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RICH (feat. Aj Mari) Video (MV)




Performed By: Vant
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Jacob Miller-Robidou, Devon Isbell




Vant - RICH (feat. Aj Mari) Lyrics




I'ma run up on yo bitch
Pull up with the squad yeah you know what it is
I don't need the addy yeah I know where he lives
Roll up in the back yeah the window's got tint
Hit him in the shoulder and I put him in a splint
Say the wrong thing get put up in a spliff
Make the wrong move, get caught up in a lick
Everyone around me yeah they got rich

Countin' up racks countin' up stacks
Don't wanna f*ck unless I hit it from the back
Pull up in a scat bitch that's whack
All y'all lame I'm pickin' up the slack
Say she gon' leave him for me
I might f*ck around and put him on a tee
Countin' up the cash might ice out my teeth and my whip real fast don't need no key
Feelin' like Travis I'm the highest in the room
Pop me a Perk then take me a shroom
Me and Mari gon' raise it to the roof
Try and lie on my name you a goof
Don't wanna f*ck bitch you ain't my type
Say she wanna ball but she ain't like Mike
I like my bitches thick like Ice Spice
Pull up on me and bitch it's on sight

I'ma run up on yo bitch
Pull up with the squad yeah you know what it is I don't need the addy yeah I know where he lives
Roll up in the back yeah the window's got tint
Hit him in the shoulder and I put him in a splint
Say the wrong thing get put up in a spliff
Make the wrong move get caught up in a lick
Everyone around me yeah they got rich

Countin up cash like ye
Like I had a job nine to five at a bank
Most the memory cause I do it every day
Cool cold to the touch on the road it'll skate
Diamonds do a dance like it's vibin' on the beat
Locked in tight I'ma ride with the team
Lay the cash out money long like a sheet
Can't crash out in the game with some weaks
Pop my wrist
Stop for pics
She wanna f*ck better talk my shit
Ain't nobody finna talk my shit
Know everybody gonna bop to this
Vanity up yeah you know we get lit
Tryin' too hard yeah you know we got mixed
I'm on mine, so whatever I do only thing on my mind is the fame and the rich

I'ma run up on yo bitch
Pull up with the squad yeah you know what it is
I don't need the addy yeah I know where he lives
Roll up in the back yeah the window's got tint
Hit him in the shoulder and I put him in a splint
Say the wrong thing get put up in a spliff
Make the wrong move get caught up in a lick
Everyone around me yeah they got rich
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I'ma run up on yo bitch
Pull up with the squad yeah you know what it is
I don't need the addy yeah I know where he lives
Roll up in the back yeah the window's got tint
Hit him in the shoulder and I put him in a splint
Say the wrong thing get put up in a spliff
Make the wrong move, get caught up in a lick
Everyone around me yeah they got rich

Countin' up racks countin' up stacks
Don't wanna f*ck unless I hit it from the back
Pull up in a scat bitch that's whack
All y'all lame I'm pickin' up the slack
Say she gon' leave him for me
I might f*ck around and put him on a tee
Countin' up the cash might ice out my teeth and my whip real fast don't need no key
Feelin' like Travis I'm the highest in the room
Pop me a Perk then take me a shroom
Me and Mari gon' raise it to the roof
Try and lie on my name you a goof
Don't wanna f*ck bitch you ain't my type
Say she wanna ball but she ain't like Mike
I like my bitches thick like Ice Spice
Pull up on me and bitch it's on sight

I'ma run up on yo bitch
Pull up with the squad yeah you know what it is I don't need the addy yeah I know where he lives
Roll up in the back yeah the window's got tint
Hit him in the shoulder and I put him in a splint
Say the wrong thing get put up in a spliff
Make the wrong move get caught up in a lick
Everyone around me yeah they got rich

Countin up cash like ye
Like I had a job nine to five at a bank
Most the memory cause I do it every day
Cool cold to the touch on the road it'll skate
Diamonds do a dance like it's vibin' on the beat
Locked in tight I'ma ride with the team
Lay the cash out money long like a sheet
Can't crash out in the game with some weaks
Pop my wrist
Stop for pics
She wanna f*ck better talk my shit
Ain't nobody finna talk my shit
Know everybody gonna bop to this
Vanity up yeah you know we get lit
Tryin' too hard yeah you know we got mixed
I'm on mine, so whatever I do only thing on my mind is the fame and the rich

I'ma run up on yo bitch
Pull up with the squad yeah you know what it is
I don't need the addy yeah I know where he lives
Roll up in the back yeah the window's got tint
Hit him in the shoulder and I put him in a splint
Say the wrong thing get put up in a spliff
Make the wrong move get caught up in a lick
Everyone around me yeah they got rich
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Writer: Jacob Miller-Robidou, Devon Isbell
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