Rich Boy Songtext
von Bryson Tiller

Hey, hey
Hey (yeah, yeah)

Come to where you at so you don′t gotta drive
Busy through the week, you need some off time
Patek on your wrist, now we got all the time we need
Making up for lost time (yeah)

Ever since you cut ties with yo' ex and put ′em on ice
Yesterday's price ain't the same price
We be drippin′ in that fabric, that fashion
Got you lit and now we matching
They be tryna split the ticket with you, lackin′, they slackin'
Put you on and now you tapped in


You tapped in with a rich boy selling that, yeah
Throw some Ds
Bad bitch, yes, she with me
Bagged it up, double C
She′s with, she's with a rich boy who
Throw some Ds
Accent is overseas
Savage, yes, energy
She′s with-, she's with-

Big bank, ran it up, PJ to Atlanta
Just bought a Lamb′ truck
He went ghost on you, I put you in Phantoms (wait)
Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Do the most for you, I do it at random
He a joke to you, should be doing stand up
He don't spend it on you, uh, hold that shit for ransom
If you don't fuck with broke niggas, ladies, this your anthem

Rich boy selling that, yeah
Throw some Ds
Bad bitch, yeah, she with me
Bagged it up, double C
She′s with-, she′s with a rich boy who
Throw some Ds
Accent is overseas
Savage, yes, energy
She's with-, she′s with-


Spend it on you tonight, ayy
I'll spend it on you tonight (woah)
Yes, I know what you like (Rich)
I bet I know what you like (like)
Rich boy selling that-