Bryson Tiller - Rich Boy Lyrics

Hey
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, ayy

Come through where you at so you don't gotta drive
Busy through the week, you need some off time
Patek on your wrist, know we got all the time we need
Makin' up for lost time (yeah)
Ever since you cut ties with your ex and put him on ice
Yesterday's price ain't the same price
We be drippin' in that fabric, that fashion
Got you lit, and now we matchin'
They be tryna split the ticket wit' you lackin', they slackin'
Put you on and now you tapped in

Tapped in with a Rich boy sellin' that (yeah), throw some Ds
Bad bitch (yeah) she with me
Bagged it up, Double Cs
She's with, she's with
A rich boy who throw some Ds
Accent is overseas
Savage (yes) energy
She's with, she's with

Big bank, ran it up
PJ to Atlanta (huh)
Just bought a Lamb' truck
He went ghost on you, I put you in Phantoms (wait)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Do the most for you, I do it at random
He a joke to you, should be doin' stand up
He don't spend it on you (huh), ho, that shit for ransom
If you don't f*ck with broke niggas
Ladies, this your anthem

Rich boy sellin' that (yeah), throw some Ds
Bad bitch (yeah) she with me
Bagged it up, Double Cs
She's with, she's with
A rich a boy who throw some Ds
Accent is overseas
Savage (yes) energy
She's with, she's with

Spendin' on you, tonight (baby)
I'm spendin' on you, tonight (woah)
Yes, I know what you like (rich)
I bet I know what you like

(Rich boy sellin' that)