Crisis

[Chorus: 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 bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)
Yessiree I did, ayy.

[Post-Chorus: Rich Chigga]
Got that ass on me
Sound like I'm from New York City
Airbnb, gon' fuck in it
She know that I do the music (music)
Always cook at home, I'm tryna to save up
Tryna do my friends some favors
Gave her head, she facin' backwards (backwards, ayy)

[Verse 1: Rich Chigga]
27 shows, I go through cities every now and then
I watch the crowd, they jumpin', watchin' me (watchin' me)
Cut, cut to days ago
I'm just a kid not old enough to smoke a cig
They wonder, "What's the recipe?" (Ayy, recipe)
They want me to come home, I can hear the drum roll
But understand I'm out here for a reason
Li-livin' in my own home, father miss me I know
But also he know that I'm on a mission (mission)