- 21 Savage Rich Nigga Shit 歌詞
- 21 Savage
- This worlds all about money and pussy
And you need to figure that out And once you figure that out Youll be better off with life Metro Boomin want some more, nigga Rich nigga shit I do a lot of Nigga, we be sippin out the bottle I be fresh as hell, rocking Prada Hoppin out the PJ with a model Swimmin in the baddie, tryna drown Every nigga with me got style I wont put a watch on unless it cost a hundred thou I want all the money and the pound She took me for granted, even when I tried to show her the better me I did the '69' with her friend, I be prayin to God she dont tell on me Used to ride more than nine nigga head in the colony Percocet got me floating like a butterfly But I sting you like a bumblebee Saint Laurent the only thing I put on my back Off-White jeans look like cooked crab I call the Porche stomach, cause the shit snap Gave my girl a dub, now her butt fat You might take your women to the Louie store My bitches be askin 'Wheres Chanel at?' I know you see them crosses, yeah, thats chrome hearts All this water on me, where the whales at? Stores in the ceilin, Im where God at This supercharged whine like the carmat Savage got a whole lotta hits, dawg I be droppin bombs like Baghdad Rich nigga shit I do a lot of Nigga, we be sippin out the bottle I be fresh as hell, rocking Prada Hoppin out the PJ with a model Swimmin' in the baddie, tryna drown Every nigga with me got style I wont put a watch on unless it cost a hundred thou I want all the money and the pound Ive been in the vault with the gold in the back No longer Im a dawg cause she told you a rat Ayy, baddie, bad Porsche swervin right round in In the town with the pipes out the back Yeah , they be lyin with the Five hundred racks I aint even take the Rolls Royce truck back Bought the new one with the stars and the wheelbase strecthed You open up the door, but you aint gotta close it back Everything electric baby, everything a blessing Keep a ring and a Rollie for your next bitch Niggas riding round the tryna split shit I been ridin round with router call it stick shift When I eat I got a Goyard handkerchief Kilo mamma on her knees, and I I can get em knocked off with a finger lift Rich nigga shit I do a lot of Nigga , we be sippin out the bottle I be fresh as hell, rocking Prada Hoppin out the PJ with a model Swimmin in the baddie, tryna drown Every nigga with me got style I wont put a watch on unless it cost a hundred thou I want all the money and the pound
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