MADONNA & RIHANNA Rich Amiri
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[Chorus]
Ayy
Right when I hop off a jet, I'ma take a Patek, I'ma flood it with diamonds (Flood it with diamonds)
Wrist water, stones blindin', can't even tell what the time is (Tell what the time is)
Bad lil' white ho look like Madonna, Black ho look like Rihanna, uh (Oh yeah)
Shippin' them birds over the sea, then I go jump in a charter, uh (No cap)
Please don't think you fuckin' on me without fuckin' my gang too, uh (Gang too)
Go'n 'head, come up out your funds, we takin' your chain too, huh (Chain too)
I'm in a SVJ, it's red, it's blue, it look like a bruise, uh (Skrrt)
I'm in the 404 with a bad-ass bitch from the 352, yeah (352)
[Verse]
You would've thought it was NASCAR the way I'm swervin' the coupe, uh (Swervin' the coupe)
You would've thought it was NASCAR the way I'm swervin' the coupe, uh (Swervin' the coupe)
Stick and move, yeah, 12 ain't catchin' nothin', uh (For real)
I ain't duckin' smoke, no way, light up the function
I got a fever, where the red at? Where the fuck my meds at? (Meds at)
Pussy tried to step back, I'm gon' push his head back (Head back)
Met the bitch last week, she talkin' 'bout money, go 'head, dead that (Dead that shit)
Rounds up in the clip, it hold a hundred, yeah, catch that (Pssh)
Pat Mahomes, I'm throwin' the bomb
Free my partners up out the slammer
Whippin' white, that good Alabama
I fuck her face and took her to dinner
Nigga a troll, he think shit all jokes, but really, I wanna kill him
I'm a real dope dealer, I'm a real fashion spiller (Killer)
Ayy
Right when I hop off a jet, I'ma take a Patek, I'ma flood it with diamonds (Flood it with diamonds)
Wrist water, stones blindin', can't even tell what the time is (Tell what the time is)
Bad lil' white ho look like Madonna, Black ho look like Rihanna, uh (Oh yeah)
Shippin' them birds over the sea, then I go jump in a charter, uh (No cap)
Please don't think you fuckin' on me without fuckin' my gang too, uh (Gang too)
Go'n 'head, come up out your funds, we takin' your chain too, huh (Chain too)
I'm in a SVJ, it's red, it's blue, it look like a bruise, uh (Skrrt)
I'm in the 404 with a bad-ass bitch from the 352, yeah (352)
[Verse]
You would've thought it was NASCAR the way I'm swervin' the coupe, uh (Swervin' the coupe)
You would've thought it was NASCAR the way I'm swervin' the coupe, uh (Swervin' the coupe)
Stick and move, yeah, 12 ain't catchin' nothin', uh (For real)
I ain't duckin' smoke, no way, light up the function
I got a fever, where the red at? Where the fuck my meds at? (Meds at)
Pussy tried to step back, I'm gon' push his head back (Head back)
Met the bitch last week, she talkin' 'bout money, go 'head, dead that (Dead that shit)
Rounds up in the clip, it hold a hundred, yeah, catch that (Pssh)
Pat Mahomes, I'm throwin' the bomb
Free my partners up out the slammer
Whippin' white, that good Alabama
I fuck her face and took her to dinner
Nigga a troll, he think shit all jokes, but really, I wanna kill him
I'm a real dope dealer, I'm a real fashion spiller (Killer)
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