Cordae, Anderson .Paak - RNP lyrics

One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 fucking hands up
This the fucking anthem
Smiling 'cause I'm young, rich, black
And I'm handsome
Not to mention wealthy, ass on her healthy
Young millionaire
What the fuck 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 spit's, then flaunt it
My drip like a faucet
She told me she was prego, I ain't even
Take the motherfuckin' dick 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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
Shit, I was like 16, but I can give a sixteen
I can make a bitch 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
Fuck does that even mean? Nigga
Just let the hook sing

One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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