Nasty Lyrics - Rich The Kid

[Intro] 

Squat made the beat 

Go Grizzly 

Huh? 

You must be deaf 

What, ayy 

[Chorus] 

She wanna drip a bit, I bought her some red bottoms (What?) 

He wanna trust the bitch, she left him for more dollars (Bitch) 

I wanna pour up a four of the lean, got more problems (Lean) 

I cannot trip or slip, bitch I got more commas 

You thought you was classy, my money gettin' ashy 

Them hundreds is old, I'm doin' 'em nasty (Ayy) 

Got chicken like Zaxby's 

I'm fuckin' with Keisha, I thought that was Cassie 

I can't let her pass me (What?) 

Got too many racks, I'm doin' 'em nasty 

I'm doin' 'em nasty, ew 

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[Verse 1] 

Hundred fifty racks, doin' 'em nasty 

Bought a Richard Mille, 200K, bougie and classy, bitch (What? bitch) 

Drop 50K on her wrist, I'm on my shit (My shit) 

'Nother quarter mil on a Bent, ooh (Skrrt) 

Pull in the Porsche, flexin' exactly (Flex) 

I want the bitch, I won't let her pass me 

I told Dex, we need more zeros on them checks (Huh?) 

So we can flex, 100K, that's a bet (A bet, ayy ayy ayy) 

Bend her over, I'ma do her nasty (Do her nasty) 

She a freak, actin' like she classy (Classy) 

Bend her over for the first time, call me daddy (Rich, ayy) 

Bust a nut and I'ma send her home in a cabby (Yeah) 

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[Chorus] 

She wanna drip a bit, I bought her some red bottoms (What?) 

He wanna trust the bitch, she left him for more dollars (Bitch) 

I wanna pour up a four of the lean, got more problems (Lean) 

I cannot trip or slip, bitch I got more commas 

You thought you was classy, my money gettin' ashy 

Them hundreds is old, I'm doin' 'em nasty (Ayy) 

Got chicken like Zaxby's 

I'm fuckin' with Keisha, I thought that was Cassie 

I can't let her pass me (What?) 

Got too many racks, I'm doin' 'em nasty 

I'm doin' 'em nasty, ooh ooh ooh, ew 

[Verse 2] 

Put a Birkin on her, now she classy now, ayy 

It's an AP, I might bust it down, ooh 

A Keisha or Cassie 

In the attic, money gettin' so ashy 

I fuck her, she happy (Huh?) 

Freak bitch always tryna harass me 

Pull up, my Bentley do donuts 

Too much money, it don't fold up 

I'm takin' bitches, put your hoes up 

I'm smellin' like money, she holdin' her nose up 

Lamborghini, hold the doors up 

I was broke, now I'm froze up 

Keep the money so closer 

Fake diamonds, nigga no sir (Nah) 

She wanna drip, bought her some new heels (New hills) 

I wanna geek, I popped like two pills (Two pills) 

That's your bitch (Bitch) 

I fuck her, she roadkill (What?) 

The titties is fake, but the ass real 

[Chorus] 

She wanna drip a bit, I bought her some red bottoms (What?) 

He wanna trust the bitch, she left him for more dollars (Bitch) 

I wanna pour up a four of the lean, got more problems (Lean) 

I cannot trip or slip, bitch I got more commas 

You thought you was classy, my money gettin' ashy 

Them hundreds is old, I'm doin' 'em nasty (Ayy) 

Got chicken like Zaxby's 

I'm fuckin' with Keisha, I thought that was Cassie 

I can't let her pass me (What?) 

Got too many racks, I'm doin' 'em nasty 

I'm doin' 'em nasty, ew