JChat
Got racks in the front
Got racks in the back
4 , 5 in the back
I'm not from the city
But i make shorty clap
Shid, you seen all that
Got a thick red chick roll the weed on her lap
Shid white tee i'm fresh
Got a chick on her knees guarantee i'm blessed
Shid i won't stress
Don't give no f*cks
Won't send no text
Get cheese like rats
She like bump my raps
And trace my tats
Drop bags at Saks
Just scam my ex
Won't leave no tracks
Got fees like tax
I see no Guap
You no pack
I'm on some other shit
Show me the business
Or nigga ain't coming in
I'm on some gutter shit
She sending me nudes
And i never publish it
I know she loving it
F*ck for the fun of it
Hit and be done with it
I get my brothers rich
You play with em wrong
I'll get ya brudda hit

Twenty One Rich
I'm blowing the money
I'm copping the fit
Designer the kicks
They loving the drip
I hope they don't slip
Who got the piff?
We rolling it up
We smoking zip
Shorty a milf
Her kid start crying
Then we gotta dip

I'm on my Don shit
Switching my time shit
Don't f*ck with nonsense
I'm loving my options
If chick giving problems
Then we gotta stop it
You hearing them sirens
They coming like swat shit
Nigga be poppin
She wanna Tekashi
I heard you a thotty
I can't f*ck with thotties
I'm on some hard shit
Raw shit, Raw shit
Nigga take caution
Raising the bar shit
Getting the car tent
Bitches be stalking
Forever be stalling
Forever be balling
Feeling like Jordan
If shorty not all in
Ignoring her texts'
I'm feeling like Austin
Tell me who hotter
I'm inside a house with a house full of model
House full of bottles
We knocking 'em back
While we making it shower
Shorty do powder?
She throwing back 50
Like shorty got power?
We smoke by the hour
We doing some shit they never allowed us
Cuz I'm

Twenty One Rich
I'm blowing the money
I'm copping the fit
Designer the kicks
They loving the drip
I hope they don't slip
Who got the piff?
We rolling it up
We smoking zip
Shorty a milf
Her kid start crying
Then we gotta dip