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Stunna Girl - Courtesy Of A Rich Nigga Lyrics

Courtesy of a Rich Nigga Lyrics[Intro]
Courtesy of a rich nigga
(Jose the Great)

[Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My wrist, my bag, ride around in a Lam'
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My toes in the sand, he wanna buy a bitch land
I only fuck with rich bitches
Take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember I was in a jam, shit could still hit the fan

[Verse 1]
I only accept apologies in the form of cash (Yeah)
Multiple deposit fees added to my stash (Yeah)
I'm the reason why niggas postin' red flags (Yeah)
Reckless eyeballin', niggas starin' at my ass (Ooh)
All my bitches ballin', all the niggas wanna smash (Ha)
All the niggas callin', we them bitches they harass
Once I grip on it, nigga, he ain't finna last (Ah)
Squeeze technique on it, had him cummin' fast (Yeah)
My face card valid, I don't give a bitch a pass (Uh-uh)
Last bitch had smoke turned into an ash (Rrah)
Call the nigga Wake 'cause his dick hella trash
Two hundred on the dash, I'ma show you how to dash
Exotic car switchin' lanes when I hit the gas (Ooh)
Peek into my closet, all you seen is some tags (Ooh)
On my Big Meech shit, I'm blowin' money fast (Yeah)
I'm paid in full, but he still count me half

[Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My wrist, my bag, ride around in a Lam'
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My toes in the sand, he wanna buy a bitch land
I only fuck with rich bitches
Take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember I was in a jam, shit could still hit the fan

[Post-Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich nigga
Courtesy of a rich nigga
Courtesy of a rich nigga
Courtesy of a rich nigga

[Verse 2]
With or without a nigga, I'm a self-made boss
Soon as he cut you off, broke bitch fallin' off
You a bum in designer, your purses is knock-offs
Don't let Instagram gas your head up, you bitches soft
I'm the biggest threat, ain't no way they finna stop me
You goin' viral 'cause your surgery is sloppy
I'm servin' looks effortlessly and cocky
Showed my pics to your stylist and told 'em copy
Bitches think they doin' something in that old-ass Benz
Look how you came out the house, bitch, you need new friends
Your stack only look big 'cause it's twenties and tens
I ran it up so many times, I could do it again
How I pass bitches up and I did three years in the pen'?
Everybody got they hand out, but they ain't fuck with me then
That courtroom was empty, took them L's on the chin
My nigga rockin' for me, they don't want me to win

[Chorus]
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My wrist, my bag, ride around in a Lam'
Courtesy of a rich nigga
My toes in the sand, he wanna buy a bitch land
I only fuck with rich bitches
Take trips to islands, now my ass got a tan
I am not one of them
Remember I was in a jam, shit could still hit the fan

[Outro]
Bend me over the balcony and slut me out (Courtesy of a rich nigga)
Put your hands all over me and slut me out (Courtesy of a rich nigga)
I don't get mad, I get money
Let's go rack for rack, see who got the most money (Courtesy of a rich nigga)
Let's go bag for bag, you wear knock-offs, honey (Courtesy of a rich nigga)