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rich the kid - wrong thing lyrics

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

[chorus: rich the kid]
got the rolls royce, it’s a truck (it’s a skrrt)
count a half a million dollars in the cut (half a what?)
got a lil’ blonde b-tch tryna f-ck (tryna f-ck)
all these hoes on me ’cause i ran it up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i just copped a skelly, it’s a ap
i just met the plug, he in beijing (plug)
put some ice on her, now she skating (skating)
yeah, she think i love her, it’s the wrong thing

[verse 1: rich the kid]
bet i press the b-tton and it start up (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
n-ggas, they be cappin’, they can’t flex like us (cap)
pull out the bentley, brought the porsche out (what?)
your b-tch, she ugly, my b-tch iced up (hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
i could teach you lil’ n-ggas how to make a mil’ (make a mil’)
all my n-ggas rich, but why they trappin’ still? (why they trappin’ still?)
boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (signed the wrong deal)
i might just start trippin’, took the wrong pill
b-tch, you ain’t a boss, you just a worker (you just a worker)
ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle (in my circle)
you n-ggas talkin’ like them hoes do (like them hoes do)
the ap, it got dancers (rich)

[verse 2: nav]
copped the lambo, it’s a truck (vroom)
poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (in my gut)
she got real hair, fake -ss, i’m tryna f-ck (tryna f-ck)
she want the brown boy ’cause i run it up (run it up)
i might cop a richard worth a milli’
some people in my city wanna k!ll me (k!ll me)
my shooter got a forty and it’s filthy (filthy)
and he gon’ hold the charge if he guilty (guilty)
countin’ money, don’t you ever count me out (yeah)
i could get you pure cocaine in a drought (in a drought)
smokin’ gas, propane in my mouth (in my mouth)
talkin’ facts, i’ll take racks over clout (i’ll take racks)

- rich the kid lyrics

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