Текст песни Rich Nigga Grin (Doughboyz Cashout) с переводом

Bitches tryna stress me

Setup hoes tryna sex me

Hating niggas wanna wet me

But I still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke

Fuck the plug if he holding back dope

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Fuck niggas and fuck these bitches

Man, I switch 'em like whips I don’t love these bitches

Baby girl was frowning like she was down dog

Soon as we split up, now she praying on my downfall

But I’m still working, tell these hoes how I came up

Why you run around broke as shit with these lame fucks

Cause everybody off they’re had snake tendencies

Boy, you ain’t my mans you a motherfucking enemy

Scammed a couple bands on me back when I was 19

Selling caine in Canada, serving all the dope fiends

Tried to put you on, but you turned into a bitch nigga

You prolly wake up and can’t look in the fucking mirror

The way these niggas hating you’ll think they getting paid

But I know that ain’t the case cause they looking like ashamed

I still keep my head up, I still get it in

And hit these niggas and these bitches with my rich nigga grin

Bitches tryna stress me

Setup hoes tryna sex me

Hating niggas wanna wet me

But I still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke

Fuck the plug if he holding back dope

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

My baby mama tripping say she need some love

I gave her ass a 20, she went to the club

I heard she got drunk, fucking with the scrubs

It’s time to stop smiling and put on my mug

Gucci belt, my shirt tucked, I’m looking at the judge

She checking out my tats and now she hold a grudge

She wanna lock me up me up cause I’m a fucking thug

Well fuck you too, let me put on my mug

Walked out the court room, then hopped in the whip

On probation but I’m still smoking out the zip

Bitch get at me, I’m still happy

Cause I make my money stretch like Laffy Taffy

They wanna clap me

Cause they knew I was gonna be a boss since the class of Miss Slappey’s

I wanna take the burner from my khakis

But the burner to his acne

But I’ma kill 'em with a grin while I’m up the candle

Bitches tryna stress me

Setup hoes tryna sex me

Hating niggas wanna wet me

But I still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke

Fuck the plug if he holding back dope

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Crispy

This rap shit got us beefing with a bunch of nobodies

We gettin' big nigga, we just opened up for Yo Gotti

My job is making money, making niggas mad is my hobby

How you from the Mile bitch, and you don’t know everybody?

You can catch me up at Horney, shooting pool with the OG’s

Or on the block pouring shots, back while we roll D’s

I tried to be lowkey, but nigga I can’t

I’m iced up and ain’t a nigga on my team who ain’t

They act like we ain’t winnin' but I know we ain’t losin'

And if we is, I can tell how they bitches be choosin'

I’m in the club, jewels shining, mink on just fooling

And them 4 Life niggas with me, if you try me you stupid

All the rich niggas love us but the broke niggas hating

These stupid motherfuckers really should be proud if we make it

But fuck 'em they just jealous

It ain’t shit I can take it

They just gettin' that rich nigga grin

And throw my chain in they faces, for life

Bitches tryna stress me

Setup hoes tryna sex me

Hating niggas wanna wet me

But I still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke

Fuck the plug if he holding back dope

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

I can’t give you haters the benefit of the doubt

I got money and her, niggas know what I’m 'bout

But yet they still wanna play

Niggas stress with the K

I remain with a rich grin and nothing to say

Man, these niggas be hating, I can’t get to elaboratin'

When I hop in the booth it’s all facts, no fabricating

If I rap it, I live it

Hear my laugh for the ticket

Gotta go back to court, in 2 months to get sentenced

And my family don’t understand, this life that I’m living

My bitch trippin' and the prosecutors want me in prison

What I’m supposed to do, go give them pussy niggas passes

I got God on my side, so I’ma rise above madness

Made a lot of mistakes, niggas open my eyes

But I’m too real out to this bitch so it was like a surprise

Hit my knees and asked the man above, forgive me for my sins

Pray I get to heaven with my rich nigga grin

Bitches tryna stress me

Setup hoes tryna sex me

Hating niggas wanna wet me

But I still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke

Fuck the plug if he holding back dope

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)