RICH BOY (feat. Y3 Bodilly)

"RICH BOY" © 𝙽𝙾𝚅𝙰 𝙽𝙾𝙸𝚁 HUGE thanks to Y3 Bodilly for gifting me this song. I just laid my verses on top. Go check out Y3 Bodilly! https://open.spotify.com/artist/210ws0auz3ruEaq3kYFfpP?si=lem1w6rYR6y8qoPExB3w2A [Intro] Ayy Bodilly [Verse 1-Y3 Bodilly] I got a hundred hoes, I'm still lonely (Got a hunnid hoes) I hid my heart so they can't steal it from me Flew my ghetto bitch to Puerto Rico, she came in a bonnet She say, "Who you had in Turks and Caicos?" I say, "Baby, stop it" Gave her a kiss and told her she so pretty, she say, "You so tired" I say, "You right, baby, that might be true 'cause I get that a lot" I put diamonds on my wrist, ain't no more cuffs I threw my heart in the ocean, ain't no more love N***a try to infiltrate, I fill 'em up with slugs Someone tell her grave yard had that hole already dug We used to have roaches on the ceiling, now stars on the roof Used to be a lover boy, now I'm a dog, hear me roof I'm a young turned rich n***a (Young turned rich n***a) I'm a young turned rich boy I'm a young turned rich n***a (Young turned rich n***a) I'm a young turned rich boy [Hook-me] And we get money on this side, baby, that's no discussion You not my bitch, shorty, you trippin', we can't be seen in public I seen too many fold, so God's the only one I trust in Walk in a million-dollar meetin', style pack smellin' musty, woah [Verse 2-Me] Woah, all winter sittin' on the road Mom, clap for the times we was cold Mama, you used to use food tickets, now girl, I have a ticket just for a show Used to wake up, my back sore Ask Kenny, he'll tell you the go Always kept it one hunnid from the day one, that's my dog for sure Whatever that they talkin' about I'm with a bad-ass bitch countin' large amounts I swear nobody ever thought that I'd amount to this (haha) Fuck 'em all, for real, I'm too turned up woah-oh [Refrain-Y3 Bodilly] I'm a young turned rich boy (Young turned rich boy) I'm a young turned rich boy (I'm too turned up woah-ooh) I'm a young turned rich boy (Young turned rich boy) I'm a young turned rich boy (Young turned rich boy) [Hook-me] And we get money on this side, baby, that's no discussion (oh my gosh) You not my bitch, shorty, you trippin', we can't be seen in public (You not mine) I seen too many fold, so God's the only one I trust in (On God) Walk in a million-dollar meetin', style pack smellin' musty, woah [Verse 3- Me] Million-dollar back-to-back on this shit That ain't my hoe, she all cap, I ain't never spent racks on that bitch (for real) But I did have her at the telly, blew the back out that bitch She start talkin' about her ex, get the fuck out my crib I ain't got time for that, sorry, I can't buy into that On my superstar shit, the coupe is on starship Sorry, I ain't got time for that On my trip to Paris, it's apparent (Haha) I'm too turned up woah-oh [Refrain-Y3 Bodilly] I'm a young turned rich boy (Young turned rich boy) I'm a young turned rich boy (I'm too turned up woah-oh) I'm a young turned rich boy (Young turned rich boy) I'm a young turned rich boy (Young turned rich boy) [Hook-Final-Me] And we get money on this side, baby, that's no discussion You not my bitch, shorty, you trippin', we can't be seen in public I seen too many fold, so God's the only one I trust in Walk in a million-dollar meetin', style pack smellin' musty, woah