Rich the Kid - Nasty Lyrics

Oh shit, what the f*ck?

(Squat made the beat)
(Go Grizzly)
(Huh? You must be deaf)
What, ay, ay

She wanna drip a bit, I bought her some red bottoms (what?)
He wanna trust the bitch, she left him for more dollars (bitch)
I wanna pour up a four of the lean, got more problems (lean)
I cannot trip or slip, bitch I got more commas
You thought you was classy, my money gettin' ashy
Them hundreds is old, I'm doin' 'em nasty (ay)
Got chicken like Zaxby's
I'm f*ckin' with Keisha, I thought that was Cassie
I can't let her pass me (what?)
Got too many racks, I'm doin' 'em nasty (nasty)
I'm doin' 'em nasty
Ew (ooh, ooh, ooh)

Hundred fifty racks
Doin' 'em nasty
Bought a Richard Mille, 200K, bougie and classy, bitch (what? Bitch)
Drop 50K on her wrist, I'm on my shit (my shit)
'Nother quarter mil' on a Bent, ooh (skrrt)
Pull in the Porsche (Porsche), flexin' exactly (flex)
I want the bitch, I won't let her pass me
I told Dex, we need more zeros on them checks (huh?)
So we can flex (flex)
100K, that's a bet (a bet, ay ay ay)
Bend her over, I'ma do her nasty (do her nasty)
She a freak, actin' like she classy (classy)
Bend her over for the first time, call me daddy (Rich, ay)
Bust a nut and I'ma send her home in a cabby (yeah)

She wanna drip a bit, I bought her some red bottoms (what?)
He wanna trust the bitch, she left him for more dollars (bitch)
I wanna pour up a four of the lean, got more problems (lean)
I cannot trip or slip, bitch I got more commas
You thought you was classy, my money gettin' ashy
Them hundreds is old, I'm doin' 'em nasty (ay)
Got chicken like Zaxby's
I'm f*ckin' with Keisha, I thought that was Cassie
I can't let her pass me (what?)
Got too many racks, I'm doin' 'em nasty
I'm doin' 'em nasty, ooh ooh ooh, ew

Put a Birkin on her, now she classy now, ay
It's an AP, I might bust it down, ooh
That Keisha or Cassie (Cassie)
In the attic, money gettin' so ashy
I f*ck her, she happy (huh?)
Freak bitch always tryna harass me
Pull up, my Bentley do donuts (donuts)
Too much money, it don't fold up (fold up)
I'm takin' bitches, put your hoes up (hoes up)
I'm smellin' like money, she holdin' her nose up
Lamborghini, hold the doors up (skrrt)
I was broke, now I'm froze up
Keep the money so closer
Fake diamonds, nigga no sir (nah)
She wanna drip, bought her some new heels (new heels)
I wanna geek (geek), I popped like two pills (two pills)
That's yo' bitch (bitch)
I f*ck her, she roadkill (what?)
The titties is fake, but the ass real (yeah yeah yeah, what what what, ay)

She wanna drip a bit, I bought her some red bottoms (what?)
He wanna trust the bitch, she left him for more dollars (bitch)
I wanna pour up a four of the lean, got more problems (lean)
I cannot trip or slip, bitch I got more commas
You thought you was classy, my money gettin' ashy
Them hundreds is old, I'm doin' 'em nasty (ay)
Got chicken like Zaxby's
I'm f*ckin' with Keisha, I thought that was Cassie
I can't let her pass me (what?)
Got too many racks, I'm doin' 'em nasty
I'm doin' 'em nasty, ew