RNP

Lyrics: Cordae Dunston/Brandon Paak Anderson/Jermaine Cole Music: 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