(Fifteen dollars for a drink? I’ll fucking stay dehydrated)

[Verse ?]
Make it rain at the club
For just one song
And man these girls go nuts
For Target thong
And leave a message at the beep
But I'm not calling back
Man we only leave the club
When our cards are maxed

[Chorus]
I'm talking rich
That's rich
I'm that bitch
That's rich
That's rich

[Bridge]
I'm talking bottles
I'm fucking with these models
She rides me like a throttle
She's all up on my dick
She thinks I'm popping bottles
I'm fucking all these models
She rides me like a throttle
She's all up on my dick
She thinks I'm fucking rich
[Outro]
(Oh my fucking God)
(I'm so genuinely rich)
(I swear to fucking God, I'm rich)