Bryson Tiller
Rich Boy
[Intro]
Hey, hey
Hey (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Come to where you at so you don't gotta drive
Busy through the week, you need some off time
Patek on your wrist, now we got all the time we need
Makin' up for lost time (Yeah)
Ever since you cut ties with your ex and put him on ice
Yesterday's price ain't the same price
We be drippin' in that fabric, that fashion
Got you lit, and now we matchin'
They be tryna split the ticket with you, lackin', they slackin'
Put you on and now you tapped in

[Chorus]
Tapped in with a rich boy sellin' that, yeah
Throw some Ds
Bad bitch, yes, she with me
Bagged it up, double C
She's with, she's with rich boy who
Throw some Ds
Accent is overseas
Savage, yes, energy
She's with—, she's with—
[Verse 2]
Big bank, ran it up, PJ to Atlanta (Huh)
Just bought a Lamb' truck
He went ghost on you, I put you in Phantoms (Wait)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Do the most for you, I do it at random
He a joke to you, should be doin' stand up
He don't put spend it on you (Huh), hold that shit for ransom
If you don't fuck with broke n***as, ladies, this your anthem

[Chorus]
Rich boy sellin' that, yes
Throw some Ds
Bad bitch, yes, she with me
Bagged it up, double C
She's with, she's with rich boy who (Yeah, yeah)
Throw some Ds
Accent is overseas
Savage, yes, energy
She's with—, she's with—

[Outro]
I'll spend it on you, tonight, ayy
I'll spend it on you, tonight (Woah)
Yes, I know what you like (Rich)
I bet I know what you like (Like)
Rich boy sellin' that—