Crisis

[Rich Chigga]

Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6

Think 'bout money, then 'bout this

I got nothin' on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your b*tch (ayy, ayy, ayy)

Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)

Yessiree I did, ayy

Got that a** on me

Sound like I'm from New York City

Airbnb go f*ck in it

She know that I do the music

(Music)

Always cook at home

I'm trying to save up

Trying to do my friends some favors

Gave her head, she facing backwards

(Backwards)

Ay

27 shows, I go through cities every now and then

I watch the crowd, they jumping, watching me (watching me)

Cut, cut to days ago, I'm just a kid

Not old enough to smoke a cig

They wonder, "What's the recipe?" (Ay, recipe)

They want me to call home, I can hear the drum roll

But understand I'm out here for a reason

L-living in my own home, father miss me I know

But also he know that I'm on a mission (mission)

[21 Savage]

I got diamonds on my fist and shit

Diamonds on my wrist and shit

So icy, b*tch, I'm colder than a freezer (bling-blaow)

My main b*tch b*tching (21), side b*tch tripping

B*tch I love ya'll both but none of ya'll ain't no keepers

I leave, Rolls Royce look like Jeepers Creepers (21)

Made a million dollars with Adidas (21)

Might have to take a nigga off my beeper

Take this shit to trial, nigga, I'm gon' beat it

Spilt my lean, it got me heated

Say it one time, I don't repeat it

Baby, get down on your knees and eat it

(Eat it, eat it, eat it)

Walking out of Louis V with the big boss

Yeah I pulled the Saint Laurent, I made a pit stop

Young Savage walk around with the big Glock (21)

With that .30 hanging out, nigga that's hip hop (facts)

Car too fast, 12 can't stop me (skrrt)

B*tch too bad, hoes can't (.....) me

You was running from the smoke, nigga, not me

Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, nice (.....)

[Rich Chigga]

Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6

Think 'bout money, then 'bout this

I got nothing on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your b*tch (ay, ay)

Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)

Yessiree I did, ayy

She act like a bird

I wear shit made out of fur

Your man say he getting money

Claim that he's entrepreneur

Fast car like Fast & Furious

She throw it back, Delorean

I'm sitting in somebody's BMW recording this

Not my whip, not my whip

Rather walk or take a lift

On a trip, I hit the strip

That made me sad and then I dip

Ay, Brian learning how to live it (damn)

People round him going circles

Head is spinning with no fidget

(Recipe)

Used to play the drums though

Never liked the [no-no?]

Lil' Brian didn't see the bigger picture

Rap on my own beats so

My hundred percent goes

Straight to my lil pockets and I keep it

Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6

Think 'bout money, then 'bout this

I got nothing on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your b*tch (ay, ay)

Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)

Yessiree I did, ayy

Got that a** on me

Sound like I'm from New York City

Airbnb go f*ck in it

She know that I do the music

(Music)

Always cook at home

I'm trying to save up

Trying to do my friends some favors

Gave her head, she facing backwards

(Backwards)

Ay