Rich The Kid

[fox69]

"Famous"
(feat. Migos)

"Famous"
(feat. Migos)



[Hook: x2]
Shorty say 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, they're driving me crazy
They turn on the t.v
They see me I'm getting the spinach
The broccoli, veggies my pockets is heavy
I was on the phone with Offset
Takeoff, told me we was finna takeoff, takeoff
Quavo told me put into the bando
Whole lotta money on the table, pesos
Now I pull up in the [?]
And I'm sippin' on syrup
Ya bitch is a bird, so I kick her to the curb
The bitch got sum nerve
Feels good to be rich
Tryna figure out why you mad?
Fucking all the bitches that been had...
I'm addicted to the money
Fuck rehab
Had to buy mama a Porsche
Hot like a torch
Lil nigga jumped off the porch
She said I wouldn't make it
But now that I'm famous
I'm thanking the lord
I wrecked in the Masi
I switched to the Rarri
He driving a Ford
A rich nigga walking around with a 50
Count up when I'm bored

[Hook]

[Quavo:]
Paper on top of paper, yea we made it
All my old hoes, wanna have my baby
We was hittin' licks
Had the fucking block hot
Domingo hit my phone
Say he bouta touchdown know his [?] was out
I told em I make it rapping
They thought it was funny...
Then young nigga got rich
Start counting blue hunnids
Me and Rich flexing on a bitch
Then we go to [?]
Really don't know
I'm thinking bout, copping a masi
Yea
And I want it black and white like Sylvester
I'm a let you tell it
What would you do for the cheddar?
We moving together
I know that you just a beginner
50 choppers in a sprinter
My momma she told me go kill em'

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Famous (Remix)"
(feat. Migos & Riff Raff)

"Famous (Remix)"
(feat. Migos & Riff Raff)



[Hook x2 - 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

[Verse 1 - Rich The Kid:]
Young nigga I made it
I'm finally famous
These bitches, they're driving me crazy
They turn on the TV
They see me, I'm getting the spinach
The broccoli, veggies my pockets is heavy
I was on the phone with Offset
Takeoff, told me we was finna takeoff, takeoff
Quavo told me pull up to the bando
Whole lot of money on the table, pesos
Now I pull up in the vert
And I'm sippin' on syrup
Ya bitch is a bird, so I kick her to the curb
The bitch got sum nerve
Feels good to be rich
Tryna figure out why you mad?
Fucking all the bitches that I been had
I'm addicted to the money, fuck rehab
Had to buy mama a Porsche
Hot like a torch
Young nigga jumped off the porch
She said I wouldn't make it
But now that I'm famous I'm thanking the lord
I wrecked in the Masi
I switched to the Rarri
You driving a Ford
A rich nigga walking around with a 50
Count up when I'm bored

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Quavo:]
Paper on top of paper, yeah we made it
All my old hoes wanna have my baby
We was hittin' licks
Had the fucking block hot
Domingo hit my phone
Say he bout to touchdown know his name was out
I told em I make it rapping
They thought it was funny (What the hell is so funny young nigga?)
Then young nigga got rich, Start counting blue hunnids
Me and Rich flexing on a bitch
Then we go to Follies
Really don't knowl thinking bout copping a masi
And I want it black and white like Sylvester
I'm a let you tell it
What would you do for the cheddar?
We moving together
I know that you just a beginner
50 choppers in a sprinter
My momma she told me go kill em'

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Riff Raff:]
Rose Rolex, eating pork rinds
Aquaberry diamonds froze the hands of time
Codeine pouring with the purple swans
I'm playing hackey sack in the valet parking at Hakkasan
Neon swim shorts, I don't play sports
The way I ball, I burn through money like a Newport
Mentos seats, and the paint orange
Should I sip codeine, or should I sing a chorus?
I got an all star team, but I'm running late
I got talk show dreams, like I'm Ricky Lake
Yeah you can't tell me nothing, you can tell I'm stunting
Who woulda knew I'd have Versace jewels across my tooth

