Rich Chigga

Rich Chigga - Seventeen lyrics

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Never worry 'bout a single hatin motherf**ker

Lookin like my next supper, all these moves that I'm makin got people talkin

Like how many papers is this man signin, I'm back wit the backpack rap



Man I'm thinkin that this shit finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash if we talkin bout that

Run run it like Forrest Gump can you feel that, ay

I'm a renaissance man, if you wanna get a feat you not gon get response man I be hotter than some shit your mom cook in a sauce pan don't be jealous don't be rude go back to rollin up grams, people think I'm sick as shit but I'm just eatin on ham

Wanna beat me in my game then bitch I'm settin up camp

When the females hear my name I know they pussy all damp

Mr. Veterinarian I make that kitty go ham (damn)



Ballin only seventeen my skin is green

Watching numbers goin up that's just the everyday routine

All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine

Feelin like I'm Cube I always hit 'em with no vaseline



Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me

DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain't free

Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD

Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie



You got cash, buy sum chains, I buy houses ain't that strange

You ain't shit, I get lit, all you do is counterfeit

Little chick, but she thick, and she always on my drink

Shit I'm thirsty give it back, and she blondy just like Zac

("who the f**k is that?" "high school musical")

Bitch hold my stacks I'm 30 minutes late to France

Gotta get this cash, never give no chance, better bounce that ass, paid her an advance

Got me thru this day, sippin on Bombay, I dont trust you gotta take this survey

Man I don't look back, never cut no slack, better get way back, fore yo ass get smacked uhh

Memphis flow but I'm from Jakarta ho, never understood my hustle but I guess the more you know

Checkin on your Instagram I see that shit is going slow, always hating on the progress man yo ass has gotta go



Ballin only seventeen my skin is green

Watching numbers goin up thats just the everyday routine

All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine

Feelin like I'm Cube I always hit em with no vaseline



Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me

DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain't free

Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD

Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie
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