Rich (part. Standly)

Ah-ah-ah
And if I get rich
Let’s do it again

Slow down, babe, let’s take it slow
Where no one can see us
You got me feeling high, I don’t even know
Like I’m on Percocet

Look—Look—Look at me and tell me if you want me to dance for you
I want a little kitty, come on, babe, drop it
Drop it, 'cause I want you to dance for me

And if I get rich, I want you by my side
I see it in your eyes, let’s do it again
When I become a millionaire
I’m gonna buy you that bling-bling
I want to take off all your jeans, jeans
And if you want to leave the country, let’s go to Paris, get ready for me

Let’s go to Paris or Barcelona
Doesn’t matter, baby, I’m the one who ignites you
Thick girl, don’t leave me here alone
I like that little cut you got

You’re just how you want to be, and I don’t want anything else
If you want me to dance, I’m gonna get close
Babe, tell me if you want to take off and wake up somewhere else
My girl, I saw you

Do you remember, babe, when I took off those jeans, jeans?
In the tropics, your tropical gin, gin
So, babe, get ready for me
Are you for me or for who?

I’m for her, I’m for another
You—you—you got me wanting you, it shows
You got me wanting you, and it shows (if I’m behind, it bounces)

And if I get rich, I want you by my side
I see it in your eyes, let’s do it again
When I become a millionaire
I’m gonna buy you that bling-bling
I’m gonna take off all those jeans, jeans
And if you want to leave the country, let’s go to Paris, get ready for me

You raise my temperature
You my NBA girl
So hot, so turned on (to do it again)
She comes and goes

Babe, with that fine look, oh
That Gucci matches you while I sip on some wine
Chillin’ smoking a kilo (Haha)
When I remembered back in the TBT
When I danced with you, never forgot you

Let’s do it again
You-you and I, let’s go
Far away, where no one saw us
We’re on fire, killing it

And if I get rich, I want you by my side
I see it in your eyes, let’s do it again
If I become a millionaire
I’m gonna buy you that bling-bling

I want to take off all your jeans, jeans
And if you want to leave the country, let’s go to Paris
And if I get rich, I want you by my side
I see it in your eyes, let’s do it again

When I become a millionaire
I’m gonna buy you that bling-bling
I’m gonna take off all those jeans, jeans
And if you want to leave the country, let’s go to Paris, get ready for me