Top Songs By Rich The Kid
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Performer
Famous Dex
Performer
Jay Critch
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Davaughn
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey, aye
[Verse 2]
I gotta smoke up the onion
Cookie beat a **** head, concussions
I just be talkin' to money, me and that bread be having discussions
I remember when she ain't want me, VVS's on me, now that bitch bustin'
I had to hit me a lick, you thought it was lean, but it was the 'Tussin
Thought it was, she gon' do the gang, all of us
She off a Xan', party bus
Shooters in the cut, don't start 'em up
Pull up to the spot, shoot the party up
My pockets was low but I got 'em up
My **** on go, ain't no stoppin' us
I got me some dough, now she poppin' up
I pour me a four in pineapple Crush
[Verse 3]
I pour me a three in a peach Crush
She sippin' my lean now she geeked up
The girl of your dreams is a eater
Rocket on me, **** don't try to sneak up
Too boring, why she think that I need her?
Two foreigns, bitch I need me a visa
She staring like she Mona Lisa
Ice glaring, came out of the freezer
The diamonds fighting like Goku and Frieza
No shorty, I don't want you, or need you
How you ballin'? See you up in the bleachers
I'ma hit a stain, my **** they bleach you
LV, put it all on my sneakers
Healthy, smokin' on the best reefer
In the Ghost lookin' like the Grim Reaper
On the road, she give brain like teachers
[Verse 4]
I gotta smoke up the onion
Cookie beat a **** head, concussions
I just be talkin' to money, me and that bread be having discussions
I remember when she ain't want me, VVS's on me, now that bitch bustin'
I had to hit me a lick, you thought it was lean, but it was the 'Tussin
Thought it was, she gon' do the gang, all of us
She off a Xan', party bus
Shooters in the cut, don't start 'em up
Pull up to the spot, shoot the party up
My pockets was low but I got 'em up
My **** on go, ain't no stoppin' us
I got me some dough, now she poppin' up
I pour me a four in pineapple Crush
[Verse 5]
Pour a four down in the big Blue
Ice on me like a fuckin' igloo
Big dog, **** no Blues Clues
Break your bitch, I'ma give her back too
Ooh, rappers they broke and they salty
Lean in the morning like coffee
She got a Birkin, she bossy
My neck is so wet like a faucet
**** on the internet flexing
Lookin' at my pockets, they pregnant
I just might pull out the Bentley
Now that I'm worth a few milli'
In the kitchen, but the stove broke
I was hustling for a bankroll
Blue cheese all hundos
She on my back like a camel
[Verse 6]
I gotta smoke up the onion
Cookie beat a **** head, concussions
I just be talkin' to money, me and that bread be having discussions
I remember when she ain't want me, VVS's on me, now that bitch bustin'
I had to hit me a lick, you thought it was lean, but it was the 'Tussin
Thought it was, she gon' do the gang, all of us
She off a Xan', party bus
Shooters in the cut, don't start 'em up
Pull up to the spot, shoot the party up
My pockets was low but I got 'em up
My **** on go, ain't no stoppin' us
I got me some dough, now she poppin' up
I pour me a four in pineapple Crush
[Verse 7]
Huh, purse in the car, she can party up
Got money in my pockets, yeah big bucks
Rich Forever, they can't fuck with us
That AP my wrist, put the Rollie up
Wait, hop in the back of that Maybach
Flexin' so hard, man I know they can't take that
Can't fuck or take me an alley rat
Flex with your chain, some of my shooters will snatch that
Smoke out the onion, **** talk but really ain't gettin' no money, huh
I came from nothing to something, pop me two pills
My heartbeat jumping, huh
Oh what? Huh
Fuck your lil' bitch on a date, huh
I might just bust in her face, huh
I got that money on me, tell that lil' bitch I'll buy her Celine
[Verse 8]
I gotta smoke up the onion
Cookie beat a **** head, concussions
I just be talkin' to money, me and that bread be having discussions
I remember when she ain't want me, VVS's on me, now that bitch bustin'
I had to hit me a lick, you thought it was lean, but it was the 'Tussin
Thought it was, she gon' do the gang, all of us
She off a Xan', party bus
Shooters in the cut, don't start 'em up
Pull up to the spot, shoot the party up
My pockets was low but I got 'em up
My **** on go, ain't no stoppin' us
I got me some dough, now she poppin' up
I pour me a four in pineapple Crush
Written by: Dimitri Roger, Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr., Jason Critchlow