[Intro] If you know me know this ain't my feng shui Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume Talking crazy, I pull up andele R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate
Public Service Announcement Where all my rich niggas at man? MIGO!
[Hook: Takeoff] Broke niggas stand to the left My rich niggas stand to the right Lil' mamma, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!) Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night Hit it with the left, hit with the right Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night Beat it with the left, beat it with the right Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night
[Verse: Takeoff] If you know me know this ain't my feng shui Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume Talking crazy, I pull up andele R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate Pocket rocket fire, watch him disintegrate It's a truckload coming on the interstate Sirloin steak all on my dinner plate Your main bitch say she wanna make a sex tape Rich nigga, I could never be a broke nigga (rich nigga) Broke niggas I can never get along with them! Always been hated since a little nigga (always) It's forever pussy nigga gotta deal with it (rich nigga!)
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[Verse: Quavo] Float like a butterly, sting like a bee Rumble young nigga rumble! Lil' mamma want a nigga like me in the sheets Ice cube knock it out like Deebo Now who's that talking that gangsta shit? Somebody gonna kick your ass When I walk up in the club I better make a thunderstorm Let them know that this a whole lot of cash Rich niggas on the right all night (rich nigga) Broke niggas to the left by yourself (brokanese) Now who the hell just said that the roof on fire? Call 911 like Wyclef
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[Verse: Offset] I'm a rich nigga, I don't like a bitch nigga Nigga broke nigga, I don't deal with you All of my niggas, official, My bitches they strippers My niggas they criminals trying to get to the M&Ms If your bitch is so innocent, why she sucking my children Last time I asked I dine and dashed and bitch I go in the building Bad bitch make it clap, let me know ya Young rich nigga on the couch talking to Oprah Bottles in the VIP while I stand on the sofa I don't speak your language, Brokanese, I thought I told ya These bitches they be smokin' on hookah, my nigga ballin' like Hoosiers Geeked up in the Double R, I scare ya bitch, Freddy Krueger Freddy Vermeulen
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
