Pop a 3-o like a zit, Call a bad lil bitch
Come sit on my dick, No that's the 40 not my dick
I don't like bullshit, won't catch me selling zips
Cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich
Pop 2-o's like a zit
Call up my lil bitch, Come sit on my dick
Threw away my 40 she don't like me totin' blicks
Yes I don't sell zips but I just hit a lick someone grab my blick (Shh)
She say she like it when I put my hands on her (hips)
She ain't like it when I put my hand on my (blick)
I'm getting sick and tired of this fake (shit)
I'm going ape on my bape (shit)
Why the f*ck you mad
Because I turn the Summer to the Winter with the latest fashion
Dior on my fabric
Body like elastic, she too fake I can't have it
Music is my passion, Knew I had to pursue it
No way in hell am I losing, Dog him like Scooby
He could have got a Rollie two piece
He spent that shit on Gucci
And you wonder why you losing
Pop a 3-o like a zit, Call a bad lil bitch
Come sit on my dick, No that's the 40 not my dick
I don't like bullshit, won't catch me selling zips
Cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich
Pop 2-o's like a zit
Call up my lil bitch, Come sit on my dick
Threw away my 40 she don't like me totin' blicks
Yes I don't sell zips but I just hit a lick someone grab my blick
Yes I love women but not as much as I love linens
Balenciaga jacket, get it fitted
I got rhythm, I also got hitters
Think you tough?
You probably haven't met my blick
40 with a dick, Imma let it spit
(Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch)
Silence of the lamb, Watch me do my dance
Got my hands In her hands
Got her tired f*ck them Xan's
Pop a 3-o like a zit, Call a bad lil bitch
Come sit on my dick, No that's the 40 not my dick
I don't like bullshit, won't catch me selling zips
Cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich
Pop 2-o's like a zit
Call up my lil bitch, Come sit on my dick
Threw away my 40 she don't like me totin' blicks
Yes I don't sell zips but I just hit a lick someone grab my blick
Woah-Oh
I don't wanna go there with her
That lil bitch a no good woman
I'm calling it quits
I guess I'm a quitter I guess I'm a quitter I guess I'm a quitter
Oh
I Cant Belive It - Rich Lyrics
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Pop a 3-o like a zit, Call a bad lil bitch
Come sit on my dick, No that's the 40 not my dick
I don't like bullshit, won't catch me selling zips
Cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich
Pop 2-o's like a zit
Call up my lil bitch, Come sit on my dick
Threw away my 40 she don't like me totin' blicks
Yes I don't sell zips but I just hit a lick someone grab my blick (Shh)
She say she like it when I put my hands on her (hips)
She ain't like it when I put my hand on my (blick)
I'm getting sick and tired of this fake (shit)
I'm going ape on my bape (shit)
Why the f*ck you mad
Because I turn the Summer to the Winter with the latest fashion
Dior on my fabric
Body like elastic, she too fake I can't have it
Music is my passion, Knew I had to pursue it
No way in hell am I losing, Dog him like Scooby
He could have got a Rollie two piece
He spent that shit on Gucci
And you wonder why you losing
Pop a 3-o like a zit, Call a bad lil bitch
Come sit on my dick, No that's the 40 not my dick
I don't like bullshit, won't catch me selling zips
Cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich
Pop 2-o's like a zit
Call up my lil bitch, Come sit on my dick
Threw away my 40 she don't like me totin' blicks
Yes I don't sell zips but I just hit a lick someone grab my blick
Yes I love women but not as much as I love linens
Balenciaga jacket, get it fitted
I got rhythm, I also got hitters
Think you tough?
You probably haven't met my blick
40 with a dick, Imma let it spit
(Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch)
Silence of the lamb, Watch me do my dance
Got my hands In her hands
Got her tired f*ck them Xan's
Pop a 3-o like a zit, Call a bad lil bitch
Come sit on my dick, No that's the 40 not my dick
I don't like bullshit, won't catch me selling zips
Cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich
Pop 2-o's like a zit
Call up my lil bitch, Come sit on my dick
Threw away my 40 she don't like me totin' blicks
Yes I don't sell zips but I just hit a lick someone grab my blick
Woah-Oh
I don't wanna go there with her
That lil bitch a no good woman
I'm calling it quits
I guess I'm a quitter I guess I'm a quitter I guess I'm a quitter
Oh
Come sit on my dick, No that's the 40 not my dick
I don't like bullshit, won't catch me selling zips
Cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich
Pop 2-o's like a zit
Call up my lil bitch, Come sit on my dick
Threw away my 40 she don't like me totin' blicks
Yes I don't sell zips but I just hit a lick someone grab my blick (Shh)
She say she like it when I put my hands on her (hips)
She ain't like it when I put my hand on my (blick)
I'm getting sick and tired of this fake (shit)
I'm going ape on my bape (shit)
Why the f*ck you mad
Because I turn the Summer to the Winter with the latest fashion
Dior on my fabric
Body like elastic, she too fake I can't have it
Music is my passion, Knew I had to pursue it
No way in hell am I losing, Dog him like Scooby
He could have got a Rollie two piece
He spent that shit on Gucci
And you wonder why you losing
Pop a 3-o like a zit, Call a bad lil bitch
Come sit on my dick, No that's the 40 not my dick
I don't like bullshit, won't catch me selling zips
Cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich
Pop 2-o's like a zit
Call up my lil bitch, Come sit on my dick
Threw away my 40 she don't like me totin' blicks
Yes I don't sell zips but I just hit a lick someone grab my blick
Yes I love women but not as much as I love linens
Balenciaga jacket, get it fitted
I got rhythm, I also got hitters
Think you tough?
You probably haven't met my blick
40 with a dick, Imma let it spit
(Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch)
Silence of the lamb, Watch me do my dance
Got my hands In her hands
Got her tired f*ck them Xan's
Pop a 3-o like a zit, Call a bad lil bitch
Come sit on my dick, No that's the 40 not my dick
I don't like bullshit, won't catch me selling zips
Cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich, cuz I'm rich
Pop 2-o's like a zit
Call up my lil bitch, Come sit on my dick
Threw away my 40 she don't like me totin' blicks
Yes I don't sell zips but I just hit a lick someone grab my blick
Woah-Oh
I don't wanna go there with her
That lil bitch a no good woman
I'm calling it quits
I guess I'm a quitter I guess I'm a quitter I guess I'm a quitter
Oh
Writer: Gabe deButts
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Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid