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rich the kid - greedy lyrics

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[hook: jeremih]
i don’t wanna get greedy
she only calls when she needy
got bands in the duffle
i count paper, don’t read it
call me mister big shot
i hit then won’t stop
doing big, can’t stop
she only calls when she needy
[verse 1: jeremih]
let me pick and roll, say you want the play play
want a fix huh? slide in your playground
all she know is big business, all i know is gettin’ in it
i walk through some doors, just bought the coupe, no ceilings
nah, i ain’t tryna just spend it, but f-cked around and threw rain here
all i know is we runnin’, forrest gump into the money
told her, “it’s bedtime” wrist on wristw-tch
she said, “daddy don’t stop” leave the band on my spot
nope, they talkin’ in the street, some are chasin’ that summer breeze
face on a wall like mona lisa, clap that -ss, don’t need no audience
so cold, leave the summer [?], hope you ain’t on no teasin’ teasin’
so fine you ain’t gotta sneak her, kick a little then we get to sneakin’

[hook: jeremih]
i don’t wanna get greedy
she only calls when she needy
got bands in the duffle
i count paper, don’t read it
call me mister big shot
i hit then won’t stop
doing big, can’t stop
she only calls when she needy
i don’t wanna get greedy
she only calls when she needy
got bands in the duffle
i count paper, don’t read it
call me mister big shot
i hit then won’t stop
doing big, can’t stop
she only calls when she needy

[verse 2: rich the kid]
she be callin’, she fiendin’, four in the mornin’, she need it
you a fool when you eat it, my flex on her for no reason
i’m in paris, she freakin’, neck cold, wrist freezin’
waterslide, she leakin’, straight to f-ckin’, ain’t speakin’
from the bottom, got this sh-t out the street, i was hustlin’, made a mili a week
overseas, on a jet for the cheese, fifteen hundred just for my jeans
all she know is big business, flexin’ up ’cause i’m winnin’
copped the foreign a new bentley, she wanna peel with that [?]
why they hatin’, pull up lamborghini, model b-tches out the magazine
lil’ foreign put on for the team, makin’ money, you can’t intervene
one hundred, i can never switch up, too foreign, got my trunk in the front
bad b-tch, give her d-ck and a blunt, too greedy, talkin’ ’bout what you want
rich!

[hook: jeremih]
i don’t wanna get greedy
she only calls when she needy
got bands in the duffle
i count paper, don’t read it
call me mister big shot
i hit then won’t stop
doing big, can’t stop
she only calls when she needy
i don’t wanna get greedy
she only calls when she needy
got bands in the duffle
i count paper, don’t read it
call me mister big shot
i hit then won’t stop
doing big, can’t stop
she only calls when she needy

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