 

[fox69]

"Feel It"

"Feel It"


[Hook:]
I'm 'bout to get some money and I feel it
I promise you are fucking with the realest
She said that ass is real but let me feel it
You niggas stay the fuck up out my business
The syrup creeping on me and I feel it
Tryna get some money, I can feel it
You bitches stay the fuck up out my business
I promise you are fucking with the realest

[Verse 1:]
Ok I'm cashing out
I got them haters, stack that paper at my grandma's house
They was sleepin' on me, I'm gon' make 'em feel it
Drop the ceiling
I'm too worried 'bout that paper, why you chasing bitches?
I been steady winning
Bout to get some more money, I can feel it
I promise you are fucking with the realest
Bobble-head bitches, they keep calling me
You don't benefit so stay the fuck away from me
I just got some pictures, she gon' whip it, put 'em in the kitchen
She gon' let me feel it, I'm a kill it, I don't leave no witness
Rich nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothing but these Benjamin's
Ain't talking on the phone, I know they listening

[Hook:]
I'm 'bout to get some money and I feel it
I promise you are fucking with the realest
She said that ass is real but let me feel it
You niggas stay the fuck up out my business
The syrup creeping on me and I feel it
Tryna get some money, I can feel it
You bitches stay the fuck up out my business
I promise you are fucking with the realest

[Verse 2:]
'Kay she really bad, really bad, bitch bad
Ten chain swang, she gon' throw it back
Wrist in the water, I can bring it back
On that Motorola talkin' 'bout the racks
I been known she freaky, she want Waffle House
Bought that bitch a biscuit, put it in her mouth
We fucking in the mansion, then I kick you out
I don't got no bitches sleeping at my house
In all black like John Wick, I'm a whip a brick
Jumpman, had that trap house jumping ever since
Ran up in your spot and I don't leave a print
I got lot of money, you can't have a cent

[Hook:]
I'm 'bout to get some money and I feel it
I promise you are fucking with the realest
She said that ass is real but let me feel it
You niggas stay the fuck up out my business
The syrup creeping on me and I feel it
Tryna get some money, I can feel it
You bitches stay the fuck up out my business
I promise you are fucking with the realest

 

[fox69]

"Feels Good 2 Be Rich (Intro)"

"Feels Good 2 Be Rich (Intro)"


Kraow, baow, baow
Trap, trap, trap
Already know what time it is man
The wait is over
Young rich nigga shit
QC the label, money on the table
Man migo gang

 

[fox69]

"Finally Rich"

"Finally Rich"


Trap, Trap

Young nigga gotta trap
Pull up in the Phantom with the Forgiato rims
Two hoe's, and they kissin' in the back
She poppin' the molly, she know that I'm rich
She flippin' & doin' them trick's
Walk in my mansion, and bitches are doin the dishes
You see how I live
These dollars I'm a mu-fuckin rich nigga
Give a fuck about a bitch nigga, rich nigga
[x2]

I been had a milli
These hater's they watchin they copy
I trap out the vacant
Momma said nigga be patient
I stayed in the trap and I made me a milli
My bitch is fuckin a bitch
Is fuckin my nigga look at my wrist
Livin like Tony Montana
I ride in the Mozzi
I switch to the poor Panemera
Fuck is you thinkin?
My young nigga hit you with Hollow's
You will not see a tomorrow
Real nigga pull up in the Range Rover
Uou a broke nigga fuckin' on the same ho
I'm a ball in the mall like Mutombo!
I tell you fuck nigga you stuck in your feeling's
I ride in the Rari, no ceilin'
Droppin' the top in the bently
Rich nigga stepped in the buildin'
Bitch I bags to the ceiling
I got diamonds on my neck
Your chick she fuckin' the rip
I walk in the room and she strip
Ain't talkin' bout cute see the leg
But they know that we rich
Young nigga I trap out the Benz
The trap it jumpin' Shawn Kemp
You nothin' but a shrimp
Ridin' round with 2 ho's and they kissin' in the back
Young nigga with a sack, Rich!

