Rich Bitch Lullaby

Gucci
Louie
Fendi
Prada
Dulce
Gabbana
Armani
Versace
(yeah, yeah)
You gotta give it to me give it to me
Lans
Get it together…
You gotta give it to me give it to me
Lans!
Get it together
You gotta give it to me give it to me give it to me, give it to me…
Ya gotta give it to me to get with me
Lans!
Get it together
Verse 1 (Lansky)
I get that you’re gorgeous, you’re gorgeous
Wonder how much money i would need to afford this
Probably need a beemer or a bentley or a fortress
Been about a week, in my studio apartment
I ain’t have heat, and they just turned off the water
The shower, and the toilet, and the sink, outta order
I’d be left with you and your stank ass
I ain’t tryna cut corners, wanna go the straight path
Make cash, legal route
Till a nigga regal in the meantime
Are you fine with pizza, or you peacing out?
Slim frame, but look at that thing when she turn around
But what chu bring other than that there, what you all about?
Always caked up, the contour makeup
Cover ya acne, you live in meatpacking, ya
Wanna start acting, well when is that happening?
When’s the next casting call, I’m only asking?
Why when we talking, you on your phone snapping
On twitter with the puppy filter instagram thing
Where do they make these chicks
Who say «I hate a basic bitch»
Then basically they do the same shit
Fine as hell, why the fuck ya attitude so nasty
The city got the best broads, how you know Lansky?
I know about my city like a cabbie
They should put a nigga in a taxi!
Chorus (Lansky + Wiki):
Gucci
Louie
Fendi
Prada
Dulce
Gabbana
Armani
Versace
(yeah, yeah)
You gotta give it to me give it to me
Lans
Get it together…
You gotta give it to me give it to me
Lans!
Get it together
You gotta give it to me give it to me give it to me, give it to me…
Ya gotta give it to me to get with me
Wik!
Get it together
Verse 2 (Wiki)
All the girls rude to me at the boujie club
They be in the Louie V, you know the boujie ones?
They don’t know that I rap, and got no jewelry on
So they treat me like crap, shit I got blue jeans on
Shoulda threw the coogi on
When the right person dap me up
They ask me, where they knew me from?
Full 360, pushin up her titties
Jumped up, gripped me, «I always had a crush on you lil wiki!»
I remember back in the day, it was a fact
You never fucked with no one that was ya age
But now, everything changed huh
Now I’m hot shit, even with the shirt stain, huh?
I see through you like a window pane, ma
Drained the bank account, off the caine, huh?
Can tell what you about, what you made of
But I could hardly see your face, through that make up!
It’s all caked up, she ain’t got no cake, what!
She’s so fake, she might as well get that fake butt
Now she talkin how she work at Marc Jacobs
How she gets discounts, she could take us
Girl, I don’t give a shit to be straight up
And I ain’t tryna go bak to your place hun
Damn
Might just go home now
By the way
Ain’t Lil Wiki, bitch I’m grown now
Chorus (Lansky + Wiki):
Gucci
Louie
Fendi
Prada
Dulce
Gabbana
Armani
Versace
(yeah, yeah)
You gotta give it to me give it to me
Wik
Get it together…
You gotta give it to me give it to me
Lans!
Get it together
You gotta give it to me give it to me give it to me, give it to me…
Ya gotta give it to me to get with me
Get it together!