Rich Amiri - what you want lyrics
Rich Amiri [Amiri Dexter Chase] Boston/Randolph, Massachusetts, U.S 🇺🇸
[Rich Amiri - what you want lyrics]
(james shut the fuck up)
I already know what you want
You want a Gucci fanny, Saint Laurent
Walk in with racks, I'm talkin bout tons
That boy he lame and he broke he a bum
Boy Im too hot like i sit in the sun
AK with mags, I walk in with drums
I hit him twice and I bet that he done
I Bet that he done uh, walk
In im smelling like runtz, uh
Glocky it's packing a punch, uh
My little bitch got a dump, truck
Hit from the back but that buns up
Say that u should put your guns up
Tell that lil bitch shut the fuck up
Toolie im keeping it tucked, bruh
Ridin round town the police on my ass
I can't fuck with that bitch she ain't bad
Boy im getting too rich getting bad
Run to the loot, need that cash
Boy i need that cash
Need that cash, boy I need that fucking cash
Yea
Need that cash, boy I need that fucking cash
Yea
Need that cash, boy I need that fucking cash
Yea need that cash, boy I need that fucking
I already know what you want
You want a Gucci fanny, Saint Laurent
Walk in with racks, I'm talkin bout tons
That boy he lame and he broke he a bum
Boy Im too hot like i sit in the sun
AK with mags, I walk in with drums
I hit him twice and I bet that he done
I Bet that he done uh, walk
In im smelling like runtz, uh
Glocky it's packing a punch, uh
My little bitch got a dump, truck
Hit from the back but that buns up
Say that u should put your guns up
Tell that lil bitch shut the fuck up
Toolie im keeping it tucked, bruh
(Toolie im keeping it)
I already know what you want
You want a Gucci fanny, Saint Laurent
Walk in with racks, I'm talkin bout tons
That boy he lame and he broke he a bum
Boy Im too hot like i sit in the sun
AK with mags, I walk in with drums
I hit him twice and I bet that he done
I Bet that he done uh, walk
In im smelling like runtz, uh
Glocky it's packing a punch, uh
My little bitch got a dump, truck
Hit from the back but that buns up
Say that u should put your guns up
Tell that lil bitch shut the fuck up
Toolie im keeping it tucked, bruh
Ridin round town the police on my ass
I can't fuck with that bitch she ain't bad
Boy im getting too rich getting bad
Run to the loot, need that cash
Boy i need that cash
Need that cash, boy I need that fucking cash
Yea
Need that cash, boy I need that fucking cash
Yea
Need that cash, boy I need that fucking cash
Yea need that cash, boy I need that fucking
I already know what you want
You want a Gucci fanny, Saint Laurent
Walk in with racks, I'm talkin bout tons
That boy he lame and he broke he a bum
Boy Im too hot like i sit in the sun
AK with mags, I walk in with drums
I hit him twice and I bet that he done
I Bet that he done uh, walk
In im smelling like runtz, uh
Glocky it's packing a punch, uh
My little bitch got a dump, truck
Hit from the back but that buns up
Say that u should put your guns up
Tell that lil bitch shut the fuck up
Toolie im keeping it tucked, bruh
(Toolie im keeping it)