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Red Oh my God, Ronny Sit on the couch, ho Pimp shit intro to outro Rich and I'm shallow, spit like thinkin' I might choke Drink like Cinco de Mayo Tints on the ride home, bitch, I've been tryna hide Pop shit like Prince or a Michael All white whip, it's albino By no means I'ma quit, I'ma die on top Pop-pop to the enemy Shot with a cop-cop tendency Hot like I got-got felony Gotta to be a dog, top, top, top pedigree Give me top-top in the top-top mezzanine While my opener on, right-right in front of me Gotta fuck three for the night to be fun to me Swipe, swipe, check the price, all on me Homie is the best, strap to your chest like, like dungaree Enemy, I hold smoke, bro, I'm chim-chimney I'm Soho living, but I'm homegrown mentally I'm so-so wise that the homies tryna get like me My bro-bro from Brooklyn, he call his Timbs Timothy A boatload of women like we goin' on a trip Don't trip, 'cause my bro's clip so-so finicky Letras de cancionesThe slo-mo fuckin' with the cold-cold Hennessy Put me at peace like when KC and JoJo sing to me What the fuck? By 9 p.m. I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck) Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck) I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich (Fuck) Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck) Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck) When she get to toppin', I Big Mac the bitch (Fuck) I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich She fuck like a celebrity more than me, uh-huh I gotta repeat if she freak-freak, uh-huh I never cheat-cheat but I see three of 'em T-T, she call me T, I'm the boss and shit Pray to that motherfucker like it's a cross and shit G, Gs, C, Cs all on her bag and shit Smack that ass, now it's redder than some MAGA shit Stuntin' like my daddy when I'm snappin' at the mic Trigger-happy, kitty-catty on my lap, I got the mice Nice fanny pack, I got a couple K and that's light "Baby, did you really make a inde milli'?" That's right (Yeah) All the women pretty, more petty than that Chameleon with everything because I really adapt I line 'em up and I'm like Kanye and 50 in the Rolling Stone Head to head to head to head to head to head to head Treat the homies like a bread knife, break bread I be tryna count the bread 'til I'm braindead Fresh, so clean, I do what Andre said Baby, I ain't from Atlanta, I look like a bank-head Head of the bank offices, credit with great confidence 'Bout to cop the presidential, I never debate politics Henny, I'm eight bottles in Baby, I'm faded, take me to bed where the runway model is Fuck, what time is it? 'Cause What the fuck? By 9 p.m. I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck) Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck) I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich (Fuck) Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck) Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck) When she get to toppin', I Big Mac the bitch (Fuck) I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich From Letras Mania