RNB (feat. Megan Thee Stallion)
Play me some pimpin' man
Baby
Baby, baby, baby
Oh, baby (baby)
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, it's Dolph
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f- up"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich- (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she a rich-
Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich - list (told you)
Black -, quarter mil' on his wrist (hey)
Black - with a bad - (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (for real, though)
I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (yeah)
Ten toes, stayed down (yeah), real hustlin' (yeah)
Cut a couple-couple water off, but still love 'em (f- 'em)
Young n-, big heart (big), big n- (big)
G-Wagon or the double-R, which truck?
Ball hard for the days when I didn't have it (ayy)
She bad as a motherf-, but she still ratchet (ayy)
Started in South Memphis, ended up in a mansion (ayy)
Ain't no stylist needed here, crazy with the fashion (uh-huh)
I'm just poppin' my s-, nah, I ain't braggin' (yeah, yeah)
Pickin' up bags all in Paris (yeah, yeah)
Flood my neck out with some karats (uh)
My young n- the neighborhood terrorists
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich- (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she a rich-
Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich list (told you)
Black -, quarter mil' on his wrist (hey)
Black - with a bad - (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (for real, though, yeah)
I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (yeah)
Please don't wish me well if you used to give me hell
N- spend they last to fake it when it's free to be real, huh
Please don't come and tell me 'bout no story that you heard
This is not Sesame Street, I do not kick it with no birds, ah
Brown skin b- in a black Lam' swervin' (black Lam' swervin')
I just blew a bag on all-black Birkin (on an all-black Birkin)
I think that I might be way too real of a - (way too real of a b-)
Ayy, he told me watch my mouth, I told him, "-, watch your kids," huh
This that rich -, if it ain't, then he ain't lookin' (he ain't lookin')
You can't take my - from me with your cleanin' or your cookin' (or your cookin)
Drive my Phantom through the hood on some rich -, ayy (skrrt)
You can't f- my - 'cause he with a rich - (ah)
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich - (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she a rich -
Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich - list (told you)
Black -, quarter mil' on his wrist (hey)
Black - with a bad - (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (for real, though)
I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (yeah)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (the bag)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (the bag)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (the bag)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (woo)
Rocks around my neck, they match the ones that's on my 'fit (damn)
Seen a girl from high school in traffic, blew her a kiss (what up?)
Too rich for a broke -, baby, nah, we don't mix
I got bad - comin' by the twos like a Twix
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich - (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she a rich -
Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich - list (told you)
Black -, quarter mil' on his wrist (hey)
Black - with a bad - (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (for real, though)
I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (yeah)
Baby
Baby, baby, baby
Oh, baby (baby)
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, it's Dolph
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f- up"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich- (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she a rich-
Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich - list (told you)
Black -, quarter mil' on his wrist (hey)
Black - with a bad - (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (for real, though)
I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (yeah)
Ten toes, stayed down (yeah), real hustlin' (yeah)
Cut a couple-couple water off, but still love 'em (f- 'em)
Young n-, big heart (big), big n- (big)
G-Wagon or the double-R, which truck?
Ball hard for the days when I didn't have it (ayy)
She bad as a motherf-, but she still ratchet (ayy)
Started in South Memphis, ended up in a mansion (ayy)
Ain't no stylist needed here, crazy with the fashion (uh-huh)
I'm just poppin' my s-, nah, I ain't braggin' (yeah, yeah)
Pickin' up bags all in Paris (yeah, yeah)
Flood my neck out with some karats (uh)
My young n- the neighborhood terrorists
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich- (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she a rich-
Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich list (told you)
Black -, quarter mil' on his wrist (hey)
Black - with a bad - (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (for real, though, yeah)
I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (yeah)
Please don't wish me well if you used to give me hell
N- spend they last to fake it when it's free to be real, huh
Please don't come and tell me 'bout no story that you heard
This is not Sesame Street, I do not kick it with no birds, ah
Brown skin b- in a black Lam' swervin' (black Lam' swervin')
I just blew a bag on all-black Birkin (on an all-black Birkin)
I think that I might be way too real of a - (way too real of a b-)
Ayy, he told me watch my mouth, I told him, "-, watch your kids," huh
This that rich -, if it ain't, then he ain't lookin' (he ain't lookin')
You can't take my - from me with your cleanin' or your cookin' (or your cookin)
Drive my Phantom through the hood on some rich -, ayy (skrrt)
You can't f- my - 'cause he with a rich - (ah)
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich - (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she a rich -
Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich - list (told you)
Black -, quarter mil' on his wrist (hey)
Black - with a bad - (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (for real, though)
I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (yeah)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (the bag)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (the bag)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (the bag)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (woo)
Rocks around my neck, they match the ones that's on my 'fit (damn)
Seen a girl from high school in traffic, blew her a kiss (what up?)
Too rich for a broke -, baby, nah, we don't mix
I got bad - comin' by the twos like a Twix
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich - (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she a rich -
Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich - list (told you)
Black -, quarter mil' on his wrist (hey)
Black - with a bad - (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (for real, though)
I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Willie Hutch, Adolph R. Thornton, Megan J. Pete
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