Rich Whores

[Intro]

Oh my God, did you hear the new Gucci Man album?

I love Gucci Man! I love Kreayshawn! Let's get it Bumpin' Bumpin', yeah!

[Hook]

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 dollar 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, bitch? I heard you go to FIDM

What up, bitch? 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

[Verse 1]

I fuckin' hated school but I love my Trapper Keeper

That's where I kept my work, go ahead 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 with hella steez, 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 shallow, damn, she could be my perfect wife!

[Hook]

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 dollar 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, bitch? I heard you go to FIDM

What up, bitch? 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

[Verse 2]

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 mustache

The music's fuckin' lame, he lookin' like a muskrat

Trust that, co-sign it, take it it to the bank

You can put a pig in makeup but you can't disguise a skank

I'm sharper than a shank and my marijuana 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 painter hoes is mad at me!

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