[TV Intro: Jimmy Fallon]
Making his TV debut performing "RNP" from his upcoming project The Lost Boy with a little help from Anderson .Paak and The Roots, give it up for YBN Cordae!
[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & YBN Cordae, Both]
Come on, New York City, Come on!
One of y'all, y'all, gon' be messin' with me (Oh, what the-, wha-uh, come on)
I got two bad broads gon' be rubbin' my feet (Oh, what the-, uh, come on)
I got three young shooters down to bust out the heat (Oh, what the-)
And oh, y'all ain't got nothin' on me (Yeah, hey)
Not one of y'all, y'all, gon' be messin' with me
I got two bad misses gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young shooters down to bust out the heat
And oh, y'all ain't got nothin' on me
[Verse 1: YBN Cordae]
Uh, ok, put your, uh, hands up, this the, uh, anthem
Smiling 'cause I'm young, rich, black, and I'm handsome
Not to mention wealthy, body on her healthy
Young millionaire, what really can you tell me? Smell me?
Boy, that's Chanel cologne
I'm in Europe with the tourists with no cellular phone
She like-
[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak and YBN Cordae]
Ooh, sound like rich brother problems (Uh-huh)
I hit a bad chick with a fistful of condoms
And the randomness, like risky ménages
Hit the head right, she can get what she wanted (Uh-huh)
The spits, then flaunt it, my drip like a faucet
She told me she was prego, I ain't even take the mother, mother ____ out my pocket, yeah
Making his TV debut performing "RNP" from his upcoming project The Lost Boy with a little help from Anderson .Paak and The Roots, give it up for YBN Cordae!
[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & YBN Cordae, Both]
Come on, New York City, Come on!
One of y'all, y'all, gon' be messin' with me (Oh, what the-, wha-uh, come on)
I got two bad broads gon' be rubbin' my feet (Oh, what the-, uh, come on)
I got three young shooters down to bust out the heat (Oh, what the-)
And oh, y'all ain't got nothin' on me (Yeah, hey)
Not one of y'all, y'all, gon' be messin' with me
I got two bad misses gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young shooters down to bust out the heat
And oh, y'all ain't got nothin' on me
[Verse 1: YBN Cordae]
Uh, ok, put your, uh, hands up, this the, uh, anthem
Smiling 'cause I'm young, rich, black, and I'm handsome
Not to mention wealthy, body on her healthy
Young millionaire, what really can you tell me? Smell me?
Boy, that's Chanel cologne
I'm in Europe with the tourists with no cellular phone
She like-
[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak and YBN Cordae]
Ooh, sound like rich brother problems (Uh-huh)
I hit a bad chick with a fistful of condoms
And the randomness, like risky ménages
Hit the head right, she can get what she wanted (Uh-huh)
The spits, then flaunt it, my drip like a faucet
She told me she was prego, I ain't even take the mother, mother ____ out my pocket, yeah
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