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Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oscar Cornejo
Oscar Cornejo
Recording Engineer
ForeignGotEM
ForeignGotEM
Producer
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer

Texty

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (M-M-M-Murda) Fuck a bitch with my mask on (Mask on) I ain't broke, I got racks on (Racks) And the pussy was whack, sent her back home (Back home) Tell my bitch, "Don't hit me on the trap phone" (What?) Put a bitch in a jet or a big old boat Want a bag for the pussy, then it must be dope (Must be dope) Airport with a gun, I forgot I tote (I forgot I tote) Why I spent seven racks on a Louis coat? (Rich) She say the pussy is power Give me head when I'm fresh out the shower (Give me head) Bitch fuck me for an hour Your bitch smell like clam chowder (Clam) I'm in the club with the firepower I took his lil' bitch, now he super sour (Super sour) Young nigga ball like Dwight Howard (Dwight) Young nigga high like a real tower Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, pop a Molly, I sweat (Sweat) I'ma fuck my lil' bitch on a big old jet (Big old jet) I ain't did no show, I need a big old check (Big old check) Back to the trenches we go, for sure (Go) My plug got za for the low (Za) I ain't even tryna rap no more Niggas fake, where the real ones go? (The real ones go) We used to trap out the hotel, motel (Trap, trap) Now we sell albums for retail (Retail) I could be selling that fish scale, fish scale (Fish scale, fish scale) Check in my bio for details (Details) Niggas livin' for the clout, I get it (I get it) He'd die to be on Akademiks Gettin' money like I motherfuckin' print it In the Maybach, can't see in it (Skrrt, skrrt) Roll out the red carpet when I'm walkin' (Walkin') Baby mama broke, just stalkin' (Stalkin') This is my real life, ain't just talkin' (Talkin') I put a half a milli' in a coffin (Coffin) 'Cause I sleep with the money, I'ma die with the money (Die with the money) Always laughin', but ain't shit funny (Ha) Big old bankroll, ain't no twenties (Rich) Fuck a bitch with my mask on (Mask on) I ain't broke, I got racks on (Racks) And the pussy was whack, sent her back home (Back home) Tell my bitch, "Don't hit me on the trap phone" (What?) Put a bitch in a jet or a big old boat Want a bag for the pussy, then it must be dope (Must be dope) Airport with a gun, I forgot I tote (I forgot I tote) Why I spent seven racks on a Louis coat? (Rich) Eighteen-wheeler, I'm gettin' my mack on Told that bitch to bring that ass so it could come get smacked on Granny hated my dogs and she was mad I was bringin' that cat home Chief Sosa be standin' up straight just like a backbone You old lil'-ass nigga (Huh?), your breath still got Similac on Ask my brothers, on my brothers, bitch, I've been the backbone Bitch, tryna call me like tryna call a saxophone Fuck I look like, an intern? (Huh?) Chief So' don't answer phone (No, no, no) She like, "Big head, you just actin' funny 'cause your bread got long" Bitch, I'm on the phone with Elon 'bout a Tesla megadome (Beep) These hoes know that I got mega-cock, so I get megadome She was tryna suck my peepee ever since my dreads got long House so big (Huh?), a nigga gotta talk through the megaphone (Brrt) Yo (Yo) Yo (Yo, yo) Ayy, Tadoe Tadoe Tadoe be like Tadoe be like Ridin' through the hundreds, the slums with the drums (Drums, huh?) We ain't barbecuin', but she at my door with buns (Buns) Boy, you look like twin, your ass is snitchin', boy, you're done (Done) Why the fuck the SWAT team at the door about some guns? ('Bout some guns) If you in the 'Raq, just keep a sticky on the run (Run) Keep a sticky 'cause when shit get sticky, you can't run (Run) If them blue and whites get behind you, niggas better run (Skrrt) Money got me doin' some shit that I never done
Writer(s): Dimitri Roger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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