lirik lagu rich the kid – running threw it
walking with that rollie cost a fifty
b-tches want to f-ck me, i got millys
then i made, know they hate it said i wouldn’t do it
i trap that pack i got that sack and now i’m running threw it
walking with that rollie cost a fifty
b-tches want to f-ck me i got millys
then i made, know they hate it said i would do it
i trap that pack i got that sack and now i’m running threw it
she said that she f-ck with the new me
i f-ck that b-tch in my coupe
you stupid you kissing that groupie
pouring the foreign, with a doubie
i was riding through the six
i got a trunk full of bricks
i got a robber no chris
flexing hard take a pic
f-cking your b-tch and i smash
look at my rollie, like cash
im walking around with a bag
my foreign ain’t got paper tags
got a pool like i’m drake
got a mansion on a lake
rich n-gg-, eatin steak
chasin money always late
look at the time on the watch
i f-ck it you eating the box
f-ck it, im losing the top
f-ck it im doing the dab on em
hollywood [?]
i’m a fiend for that money
walking with that rollie cost a fifty
b-tches want to f-ck me, i got millys
then i made, know they hate it said i wouldn’t do it
i trap that pack i got that sack and now i’m running threw it
walking with that rollie cost a fifty
b-tches want to f-ck me i got millys
then i made, know they hate it said i would do it
i trap that pack i got that sack and now i’m running threw it
you just be talking the trap
i hit a b-tch like a bat
f-ck it you eating the [?]
rich forever on the map
i put them rings on my fingers
birds sing like singer
i got them [?] like [?]
i used to trap out the beeper
f-cking that b-tch from the back
she give me top like a hat
sticking my d-ck in yo cat
my bloods, they bagging like blaat
i might off with your sack
im taken they know me for that
walking with too many racks
old money like a cadillac
i did a show in bermuda
she riding the d-ck like a scooter
pop a molly i’m a buddha
money trapper, scary, freddy kreuger
i be running through the money
always prayers like easter sunday
i was broke, jug the hunnid
money [?], what i wanted
walking with that rollie cost a fifty
b-tches want to f-ck me, i got millys
then i made, know they hate it said i wouldn’t do it
i trap that pack i got that sack and now i’m running threw it
walking with that rollie cost a fifty
b-tches want to f-ck me i got millys
then i made, know they hate it said i would do it
i trap that pack i got that sack and now i’m running threw it
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu ludmilla – bom
- lirik lagu 3c live – send your rain
- lirik lagu sandy – ponto final (ao vivo no teatro municipal de niterói)
- lirik lagu jon pardi – out of style
- lirik lagu riff raff – chris paul
- lirik lagu jake bugg – bitter salt
- lirik lagu rich the kid feat. migos – real deal (feat. migos)
- lirik lagu the game – for the homies (feat. micah and payso)
- lirik lagu el perro del mar – breaking the girl
- lirik lagu vimic – my fate