Rich Friend On Read

[Verse 1]
He pulled up in that midnight, doors swing wide
Wosh in the back seat, grinning on the side
You the one he talk about when y’all off-line
“Bro, she different, I might make her mine” (yeah)
He got money, got muscles, got pearly teeth
But when he left the room, you were close to me
Laughing at my jokes, knees almost touch
I ain’t dumb, I can feel that rush
[Chorus]
Your rich good looking friend on read
But you still blowing up my DM instead
Saying you bored in his big old bed
Got a view of the town, but me in your head
Yeah, your rich good looking friend on read
You don’t wanna fall for the hype he spread
All that shine, but you text me instead
Guess the glow that you want ain’t green, it’s red (it’s me)
[Verse 2]
Table for three, but it feel like two
He flex watches, you just watch me move
He talk brands, I talk plans, real cheap shoes
But you nod every time like you know what’s true
He buy you diamonds, I buy you fries
Still you licking the salt off your fingers, locked in my eyes (uh)
He pay the bill, I pay attention
You say “ride or die,” I’m in the sentence
[Chorus]
Your rich good looking friend on read
But you still blowing up my DM instead
Saying you bored in his big old bed
Got a view of the town, but me in your head
Yeah, your rich good looking friend on read
You don’t wanna fall for the hype he spread
All that shine, but you text me instead
Guess the glow that you want ain’t green, it’s red (it’s me)

rap, Hybrid trap-pop beat with bouncy hats and gliding bass, mid-tempo. Male vocals switching from laid-back conversational rap in the verses to melodic, catchy topline in the hook. Sparse keys in the first verse, then synth plucks and airy pads bloom in the chorus. Subby low end and ad-libs stack in the second half for a confident, radio-ready feel., rich, pop