Rich Dad
[Chorus]
I've gotta rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad
You've gotta bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad
My butler gets bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped
I've gotta rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad
Now let me get cash

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I bet you're so jealous of me
If I was suicidal I'd hang myself with a Cucci belt
I eat rich foods, shame sushi smells
I've got a rich dad, get quick cash
Drive so fast I get whiplash
Everyday is a celebration like when Logic quit rap
When it comes to an easy life, I spit that
I'm a God whenever I fly to a pope lеss land
I'm a nice bloke though, I help out a homеless man
I help them out because they've got a hopeless plan
I invite them back to my crib and play "I'm here"
On a side note, how good is that Chazer song, "I'm here?"
I give them some treats, like nine beers
I tell them that I've got more game than five deer's
I then tell them that we're going by pears
Come on bro, we're going for a quick drive
We get in the car, and holla at this slut, "this bitch fine"
But not as fine as the way I live, because I live fine
Oh, but there's a nice little message, don't fuck with I
I tell him this is his biggest mistake because I'm like a killer Goat
So then I stabbed him in the throat
[Chours]
I've gotta rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad
You've gotta bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad
My butler gets bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped
I've gotta rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad
Now let me get cash

[Verse 2]
Get in the car, get out the body bag
This is like when I fuck bitches, I make hotties sad
My dad asks about the murders, I just go "not me, Dad"
The first time this happened was because this bitch got me mad
I think a shotty's rad, I would use it on you but it's pain free
Then bury this bum in Detroit with Shady
The person I pay to clean up says I should stop, bitch make me
I destroy the weak like Nas did Jay-Z
To me, they're just the scum on my streets
This song is so good I make you cum on my beats
I didn't produce this, but fuck it, it's mine now
Welcome to the good life, I basically live in the white house
This ones just got dead bodies underneath it, that's why I live on nine clouds
Drink 5 oz. of an 8 litre champagne bottle
I drink wine, finger bitches and taste models
I'm an animal, I'm so hot I'm flammable, eat you like a cannibal
If you think you're as dangerous as me, you're laughable
[Chours]
I've gotta rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad
You've gotta bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad, bitch dad
My butler gets bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped, bitch slapped
I've gotta rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad
Now let me get cash