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Rich Amiri – WHAT IT COST Lyrics

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The track was recorded and first previewed on March 1st, 2023. It was previewed twice that day on live and via an Instagram group chat. An updated version of the track was previewed August 13th, 2023 with an extended intro and an overall different pitch.

WHAT IT COST Lyrics by Rich Amiri

[Intro]
Don’t know nothing ’bout no old money
Got a whole lot of new money, though
Talk your shit, bitch
Chase shit, bitch, 2023, you feel me?

[Chorus]
Killin’ these niggas, got blood on my shank
Rollin up ganja, I’m smokin’ on dank
Monkeys bananas, they goin’ insane
Swervin’ the Urus and scrapin’ the paint
Christian ho pray to me just like a saint
Chop up the brain in the Bentley Mulsanne
Wake up, get money, a nigga routine
I want that money, give a fuck ’bout the fame
Walk in the BnB, ho on the floor
She on that molly or rollin’ on dope
Probably on Hemi like it’s ’44
Calling up Jenny to give me the throat
Grippin’ my shoulders and touchin’ her toes
Cullinan curtains inside of the Rolls
Blowin’ my burner, she doin’ the most
New Richard Mill’, what it cost? Huh

[Verse]
Say, Rich Amiri a boss, huh
Fendi my body, I floss, huh
Never would see me at Ross
I’m up in LA eating good In-N-Out, huh
388, it be loud, I’ma show what I’m ’bout, it was never a drought
I got these baby bottles full of Codeine and a couple strippers in the house, huh
Hey, hop off a jet and I hop in a coupe
I went through TSA, I had a Glock, hid that bitch right in my shoe
Rollie sittin’ on my wrist, I got ice, nigga, I’m cool
Propane right on my hip, I got fire, so do what you do, bitch
Dick in her mouth, leavin’ her tooth-less
I’m a real nigga, I’m handlin’ business, I don’t gotta prove shit, bitch
Sell out the show, nigga, I’m too lit
Sell out, then fuck on your ho, nigga, you too hit

[Chorus]
Killin’ these niggas, got blood on my shank
Rollin up ganja, I’m smokin’ on dank
Monkeys bananas, they goin’ insane
Swervin’ the Urus and scrapin’ the paint
Christian ho pray to me just like a saint
Chop up the brain in the Bentley Mulsanne
Wake up, get money, a nigga routine
I want that money, give a fuck ’bout the fame
Walk in the BnB, ho on the floor
She on that molly or rollin’ on dope
Probably on Hemi like it’s ’44
Calling up Jenny to give me the throat
Grippin’ my shoulders and touchin’ her toes
Cullinan curtains inside of the Rolls
Blowin’ my burner, she doin’ the most
New Richard Mill’, what it cost? Huh



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