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Richie Video (MV)




Performed By: Skilla Baby
Featuring: Moneybagg Yo
From Album: The Coldest
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: DeMario White, Joshua White, Trevon Gardner
Year: 2024




Skilla Baby - Richie Lyrics
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[ Featuring Moneybagg Yo ]

(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
(MIA JAY C)
Ha, tss

Two hundred thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up
All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as f*ck
Think my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up
And I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for?
Really self made, self paid with no help, lame
Quick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang
I be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain
Got my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains
I'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga
Really hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas
Every time niggas die, suspect, y'all all victims
Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all nigga

Ha, two hundred thousand for the Richie
Nigga stop sendin' threats, come and get me
I ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies
I take all my young bitches to Tiffany, ha
Two hundred thousand on me daily (right now)
These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh)
Spent two hundred thousand on my niggas cases ('cause I'm paid up)
Two hundred thousand on his head, they gon' bake him, ha (go get it, go)

The coupe go two-somethin' (two-sixty), this bitch too runny (bitch too fast)
Niggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke-ass)
Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage)
Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she f*ckin' (ugh)
Hydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go)
Keep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier Buffs
AP Skelly, Richard Mille, know what I'm sayin'? Made up
Two hundred thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)
This that good smoke, A.K.A., that real 'Za (gas)
And I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)
Put up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)
Don't sacrifice, you out your life soon as you throw a cross
Call a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)
They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)
Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)
I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)

Ha, two hundred thousand for the Richie
Nigga stop sendin' threats, come and get me
I ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies
I take all my young bitches to Tiffany, ha
Two hundred thousand on me daily
These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous
Spent two hundred thousand on my niggas cases
Two hundred thousand on his head, they gon' bake him, ha

My young niggas get actin' for that munyun
Let 'em see them one niggas out, they do-done-done
Nigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)
I don't give a f*ck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh
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English

(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
(MIA JAY C)
Ha, tss

Two hundred thousand on a Richard Mille, nigga, add me up
All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as f*ck
Think my pet peeve is when a fake nigga dap me up
And I keep some killers with me, nigga, what I'm lackin' for?
Really self made, self paid with no help, lame
Quick to spank a pussy-ass nigga, like I'm Belt Gang
I be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain
Got my own money, nigga, I can buy myself chains
I'm a dog, nigga, slide on you like a fraud, nigga
Really hard, niggas can't hold me, I ain't y'all niggas
Every time niggas die, suspect, y'all all victims
Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all nigga

Ha, two hundred thousand for the Richie
Nigga stop sendin' threats, come and get me
I ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies
I take all my young bitches to Tiffany, ha
Two hundred thousand on me daily (right now)
These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (ugh, ugh)
Spent two hundred thousand on my niggas cases ('cause I'm paid up)
Two hundred thousand on his head, they gon' bake him, ha (go get it, go)

The coupe go two-somethin' (two-sixty), this bitch too runny (bitch too fast)
Niggas always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (broke-ass)
Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (luggage)
Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she f*ckin' (ugh)
Hydraulics on a May' truck, young nigga paid up (go)
Keep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier Buffs
AP Skelly, Richard Mille, know what I'm sayin'? Made up
Two hundred thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (so why not get it?)
This that good smoke, A.K.A., that real 'Za (gas)
And I got all different kind in this pill bottle (facts)
Put up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)
Don't sacrifice, you out your life soon as you throw a cross
Call a nigga bluff, break ten milli' out (right now)
They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (lil' pussy)
Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (ha)
I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (ugh, ugh)

Ha, two hundred thousand for the Richie
Nigga stop sendin' threats, come and get me
I ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies
I take all my young bitches to Tiffany, ha
Two hundred thousand on me daily
These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous
Spent two hundred thousand on my niggas cases
Two hundred thousand on his head, they gon' bake him, ha

My young niggas get actin' for that munyun
Let 'em see them one niggas out, they do-done-done
Nigga hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)
I don't give a f*ck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh
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Writer: DeMario White, Joshua White, Trevon Gardner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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