Rich The Kid - Plain Jane (feat. Kanye West) lyrics
Rich The Kid [Dimitri Leslie Roger] College Park, Georgia, U.S.
Kanye West/Ye [Kanye Omari West] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rich The Kid - Plain Jane feat. Kanye West lyrics]
(Yeah, yeah)
I let security pull up for you (Yeah, yeah)
I'm the only nigga take a bullet for you (Yeah, yeah)
Plain jane, I don't even do the bust down (Yeah)
(Skip got that bounce, it go crazy)
I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt)
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag)
Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks)
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts)
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
And my pockets blue cheesе and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch ain't minе, she owned by the streets
Going out sad, that can't be me (Me)
Pussy real good, but it come with a fee (Fee)
He got a Lamb', but it come with a lease (Skrrt)
Look at my neck and wrist on fleek (On fleek)
Chopper bullets sting like a bumblebee (Baow, baow, baow)
Head real good, don't scrape with her teeth (Teeth)
Work at the bank, but she fuck for the cheap (What?)
Finna cop a jet, I need a pilot (Pilot)
Fresher than you, don't need a stylist (Yeah)
Feel like I'm shittin' on everybody (Yeah)
My first car, that was a Maserati (No cap)
Look at my wrist, that's factory
Plain Patek cost two hundred, lowkey (Two hundred, lowkey)
Baby mama tryna put the people on me (What?)
Young nigga shit, I'm still an OG (Rich)
I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt)
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag)
Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks)
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts)
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)
Mm, is it real?
Is it, is it real?
It can't be, it can't be real
This can't be real
This can't be real
This can't be
Wouldn't like me when I'm angry
Lot of niggas wanna aim me
And the slaves tried to hang me
Everything that they can't be
Drop a milli' on a pinky
Hella rich, money filthy
Want some, well, you ain't P
Buy a piece that you ain't peep
Where you at? Nigga, you ain't deep
New bitch that you can't keep
For the ice, I bought a plain piece
I don't know, somethin' changed me
I don't know, somethin' changed me
Slave niggas tried to hang me
Where I be at mainly?
London
I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt)
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag)
Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks)
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts)
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)
I let security pull up for you (Yeah, yeah)
I'm the only nigga take a bullet for you (Yeah, yeah)
Plain jane, I don't even do the bust down (Yeah)
(Skip got that bounce, it go crazy)
I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt)
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag)
Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks)
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts)
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
And my pockets blue cheesе and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch ain't minе, she owned by the streets
Going out sad, that can't be me (Me)
Pussy real good, but it come with a fee (Fee)
He got a Lamb', but it come with a lease (Skrrt)
Look at my neck and wrist on fleek (On fleek)
Chopper bullets sting like a bumblebee (Baow, baow, baow)
Head real good, don't scrape with her teeth (Teeth)
Work at the bank, but she fuck for the cheap (What?)
Finna cop a jet, I need a pilot (Pilot)
Fresher than you, don't need a stylist (Yeah)
Feel like I'm shittin' on everybody (Yeah)
My first car, that was a Maserati (No cap)
Look at my wrist, that's factory
Plain Patek cost two hundred, lowkey (Two hundred, lowkey)
Baby mama tryna put the people on me (What?)
Young nigga shit, I'm still an OG (Rich)
I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt)
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag)
Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks)
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts)
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)
Mm, is it real?
Is it, is it real?
It can't be, it can't be real
This can't be real
This can't be real
This can't be
Wouldn't like me when I'm angry
Lot of niggas wanna aim me
And the slaves tried to hang me
Everything that they can't be
Drop a milli' on a pinky
Hella rich, money filthy
Want some, well, you ain't P
Buy a piece that you ain't peep
Where you at? Nigga, you ain't deep
New bitch that you can't keep
For the ice, I bought a plain piece
I don't know, somethin' changed me
I don't know, somethin' changed me
Slave niggas tried to hang me
Where I be at mainly?
London
I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt)
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag)
Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks)
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts)
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)
