lirik lagu richie re - a f w m (remix)
a f w m (remix) lyrics
[intro: richie re]
can buy myself a f~ckin’ bag
n~gga (i get on your nerves, dre?)
what’s inside the bag?
[chorus: richie re]
don’t buy me no bag, n~gga (uh)
that ain’t nothin’ to brag, n~gga (uh, uh)
just give me the racks, n~gga (come here)
just give me the cash, n~gga (brr)
[verse 1: richie re]
yeah, it’s richie
every new day, i’m drippy (drippy)
rich~ass b~tch in fenty (hah, fenty)
thousand hits like jiffy (ooh, ooh)
gang sh~t, who with me? (ooh)
bully the game like 50 (yeah, hey)
don’t do hoes, too iffy (nah)
bl!cky tucked in my titties (blaow)
blaow, don’t make me shoot at you hoes (blaow, blaow)
my n~gga come in, he drop off a ten (yeah)
i know what to do with the loads (come here)
can tell by the lens in front of the benz (what?)
sh~t that i’m doin’ is big (big)
ice on my neck and my wrist (wrist)
play money like i’m a kid (monopoly)
these b~tches mad, oh, your feelings hurt? (your feelings hurt?)
’cause i keep sh~ttin’ on ’em, don’t no nutraburst (b~tch, you need nutraburst)
i don’t want your n~gga (what?), b~tch, i had him first (you know it)
if it ain’t cash in the bag, i don’t want the purse, it’s richie (f~ck outta here)
[chorus: richie re & stunna 4 vegas]
don’t buy me no bag, n~gga (uh)
that ain’t nothin’ to brag, n~gga (uh, uh)
just give me the racks, n~gga (come here)
just give me the cash, n~gga (brr)
oh, you like them regular hoes? (ew)
you like them dusty b~tches?
you know that i’m self~made (get the f~ck outta here)
ain’t none of ’em f~ckin’ with me
let’s go
these b~tches ain’t f~ckin’ with me
ain’t f~cking with me
these b~tches ain’t f~ckin’ with me
nah, ain’t f~ckin’ with me (4x, n~ggas can’t f~ck with big 4)
[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas]
uh, these boys can’t f~ck with the 4 (uh~uh)
i slam his ho on the low (yeah)
he hot, put one in his bro (come here, b~tch)
we slide, it’s murder she wrote (boom)
i hide my gun in my coat (boom, boom, boom)
my money blue like a loc (uh)
i fill my lungs up with smoke (gang)
opp pack, i’m smokin’ your folks (4x)
he get took down like a note (uh)
i’m rich, but still actin’ poor (b~tch)
i’m sick, just pour me a four (drank)
lil’ bro stand with that fire by the door (bah)
play, i press a n~gga, remote (come here)
off him
get him a coffin
i drop that bag, they chalkin’
[chorus: richie re]
don’t buy me no bag, n~gga (uh)
that ain’t nothin’ to brag, n~gga (uh, uh)
just give me the racks, n~gga (come here)
just give me the cash, n~gga (brr)
oh, you like them regular hoes? (ew)
you like them dusty b~tches?
you know that i’m self~made (get the f~ck outta here)
ain’t none of ’em f~ckin’ with me
let’s go
these b~tches ain’t f~ckin’ with me
ain’t f~cking with me
these b~tches ain’t f~ckin’ with me
nah, ain’t f~ckin’ with me
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