Young nigga gotta trap
Pull up in the Phantom with the Forgiato rims
Two hoe's, and they kissin' in the back
She poppin' the molly, she know that I'm rich
She flippin' & doin' them trick's
Walk in my mansion, and bitches are doin the dishes
You see how I live
These dollars I'm a mu-fuckin rich nigga
Give a fuck about a bitch nigga, rich nigga
[x2]

Give a fuck about you... or your feelin's
Young nigga worth a billion
The kitchen she whippin that Lindsay
Countin the benji, you envy
Laughin, I'm sippin' and drinkin' the pink
Broke as the bitch, there no gas in your tank
You ridin' a honda, I'm chasin the Comma's
Pull up in the Phantom!
Young nigga had to get it
From the bottom, [?]
You'll never find a nigga that can do it like me
On the jet gettin' paid flyin cross the country
Fuck all [?]
Your bitch wife me on tv
Walk in [?]
Diamonds [?] on the camera
Ask your baby momma, I'm the hottest in Atlanta

Red bottom my shoe, like I murdered a bitch
VVS diamonds, my nigga, my wrist
Got 5 gold ring's on
Nigga mad cause his girl got my song on her ringtone
Pull up in Phantom, I'm ridin with Loucy
See she got a trophy
I know that you cussin' and lovin' that bitch
You watchin' her clothes leave

Young nigga gotta trap
Pull up in the Phantom with the Forgiato rims
Two hoe's, and they kissin' in the back
She poppin' the molly, she know that I'm rich
She flippin' & doin' them trick's
Walk in my mansion, and bitches are doin the dishes
You see how I live
These dollars I'm a mu-fuckin rich nigga
Give a fuck about a bitch nigga, rich nigga
[x2]

 

[fox69]

"Fly With A Fish"

"Fly With A Fish"


[Chorus:]
Hit 'em with the hundred round
Make a nigga split
Young nigga trappin
On da block sellin' nicks
I fly with a fish
I fly with a fish
I fly with a fly with a fish
I fly with a fish
I fly with a fish
I fly with a fly with a fish [x2]

[Quavo:]
Hit 'em with a hundred round (BOW)
POW, get down - fuck nigga talkin'bout
Clown don't make no sound -
I'm fuckin' yo bitch
You mad and shit
Young nigga I keep stended (extended) clips
My nigga got whips
My nigga they playin' round with dirty stick
I know that you mad
I know that you hate
Cause you and yo partnas ain't ate (you hungry?)
I pull up at eight, yo bitch is the date
The Audi it come with the skates
I'm good from State to State
You go to that State you might get raped (rape 'em)
Got Ben-jamin Franka-lin Grants and Jacksons
Watches stacked on my Plate!

[Chorus]

[Takeoff:]
I'm cookin' Tilapia
My diamonds cold - Antarctica
I live a magazine article
Bitches like Twitter
These Pictures they always gone follow us
Pull up the street like the Opera
I run da block like the mafia
Sellin' that gas to my rasta
Came from my white boy
I got that savageya
These niggas think that they pourin' up
Drink so sweet I don't need Jolly Ranchers
Tell yo girlfriend you a character
You play so hardcore you Jolly Ranch
Flashin' my diamonds is dancin'
Takin' it straight with the gadget
Pull in my mansion
Hop out I pulled up
I got the bitches yea yea!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Foreal"
(feat. Migos)

"Foreal"
(feat. Migos)



[PeeWee LongWay:]
Foreal...
Foreal...
Foreal.Foreal
Foreal.Foreal
Foreal.Foreal...
Foreal... So Sincere...

