Rich Amiri - ILLUMINATI lyrics
Rich Amiri [Amiri Dexter Chase] Boston/Randolph, Massachusetts, U.S 🇺🇸
[Rich Amiri - ILLUMINATI lyrics]
I'm on that Percocet, no, I can't stop it
Prada on my collar
Had to take a trip to Follies
All the bad bitches fuckin' with me
Gettin' cocky
Knockin' off shit, can't tell a nigga
"Stop it"
Talk about cash, gon' get a nigga started
Can't pick up the phone, bitch
I'm somewhere in the Islands
Started getting dough
People say I'm Illuminati pull up in a Ford
Then I'm flyin' in a private
I don't want the doors on the Bentley
I'ma chop 'em bentley or the Ghost? In the
Belly of the bottom
Barely got sick on the Addy I swallowed
On a G6, nigga flyin' like a Fallow
Told the ho "Lick, " I don't want no el gato
Inside the Rolls look likе a space shuttle
I'ma just take him off, I ain't gon' tusslе
Bought her some rocks
She thinkin' I love her
Walked in, 23 tucked
Niggas ain't none, they tryna keep up
Goyard stuffed like I robbed
The Brink's truck
Pour me up more, I ain't say it was enough
Green-ass hoes stay flockin' like doves, yeah
Never ever give 'em my trust
Probably gon' put my trust in a dub
I won’t even touch that bitch, she a dub
Yeah told my woe, "Take 'em off" yeah
"Take 'em off, " yeah
Thanksgiving, pockets stuffed
Double stuffed, yeah
I ain't ever seen a bitch
Act like this before, yeah
Poured a four, I still want some more
(Thanks, Zuko)
I'm on that Percocet, no I can't stop it
Prada on my collar
Had to take a trip to Follies
All the bad bitches fucking with me
Gettin' cocky
Knockin' off shit, can't tell a nigga
"Stop it"
Talk about cash, gon' get a nigga started
Can't pick up the phone, bitch
I'm somewhere in the Islands
Started getting dough
People say I'm Illuminati pull up in a Ford
Then I'm flyin' in a private
I don't want the doors on the Bentley
I'ma chop 'em bentley or the Ghost? In the
Belly of the bottom
Barely got sick on the Addy I swallowed
On a G6, nigga flyin' like a Fallow
Told the ho "Lick, " I don't want no el gato
Inside the Rolls look like a space shuttle
I'ma just take him off, I ain't gon' tussle
Bought her some rocks
She thinkin' I love her
Prada on my collar
Had to take a trip to Follies
All the bad bitches fuckin' with me
Gettin' cocky
Knockin' off shit, can't tell a nigga
"Stop it"
Talk about cash, gon' get a nigga started
Can't pick up the phone, bitch
I'm somewhere in the Islands
Started getting dough
People say I'm Illuminati pull up in a Ford
Then I'm flyin' in a private
I don't want the doors on the Bentley
I'ma chop 'em bentley or the Ghost? In the
Belly of the bottom
Barely got sick on the Addy I swallowed
On a G6, nigga flyin' like a Fallow
Told the ho "Lick, " I don't want no el gato
Inside the Rolls look likе a space shuttle
I'ma just take him off, I ain't gon' tusslе
Bought her some rocks
She thinkin' I love her
Walked in, 23 tucked
Niggas ain't none, they tryna keep up
Goyard stuffed like I robbed
The Brink's truck
Pour me up more, I ain't say it was enough
Green-ass hoes stay flockin' like doves, yeah
Never ever give 'em my trust
Probably gon' put my trust in a dub
I won’t even touch that bitch, she a dub
Yeah told my woe, "Take 'em off" yeah
"Take 'em off, " yeah
Thanksgiving, pockets stuffed
Double stuffed, yeah
I ain't ever seen a bitch
Act like this before, yeah
Poured a four, I still want some more
(Thanks, Zuko)
I'm on that Percocet, no I can't stop it
Prada on my collar
Had to take a trip to Follies
All the bad bitches fucking with me
Gettin' cocky
Knockin' off shit, can't tell a nigga
"Stop it"
Talk about cash, gon' get a nigga started
Can't pick up the phone, bitch
I'm somewhere in the Islands
Started getting dough
People say I'm Illuminati pull up in a Ford
Then I'm flyin' in a private
I don't want the doors on the Bentley
I'ma chop 'em bentley or the Ghost? In the
Belly of the bottom
Barely got sick on the Addy I swallowed
On a G6, nigga flyin' like a Fallow
Told the ho "Lick, " I don't want no el gato
Inside the Rolls look like a space shuttle
I'ma just take him off, I ain't gon' tussle
Bought her some rocks
She thinkin' I love her