Rich Whore with on screen

Oh my God, did your hear the
new Gucci Man album?
I love Gucci Man! I love
Kreayshawn! Let's get it
Bumpin' Bumpin', yeah!

Honestly, I'm propably a
bonafide problem child
I was born with hella stres
This is for my hoes, hoes in the
secind hand clothes
Who use their dollar bill to put
the powder in they nose
I love my hoes, hoes in the
secondhand clothes

Who use their dollar bill to
put the powder in they nose
Rich whore, rich whore,
spending at the throft store
Line it up, line it up, sniff
more, sniff more!

Rich whore, rich whore,
spending at the thrift store
Line it up, line it up, sniff
more, sniff more!

What up, Bich? I heard you
go to FIDM
What up, bich? I see you
dancin' with no rhythm
What up, bitch? I know you
like that gangsta rap
But you'll prolly piss your
pants if you ever
seen the trap

fuckin' hated schol but I love
my Trapper Keeper
That's where I kept my work,
go aheard and ask my teacher
I got pretty features, Did you
major in photography?

Well, I did, and fuck that
noise, I'm a self-taught prodigy
Honestly, I'm probably a
bonafide problem child
I was born wich hella strez,
you had to go buy your style
Ginger Spice, Ginger Spice

hustle hard since Fisher Price
You offer up a couple lines, I
just hit the swisher twice
Sporty Spice, Sporty Spice,
hustle hard for forty nights
Forty days, 40k, forty hoes,
forty wives

forty fashion students who
designing all my
merchandise
And she hella shadow,
damn, she could be my
perfect wife!

This is for my hoes, hoes in the
secondhand clothes
Who use their dollar bill to put the
powder in they nose
I love my hoes, hoes in the
secondhand clothes

Who use their dolar bill to
put the powder in they nose
Rich whore, rich whore,
spending at the thrift store
Line it up, line it up, sniff
more, sniff more!

Rich whore, rich whore,
spending at the thrift store
Line it up, line it up, sniff
more, sniff more!

What up, Bich? I heard you
go to FIDM
What up, bich? I see you
dancin' with no rhythm
What up, bitch? I know you
like that gangsta rap
But you'll prolly piss your
pants if you ever
seen the trap

Broke house, poor house,
crack house, trap house
Art loft, sky freight, sky
high penthouse
We in the downtown suite
and the view is mayne
A rapper talked about
it so she had the system lame

Her boyfriend's in an indie
band and got a moustache
The music's fuckin' lame, he
lookin' like a muskrat
Trust that, co-singn it, take it
it to the bank
You can put a pig
in makeup but you
can't disguise a skank

Her boyfriend's in an indie
band and got a moustache
The music's fuckin' lame, he
lookin' like a mustrat
Trust that, co-sing it, take it
it to the bank
You can put a pig
in makeup but you
can't diguise a skank

I'm sharper than a skank
and my mariujana stank
My life is like a work of art,
your canvas lookin' blank
So add a little color, put
some paint on your palette
Because I fill them galleries,
them pinter
hoes is mad at me!

Line it up, line it up,Line
it up, sniff it!
Line it up, line it up,Line
it up, sniff it!
Chop it up, Chop it up,
Chop it up, sniff it!
Chop it up, Chop it up,
Chop it up, sniff it!

This is for my hoes, hoes in the
secondhand clothes
Who use their dollar bill to
put the powder in they nose
I love my hoes, hoes in the
secondhand clothes

Who use their dolar bill to
put the powder in they nose
Rich whore, rich whore,
spending at the thrift store
Line it up, line it up, sniff
more, sniff more!

Rich whore, rich whore,
spending at the thrift store
Line it up, line it up, sniff
more, sniff more!