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rich the kid - go up lyrics

[intro]
run that money counter, baby
ayy, who the f-ck is narquise?

[chorus: roddy ricch & rich the kid]
i told my dawg put these keys inside of the mattress
b-tch, i’ma ball like i’m ai, i ain’t never gotta practice
i want a whole lot of jacksons
that n-gg- p-ssy, he an actress
i’m rich forever, everlasting
my sh-t together, i been havin’ it
and my diamonds dance like i’m michael jackson
i got them racks in, my pockets gon’ go up, go up
my diamonds all wet, don’t throw up
hoppin’ on a jet, gon’ go up
a n-gg- talk about rich, gon’ go up (woo)
they been sayin’ that the price gon’ go up (ayy, yeah)

[verse 1: rich the kid]
talkin’ ’bout a check, i show up (what?)
pour the hi-tech, i show up (lean)
b-tch, i’m in the bentley doin’ donuts (skrrt)
got the audemar froze up
i got the lam’ doors goes up (huh?)
she a freak, she f-ck both us (what?)
for the ghost, got a chauffeur (chauffeur)
why you cuffin’? you don’t know her (woo, woo)
why you cappin’? you ain’t rich, b-tch (rich, b-tch)
in the mall, i ain’t spend sh-t (spend sh-t)
cut her off ’cause she ain’t meant sh-t (huh?)
you been flexin’, but it’s rented (woo, woo)
and you know my prices way up (way up)
slim b-tch, she got d cups (d cups)
lil’ foreign wanna eat up (eat up)
lot of foreigns when you see us (rich)

[chorus: roddy ricch]
i told my dawg put these keys inside of the mattress
b-tch, i’ma ball like i’m ai, i ain’t never gotta practice
i want a whole lot of jacksons
that n-gg- p-ssy, he an actress
i’m rich forever, everlasting
my sh-t together, i been havin’ it
and my diamonds dance like i’m michael jackson
i got them racks in, my pockets gon’ go up, go up
my diamonds all wet, don’t throw up
hoppin’ on a jet, gon’ go up
a n-gg- talk about rich, gon’ go up
they been sayin’ that the price gon’ go up

[verse 2: roddy ricch]
i’ve been rockin’ my white ice, rolls royce
codeine, now my price been goin’ up
a n-gg- just landed in florida, huh
i’m ’bout to call all the zoes up
we ain’t chose this life, f-ck, sh-t, this sh-t done chose us
i wanna pull up in maybach, i wanna pull out the rolls truck
f-ckin’ that b-tch with her toes up
i got the cheese like a cold cut
slide in aventador
with the glock in the middle, i just put the doors up
ain’t got a mentor
they know i’m big homie every time i roll up
i got a style with no stylist
knocked a couple b-tches workin’ at follies
and i just flew my b-tch first cl-ss out of dallas, yeah, yeah
i’m off the molly, n-gg-, i’m booted
glock in the timmy and i’m ’bout to shoot it
and i told my migo get them loads in
feelin’ like gunna, ’bout to speed up, huh
try to ride my wave, can’t keep up, yeah, yeah, yeah

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