RNP

作词 : Cordae Dunston/Brandon Paak Anderson/Jermaine Cole

作曲 : Cordae Dunston/Brandon Paak Anderson/Jermaine Cole

One of y'all niggas gon' be ****ing with me

I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet

I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat

And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me

Ooh, not one of y'all niggas gon' be ****ing with me

I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet

I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat

And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me

Uh, okay, put your ****ing hands up, this the ****ing anthem

Smiling 'cause I'm young, rich, black, and I'm handsome

Not to mention wealthy, ass on a healthy

Young millionaire, what the **** can you tell me? Smell me?

Nigga, that's Chanel cologne

I'm in Europe with the tourists with no cellular phone

Like ooh, sound like rich nigga problems

I hit a bad bitch with a fistful of condoms

And the randomness of risky ménages

Like get the head right, she can get what she wanted

The spits, then flaunt it, my drip like a faucet

She told me she was prego,

I ain't even take the mother****ing plug out my pocket, yeah

The opposite

She want me to fly her, so I copped a jet

Must be thinkin' I'm a one way ticket on a runway

Drippin' in my feng shui, sippin' on a sundae

One of y'all niggas gon' be ****ing with me

I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet

I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat

And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me

Ooh, not one of y'all niggas gon' be ****ing with me

I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet

I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat

And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me

I bought a Moncler coat for the times we were broke

I'ma wear it in the summer on LeBron James boat

Front row? Duh, bro, we don't sit on nosebleeds

Ain't your pockets obese? They won't fit in those seats

Ayy, we like a cold team, nigga, Shaq and Kobe

Like back in '03, I was only like 6

****, I was like 16, but I can give a sixteen

I can make a nigga scream, that's a bit extreme

I got a thick bald bitch, I call her Ms. Clean

My drip frosty like Halls and Listerine

We all all-stars, you hardly sixth string

Yeah, I had to ball hard to harvest these dreams

Swear to God, me too, no Harvey Weinstein

The coupe was lime green, my wrist was blinding

We party in South Beach, Ferraris and blue cheese

What does that even mean? Nigga, just let the hook sing

One of y'all niggas gon' be ****ing with me

I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet

I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat

And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me

Ooh, not one of y'all niggas gon' be ****ing with me

I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet

I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat

And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me