Foreal...
Foreal...
Foreal...
Foreal.Foreal
Foreal.Foreal
Foreal.Foreal
Baby... Yea
LongWay Nigga

She for me, I'm for her, My type of bitch
Rock out with me, in the trap serving splits
Still with the same nigga, came out the brick
No new friends, shoot for my homeboys

Everything I do sincere
Skies the limit, I'll take a jet, Lear
Sipping on lean in a root beer
So Sincere, So Sincere

Foreal... Foreal.Foreal
Foreal... (Foreal)
Foreal... Foreal.Foreal
So Sincere, So Sincere
Get it by my pop (Get it by my pop)
So Sincere (So Sincere)
Show mama dollars (Show mama dollars)
So Sincere, So Sincere

Hit a nigga ass up with the choppa
Yellow Tape, I'm at the doctor by my potna
Giuseppe he stepping at the murder scene
Fresh as a bitch cleaner than Listerine

Bite down on molly not a bean
VVS shout out like Horror scene
Jugging them bricks, I'm Charlie Sheen
How could I not go hard for my team

M.P.A. Bandcamp, all [?] me?
Get it for the low, Bags of the OG
Set it off, could [?] for the whole [?]
Bands in my pocket call them bitches Monique

I'm so sincere that bitch gotta be free
Elegant sediment, body unique
Bitch wanna run around the lobby with me
[?]

All of my niggas in the lobby
Boot it up, [?]
Me and my nigga, my nigga call shots
We just wanna add it up, M&M
My type of a bitch that a rock out the spot
[?] spell M&M?
She know I'm chief of the [?]
Longway

She for me, I'm for her, My type of bitch
Rock out with me, in the trap serving splits
Still with the same nigga, came out the brick
No new friends, shoot for my homeboys

Everything I do sincere
Skies the limit, I'll take a jet, Lear
Sipping on lean in a root beer
So Sincere, So Sincere

Foreal... Foreal.Foreal
Foreal... (Foreal)
Foreal... Foreal.Foreal
So Sincere, So Sincere
Get it by my pop (Get it by my pop)
So Sincere (So Sincere)
Show mama dollars (Show mama dollars)
So Sincere, So Sincere

[Quavo:]
Foreal...
Who got the PT, ready to pay two thousand foreal
My niggas come kill, they'll lay your ass down foreal
She popping a molly, that bitch wanna roll foreal
You think that I'm playing, young nigga foreal

What nigga you know trapped out the 'bando pay the whole damn neighborhood bills
What nigga you know, no training, they got a mill in the floor foreal
Sincere, but my niggas bout killing, all of my niggas want Bentley's
So guess what we did? We beat up the block now we trapping out Bentley's

M.P.A. Band camp, they keep it real to me
Migos Gang, M.P.A., so you know they'll kill for me
So you probably can't get nowhere near me
Do you feel me?
Double down [?] in here seriously

[PeeWee LongWay:]
She for me, I'm for her, My type of bitch
Rock out with me, in the trap serving splits
Still with the same nigga, came out the brick
No new friends, shoot for my homeboys

Everything I do sincere
Skies the limit, I'll take a jet, Lear
Sipping on lean in a root beer
So Sincere, So Sincere

Foreal... Foreal.Foreal
Foreal... (Foreal)
Foreal... Foreal.Foreal
So Sincere, So Sincere
Get it by my pop (Get it by my pop)
So Sincere (So Sincere)
Show mama dollars (Show mama dollars)
So Sincere, So Sincere

 

[fox69]

"Freestyle"
(feat. Young Thug)

"Freestyle"
(feat. Young Thug)



[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Pull up and wet up the city don't care about no feelings
I shoot at your children
Pull up and kill 'em don't care bout no feelings
I pop out and shoot at the city
I'm cooking big birds and chickens
I pull up with tons and tons of da midgets
I'm going far as the stars you're afraid of heights the sky is my limit
You're bittersweet like a lemon
Hey I'm a move you up to Beverly but not the Center
Hey Young Thug gon' bite that fish just like it's tenders
The way I'm geek'd up don't noun one of my members
Hannah Montana, banging in red bandana
10 thousand dollars toe ring right inside of my sandals
My bitch having swellas, she ride with the nana
She don't give no fuck 'bout no cameras (Bling bitch!)
She got her a lawyer not goin' to the slammer
Plus she did trial in a Phantom (Rich bitch!)
I'm a pull up leave it running, I walk in the club, don't play I snook the gun in
My bitch think she dreaming cause I grabbed the Tommy
She thought that I grabbed on my stomach (tummy!)
Cook so much dope it startin to look just like comic
It could make a young kid vomit
Catch a dumb ho, hook her up to phonics
I'm slick and ironic

