RNB

作词 : Adolph Thornton, JR./Megan Thee Stallion/Jordan Houston/Willie Hutch

作曲 : Adolph Thornton, JR./Megan Thee Stallion/Jordan Houston/Willie Hutch

(Play me some pimpin', man)

Baby

Baby, baby, baby

Oh, baby (Baby)

Uh-huh

Yeah, yeah, it's Dolph

(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the **** up")

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich b***h shit (Skrrt)

You can't talk to my girl, she a rich b***h b***h

Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich b***h list (Told you)

Black ass b***h, quarter mil' on his wrist (Hey)

Black ass b***h with a bad ass b***h (Uh)

I went got the bag and now everything lit (Uh)

I went got the bag and now everything lit (For real, though)

I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (Yeah)

Verse 1: Young Dolph

Ten toes, stayed down (Yeah), real hustlin' (Yeah)

Cut a couple niggas' water off, but still love 'em (**** 'em)

Young b***h, big heart (Big), big d**k (Big)

G-Wagen or the double-R, which truck?

Ball hard for the days when I didn't have it (Ayy)

She bad as a mother****er, but she still ratchet (Ayy)

Started in South Memphis, ended up in a mansion (Ayy)

Ain't no stylist needed here, crazy with the fashion (Uh-huh)

I'm just poppin' my shit, nah, I ain't braggin' (Yeah, yeah)

Pickin' up bags all in Paris (Yeah, yeah)

Flood my neck out with some carats (Uh)

My young niggas the neighborhood terrorists

Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (Skrrt)

You can't talk to my girl, she a rich b***h b***h

Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich b***h list (Told you)

Black ass b***h, quarter mil' on his wrist (Hey)

Black ass b***h with a bad ass b***h (Uh)

I went got the bag and now everything lit (Uh)

I went got the bag and now everything lit (For real, though, yeah)

I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion

Please don't wish me well if you used to give me hell

B*****s send they last to fake it when it's free to be real, huh

Please don't come and tell me 'bout no story that you heard

This is not Sesame Street, I do not kick it with no birds, ah

Brown skin b***h in a black Lam' swervin' (Black Lam' swervin')

I just blew a bag on all-black Birkin (On an all-black Birkin)

I think that I might be way too real of a b***h (Way too real of a b***h)

Ayy, he told me watch my mouth, I told him, "B***h, watch your kids," huh

This that rich b***h shit, if it ain't, then he ain't lookin' (He ain't lookin')

You can't take my heart from me with your cleanin' or your cookin' (Or your cookin', b***h)

Drive my Phantom through the hood on some boss shit, ayy (Skrrt)

You can't **** my man 'cause he with a rich b***h (Ah)

Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (Skrrt)

You can't talk to my girl, she a rich b***h b***h

Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich b***h list (Told you)

Black ass b***h, quarter mil' on his wrist (Hey)

Black ass b***h with a bad ass b***h (Uh)

I went got the bag and now everything lit (Uh)

I went got the bag and now everything lit (For real, though)

I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (Yeah)

I went got the bag and now everything lit (The bag)

I went got the bag and now everything lit (The bag)

I went got the bag and now everything lit (The bag)

I went got the bag and now everything lit (Woo)

Shit, rocks around my neck, they match the ones that's on my 'fit (Damn)

Seen a girl from high school in traffic, blew her a kiss (What up?)

Too rich for a broke nigga, baby, nah, we don't mix

I got bad b*****s comin' by the twos like a Twix

Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (Skrrt)

You can't talk to my girl, she a rich b***h b***h

Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich b***h list (Told you)

Black ass b***h, quarter mil' on his wrist (Hey)

Black ass b***h with a bad ass b***h (Uh)

I went got the bag and now everything lit (Uh)

I went got the bag and now everything lit (For real, though)

I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (Yeah)