[Intro: Rich P]

Yea, I mean

This is the type of track where I just start shit talking and shit

I mean, rumor has it

Niggas is scared to do songs with me

I mean... I mean I would know why

Cause my bars is crazy

If you don't think so... Be the judge

LOOK!!

[Verse 1: Rich P]

I spend a lot when it come to time

We could spend bread but none of mine

Handle business over lunch and wine

So the cake stacked like Duncan Hines

Look at my watch, no time for hating

My turn nigga I been waiting

Niggas like Rich you been hot

And I'm like not shit, constipation

Nice around Mic's like Jacks and Tito

Every verse is crack a kilo

I don't know who G'd money

This city full of New Jack's and Nino's

I will have another glass of Pino

Niggas steam like a cappuccino

But niggas don't wanna bring beef to Harlem

Get whipped up top like a Frappuccino

Ain't nothing in this World fair

I'm getting mine while I'm on a tour

Pac said pour out a little liquor

So I'm gone leave Rémy on the floor

The fans said we need you signed

I told them niggas in due time

All my niggas cocaine free

Cause at the club we don't due lines Nigga

[Interlude: Rich P]

Baby I said at the club, we cocaine free

Cause we don't do lines

That's some swag shit

Real nigga shit

Real niggas get it

Lame niggas don't,dumb niggas don't

LUXURY Rap you heard...

LOOK... Motherfucker... Proceed

[Verse 2: Rich P]

Got these bitches open tho

My watch is like the ocean tho

Niggas know that my shit is hot

I just left the potty smoking hole

The top is where a nigga going tho

A nigga got this shit emotion ho

Niggas know I'm bout to blow

Like my cartridge is broken ho

Fashion speak this why I dress so hard

That's your bitch you better get your broad

Hoes will do anything to get your car

For a swipe bitches ride like a metro card

Live for my niggas I couldn't be cheap

Spartan flow, I couldn't be weak

NyQuil rappers claiming the sick

But in the end y'all just put me to sleep

Niggas swag so action packed

Next stop is a platinum Plaque

Aim that shit at a nigga face

And turn that shit to a apple jack

This shit is locked, like a set of pliers

Pussy wet she gotta get a drier

But them bitches used to front

Now they scream for the god like they in a choir

[Closing: Rich P]

I said, they scream for the god like they in a choir

Fashion God, that would be... me

Rich P aka Richard Pharaoh

Death to all you bum niggas

Bum rappers

And niggas who think they can rap

The fans seem to disagree

LOOK... and I'm gone...

BITCH!!!