whats in it - rich amiri lyrics
[intro: rich amiri]
blatt, yeah (shh, shh)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: rich amiri]
y’all n*ggas broker than broke (broke)
my n*ggas richer than rich (let’s go)
my brodie takin’ the oath (oath)
if he get caught, then he pleadin’ the fifth (uh*huh)
i went and copped me a glock (glock)
then i went copped me a switch (bop, bop, bop)
i do not stop for the cops, nope (yeah)
pushin’ it, two eighty*six (yeah, yeah)
pockets, they filled up with cash (cash)
look at your pockets, it’s lit (uh*huh)
fives and tens when i’m in the strip (the strip)
in the club, throwin’ your rent (the club)
vibes, they comin’ and eatin’ the d*ck (uh*huh)
kick her out, she throw a fit (wow)
ride the coupe, it got five percent tint (wow)
i bet you can’t see what’s in it (nope)
[verse 1: dom corleo]
i got a model ho, huh (model ho)
h*ll yeah, i’m f*ckin’ that b*tch (yeah)
she gon’ throw it back on the d*ck (she gon’ throw it back on the d*ck)
i’ma pull up and i hit (yeah)
and i ain’t gon’ my f*ckin’ crib
unless i came with a stick (unless i’m totin’ the stick)
yeah, i rock balenciaga with my rick hoodie
i get flyer than a b*tch (yeah, i get flyer than a b*tch)
’cause i know that they ain’t f*ckin’ with my swag (woah, woah, woah)
i told the chauffeur, “go and get my bag” (woah, woah, woah)
i got a b*tch, so you can’t hold my hand (yeah)
get on your knees and go ‘head, do your thing (yeah)
suckin’ the d*ck, yeah, she gon’ blow that sh*t (blow)
i roll it up and i get high as sh*t (i get high)
i’m f*ckin’ with you ’cause you broke as sh*t (d*mn)
i cut her off ’cause she a broke lil’ b*tch (you broke, b*tch)
[chorus: rich amiri]
y’all n*ggas broker than broke (broke)
my n*ggas richer than rich (let’s go)
my brodie takin’ the oath (oath)
if he get caught, then he pleadin’ the fifth (uh*huh)
i went and copped me a glock (glock)
then i went copped me a switch (bop, bop, bop)
i do not stop for the cops, nope (yeah)
pushin’ it, two eighty*six (yeah, yeah)
pockets, they filled up with cash (cash)
look at your pockets, it’s lit (uh*huh)
fives and tens when i’m in the strip (the strip)
in the club, throwin’ your rent (the club)
vibes, they comin’ and eatin’ the d*ck (uh*huh)
kick her out, she throw a fit (wow)
ride the coupe, it got five percent tint (wow)
i bet you can’t see what’s in it (nope)
[verse 2: dom corleo & rich amiri]
look in this ho and you can’t see
undercover on my d*mn jeans
b.b, yeah, it’s on my new mink
i don’t think that they get fly like me
i don’t think they gettin’ fly as he, yeah (yeah)
oh yeah, i ball like kareem (yeah)
put up the three and it’s wet like sea (let’s go)
grippin’ the cup, i can’t spill my lean (poppin’ them—)
[verse 3: rich amiri]
poppin’ them pills like a godd*mn fiend, got a moncleezy (oh yeah)
brand new season, for no reason, it get chilly (oh, woah)
when we link, she eat my s*m*n, yeah, you feel me
ridin’ ’round with my steely
no, i won’t let them k!ll me
no, i won’t let— (go)
[chorus: rich amiri]
y’all n*ggas broker than broke (broke)
my n*ggas richer than rich (let’s go)
my brodie takin’ the oath (oath)
if he get caught, then he pleadin’ the fifth (uh*huh)
i went and copped me a glock (glock)
then i went copped me a switch (bop, bop, bop)
i do not stop for the cops, nope (yeah)
pushin’ it, two eighty*six (yeah, yeah)
pockets, they filled up with cash (cash)
look at your pockets, it’s lit (uh*huh)
fives and tens when i’m in the strip (the strip)
in the club, throwin’ your rent (the club)
vibes, they comin’ and eatin’ the d*ck (uh*huh)
kick her out, she throw a fit (wow)
ride the coupe, it got five percent tint (wow)
i bet you can’t see what’s in it (nope)
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