Experience the high-energy vibes of Playboi Carti with 'Rich & Reckless,' a dynamic anthem about stacking up cash, living the high life, and keeping it real in the streets. This track captures the essence of luxurious living and street hustle combined with Carti's signature style.
Intro:
(Ayy, yeah-yeah, what, yeah-yeah, woo!)
Chorus:
Rich boy, stackin' up the paper, that's a fact (yeah)
Foreign whip, speedin', ain't no turnin' back (skrrt-skrrt)
Bad bitch by my side, ridin' in the Maybach (woo)
Too many figures, I ain't ever goin' back (never that, yeah)
Verse 1:
Countin' all my money, feel like Bezos with the stacks (cash)
Diamonds drippin' on me, they be lookin' like some snacks (bling)
Got these haters mad, yeah, they always wantin' that (wantin' that)
But they ain't on my level, nah, they never gettin' that (no way)
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands, runnin' through these checks (checks)
Shorty so bad, put her in a new Patek (new Patek)
Racks on racks, I be livin' with no stress (no stress)
Pull up in the Lambo, leave 'em all impressed (skrrt)
Chorus:
Rich boy, stackin' up the paper, that's a fact (yeah)
Foreign whip, speedin', ain't no turnin' back (skrrt-skrrt)
Bad bitch by my side, ridin' in the Maybach (woo)
Too many figures, I ain't ever goin' back (never that, yeah)
Verse 2:
Too much money, I can't see the bottom (bottom)
In the penthouse suite, all I do is pop 'em (pop 'em)
Livin' life fast, got no brakes, I ain't stoppin' (nope)
Killer on the beat, like a sniper, I'm knockin' (pop)
Money comin' in, yeah, it's flowin' like a stream (flow)
Iced out chain, you can see the bling gleam (bling)
Got no time for fakes, only real in my team (real)
From the bottom to the top, livin' out the dream (dream)
Chorus:
Rich boy, stackin' up the paper, that's a fact (yeah)
Foreign whip, speedin', ain't no turnin' back (skrrt-skrrt)
Bad bitch by my side, ridin' in the Maybach (woo)
Too many figures, I ain't ever goin' back (never that, yeah)
Bridge:
Killin' all these tracks, like I'm playin' Call of Duty (brr)
Flexin' on 'em heavy, got the Louis and the Gucci (Gucci)
Money, cars, girls, man, it's like a movie (movie)
Goin' full throttle, can't nobody really move me (nah)
Outro:
Rich boy, stackin' up the paper, that's a fact (yeah)
Speedin' through life, ain't no lookin' back (skrrt)
Bad bitch, foreign whip, I got it like that (woo)
Too much cash, yeah, I'm never goin' back (never that, yeah)
(Ayy, yeah-yeah, what, yeah-yeah, woo!)
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getting money, fucking bitches, too much money, foreign whip, killing niggas
Playboi Carti