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I'm taking your bitch out to Beverly Hills
And I did'nt give her nothing but a molly pill
I'm the Fresh Prince and I live on a mansion, young nigga my daddy not Phil
Me and Young Thugga we drank muddy trouble
My pockets inflating like I blew a bubble
When the mixtape dropping Migo?
Young nigga just wait on it! You acting like undercover (12!)
In the kitchen and I'm whipping the pot
And it getting thick on me like peanut butter
Baw, glaw
Short with the gwalla, I'm coming at you like the headhunter

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Pull up on you and your people
Me and my Migos illegal but that choppa legal
Guiseppes and now they black and white, they zebras
Set the bitch off like I'm Queen Latifah
In Puerto Rico kicking it with Carlito
He put me on Chico he gave me a kilo
You fuck niggas taking my lingo
Pull up on you get my shit back like I'm repo...
Thugger my brother we got different mothers
We fucking these bitches you cuffin' her...
Bet you don't know she be sucking me while you've be kissing her!
Offset fucked her, Quavo fucked her, but you fucking that bitch with no rubber...
These bitches be trippin', fucked all my brothers
And expect for me to love her! (I could never love her)

[Verse 4: Offset]
Pull up and I got the Tommy aim it at yo' head I turn it to an omelette
I'm connected like Vonage I run to the money I'm faster than Sonic
You an informant I hang you like ornaments
Pics in my mansion Mozart did the portraits
Got your bitch in the condo I'm all in her ovary
'Sace my chest out like I am with Jodeci
I'm a wizard with bricks, Harry Potter, do sorcery
I'm at the top and no nigga is over me
Run in yo' house like I'm Jeeper Creeper pour a 4 in the 2 liter
Christian tha Louboutin, walking on hyena
Straight out the trenches I use a egg-beater I whip up a beamer
Beat it like Tina...
Beat it like Jax and I beat the pot my knuckle got a damn fracture (ha ha!)
Add up the digits my nigga money on top of money, fractions
My niggas they all about action, no camera
Pull out the choppa, it hit yo' ass hard like the judge, with the hammer
You niggas is monkey
That's why the choppa got a Hundred-round hanging, banana
These bitches be asking me questions like
'Offset why the hell you walking on mammals?'
Bitch because I am an animal
Watching me like I'm a channel
I got the white call it Pamela, Anderson
White Lambo Jennifer Aniston
Black diamonds, I call it African
Offset fresher than a mannequin
YRN plugged in with Rich Gang
We got plenty money, diamond chains

[Verse 5: Young Thug]
I drank a 4 and now I'm leanin'
She drank her a 4 and now we leanin'
I didn't even cry homie
How I feel when I lean...
How many, how many, how many, goin with me
How many Ms, I got circles ain't no Mickey Ds
Migos got a birdie of it
Throw away the cutlass get a Panamera
Hey, Mama gotta mansion now she perfect
Spared my last mill but it turned out to be worth it
She just wanna do it for the Vine
She just wanna do it cause she know that she a dime
If you ain't got no rollie she do not waste her time
I don't want your weed boy you're smoking on pines, nigga

 

[fox69]

"Fresh Off A Boat"
(with Lil Yachty)

"Fresh Off A Boat"
(with Lil Yachty)



