Lyrics
Ooh shit, that's a baby Genie
(It's Blue Strip, baby)
Alright
Aye!
Every time I step up in this bitch sumn' glistening (you hear me?)
Diamonds on my neck look like water at a christening (what?)
When a real nigga get to talkin' you should listen in
Touchdown in yo' city we gon' get it in
Bad bitch to the right sittin' in my Benz (what?)
In the group chat takin' pics, tryna show her friends
Khaled back in 2010 all I do is win
Smoking gas wit' all my niggas countin' dividends
I can navigate you to the money show you where it is (what?)
I be havin' fun lil' bitch, I'on want no kids (ain't having no kids)
'Member all them days I was down right up on my dick
Turnt the grind up, now I'm livin' immaculate (aye)
Get rich, get rich, get rich
Make a plan for it then go and get it
I keep my thing on hip
Please don't try, please don't trip, ayy
Get rich, get rich, get rich
Make a plan for it then go and get it
I keep my thing on hip
Please don't try, please don't trip, ayy
Fuck nigga (what?)
I tell it yo' face that I don't fuck wit' ya (damn)
You don't want smoke, no vape, no swisher (yeah)
Nigga you's bitch you are not no mister (what?)
Told the bitch "bye" and I'm not gon' miss her (damn)
I could have a hundred lips and I still wouldn't kiss her (yeah)
Focused on how to make the bread stack quicker (yeah)
Rose gold Cuban on my neck when I enter
So much ice everywhere I go a blizzard (what?)
So many nights I was down couldn't get it (whoa)
I gotta thank God that I made it out the trenches
I been known to work magic but don't call me no magician, nigga (yeah)
Get rich, get rich, get rich
Make a plan for it then go and get it
I keep my thing on hip
Please don't try, please don't trip, ayy
Get rich, get rich, get rich
Make a plan for it (ayy) then go and get it (ayy)
I keep my thing on hip