Lyrics:
tours rayé sur le pick-up
Oui mon cher
J'adore ça oui mon cher
Cliff Richard, Presley, Gene Vincent et James Dean
Vivre un souvenir bercé par
We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cartier eye
I'm
at my watch and it's a Richard and it's green, yeah
I'm still smokin' on that good, know I'm blowin' out the steam, yeah
You wouldn't even believe
(Radio voice)
(Hook)
Don’t ever look back no
Don’t ever look back no
Don’t ever look back no
(Oh oh oh)
All I know
Is the things I’m reaching for
and tires
Super dope, I play my part
Stick together, can't tear us apart
We bring life to the party
You the Richard Mille, I'm a Carti
You the Richard
Wop
Murda
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (burr)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm
him strictly Bezos
'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes
Old niggas hatin' on the young niggas, damn
Young niggas wildin' out, beefin' on the 'Gram
I
Y'all know what's goin' on
21 Gang 'til I'm gone
4L Gang 'til I'm gone
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon'—
Roll the window down, stick
my Richard Millie
I just finished my tour, what a wonderful feelin'
I got inside my bag and got out my feelings
I'm out my feelings
Hey there
From Elvis Presley to Marilyn
Cassius Clay to Billy the Kid
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
From Jackie O to J.F.K.
Little Richard and Lady
Hello i'm Richard Roses
And I'm here to help you relax
You've been stressed out about your day-to
Day and traditional sleep techniques
Like drinking
Secretary of the Treasure
Richard Pryor, Minister of Education
Stevie Wonder, Secretary of FINE arts
And Miss Aretha Franklin, the First Lady
Are you out
don't trust these folk
I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)
These niggas, yeah, yeah, know I'm the GOAT
St. Regis, 27th floor
I'm
since a kid, I was just a adolescent
I done ran up a Richard Millie, I can't stop finessin'
Gotta practice what I preach, I'm buyin' my bitch baguettes
of you (you)
My pretty woman in a ballgown
I'm Richard Gere in a tux
Getting married in a courthouse
Writing vows in a rush
Making out before
Calvin,
Klein's, no friend of mine, I told you Pryor,
Richard, switch it all around now you admire
"My Adidas" was a hit in eighty-six it made me dollars
on the floor
Came up from the block, sellin' the rawest coke
You might OD off this shit, nigga, it ain't never enough
Richard Mille cost a house, it ain't
Yeah
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash
rumors, I feel the hate
But, I'm okay, I'm young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)
Either way, I'm gon' be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
are looking down on some people
And trying to be humble with that
There is no need to be humble
Dsho on the beat
Extra, extra, read all about it
M.
having motions can't fight this switch better pray to god cause he hit i run it up
im good on love cause i'm on drugs you moving exotic pound tell
diamonds on my Cartis (Cartis), I see you niggas lame (lame)
I'm in Miami Garden with a Richard Mille plain (Richard Mille plain)
I'm a seed, you can't put
Count the cash while my lil' bitch bounce her ass (bounce that ass)
Richard Mille cost one-fifty, that's your stash (that's your stash)
Poppin' shit
don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga
Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them bitches
All about my riches, my name should be Richard
Cut
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