[Lil Yachty:]
Lil nigga quit bitchin', I ball like a Piston
Them diamonds go fishing, they might hurt your vision
22 shots at his neck if he try me
Looking for me, pussy nigga you found me
I keep real money makers around me
All my niggas got a stack of the cheddar
All my niggas got to get to the fetty
Pull off in a foreign like its Andretti
Turn that pussy nigga's brain to spaghetti
This a Rover nigga, this not a Chevy
Keep a couple white bitches with me
Had to nickname her Lil Debby
Cause she whip the fuckin' pot, ay
Bitch don't you run in my spot, woah
Bro had to remix the drop, woah
I beat my case, fuck the cops

[Rich The Kid:]
Plug meeting on the yacht
I was running from the cops
Whip a Rari with the egg beater
Trap jumping off the beeper
Bring that scale, fuck the 12
Drop a bird on the stove
Had to get it, god knows
Rich nigga, I was broke
Now I'm ballin' like a champ
Break a bitch with a stamp
Them diamonds they shining lil nigga
The chopper it hit you, my shooters official
Bought a chopper with a scope
They was hating, I'm the GOAT
Bad bitch roll the dope
Drop a baby in her throat

[Lil Yachty:]
Well damn, I just might run for president
I ain't doing shows if it ain't dividends
Got a white bitch with a big booty but I swear to god she so heaven sent
Damn, eighty-nine just how I'm walking, yeah
Nigga run up, that's his arm, that's his leg, that's his head
Then that nigga dead
That's what happen when you talk to feds

[Rich The Kid:]
Pussy dripping, leave her leaking
I put that bitch in Chanel
I'ma fuck her in designer
I'ma put it right behind her
Bet a quarter milly in a week, ay
Geeking on molly, can't sleep
Then I crashed the Maserati twice
You won't make this much in one life

 

[fox69]

"From The Streets"

"From The Streets"


(OG Park..
This that old trap shit..)
(Deko)

(Trap..Trap..)

In the trap eating busy bee’s, Rich the kid, I’m from the street
I got ice all over me, got four ho’s in the back seat
My pockets so swoll like a fat nigga, Had the gas and the pills I was taxing ya’
Had to tell mama we made it! Bitch in the coupe goin’ crazy. (Trap..trap..trap..)
[x2]

In the coupe goin’ crazy, no license
She wanna fuck, yeah cause of my diamonds
I ain’t finna buy the bitch red bottoms, she must be crazy. (Bitch you crazy!)
Had the pussy more diamonds than the Rich the kid Chain
Shooters on shooters, ain’t saying no names
I got the gwalla just look at my ring
QC the label they not playing no games
Put my wrist in the pot where the woop, with a watch cause my motherfuckin’ rollie is a waterproof
Everything Vintage, you can not find it. Me and your bitch, somewhere in Hawaii
I really worried bout another, cause Nick he keep the chop. (In the trap..trap..trap..)
Eating Busy B’s, Rich Nigga in the foreign I don’t need no key

In the trap eating busy bee’s, Rich the kid, I’m from the street
I got ice all over me, got four ho’s in the back seat
My pockets so swoll like a fat nigga, Had the gas and the pills I was taxing ya’
Had to tell mama we made it! Bitch in the coupe goin’ crazy
[x2]

Pockets on swoll like a fat nigga, Rocking the work, no taxin’?
I ain’t never been a fake watch busta. These bitch gon’ fuck, can’t trust ‘em
Ridin’ round, sippin’ on lean. My chopper got an infrared beam
Trap gon’ Jump got fiends. Ain’t talkin bout Alicia, got keys
Rich the Kid, I’m from the street, Yeah I made it, so I got to thank Jesus
She gave me nothin’ but head, no Beavis. That brain so good, no genius
Like French, I ain’t worried bout nothin’. That pistol got a hundred round drum
In the trap like Busy B’s, I’m about your bitch like an mp3

In the trap eating busy bee’s, Rich the kid, I’m from the street
I got ice all over me, got four ho’s in the back seat
My pockets so swoll like a fat nigga, Had the gas and the pills I was taxing ya’
Had to tell mama we made it! Bitch in the coupe goin’ crazy
[x2]