Rich The Kid - ORANGE SODA (REMIX) lyrics
Rich The Kid [Dimitri Leslie Roger] College Park, Georgia, U.S.
[Rich The Kid - ORANGE SODA REMIX lyrics]
Yeah, ayy, ayy rich
Orange soda
(Soda) Bentley got the money odor (Skrrt)
I might stroke her
She want Henny mixed with Coca-Cola (What?)
On the couch, I can't hit it on my mattress
(My mattress)
Though she was a singer or a actress
Lil' bitch (Bitch) shut the fuck up
I got hundreds by the bundle
Money tucked the fuck up (Up)
And I said I'm rich forever like
I bought a Brinks truck
Face down, ass up, I'mma throw that cash up
I might die for my bitch
And we ain't broke
I got baguettes on my wrist (On my wrist)
She wanna bag every time she throw a fit
(Throw a fit) she know I will but she
Ain't Jada Pinkett Smith (Woo, Rich)
Bitch sit on my face, I attack that (yeah)
Choose up, lil' junt, I'm finna pack him
When it comes to my bitch
I'm straight active
Dirtball in the coupe smokin' cat piss
Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
(Ayy, pull up, ayy)
You know I love it when you talk dirty
Messy, you my orange soda shorty
You act like a lil' me, I wanna fuck you
You the type to kill me, I won't touch you
You want me drop a band on some cute shoes?
You want me be the man you can vent to?
You let me beat it up, you let me practice
Now I'm finna lay you on the mattress
Bitch sit on my face, I attack that (yeah)
Choose up, lil' junt, I'm finna pack him
When it comes to my bitch
I'm straight active
Dirtball in the coupe smokin' cat piss
Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
(Ayy, pull up, ayy)
My lil' baby low-key a flexer
Six figs on the whip, that's a price tag
Lil' best friend bitch tried to press me
I'm that underground nigga with the check
Though i hate a bitch that I can't impress
When you come see the crib, you better die
Ho young nigga sneakin' in through
Your side door
Baby Keem, not a wave, I'm a vibe, ho
Seven fig' nigga with the big drip on me
(yeah)
Post on your block with your wish list on me
Bitch sit on my face, I attack that (yeah)
Choose up, lil' junt, I'm finna pack him
When it comes to my bitch
I'm straight active
Dirtball in the coupe smokin' cat piss
Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
(Ayy, pull up, ayy)
Orange soda
(Soda) Bentley got the money odor (Skrrt)
I might stroke her
She want Henny mixed with Coca-Cola (What?)
On the couch, I can't hit it on my mattress
(My mattress)
Though she was a singer or a actress
Lil' bitch (Bitch) shut the fuck up
I got hundreds by the bundle
Money tucked the fuck up (Up)
And I said I'm rich forever like
I bought a Brinks truck
Face down, ass up, I'mma throw that cash up
I might die for my bitch
And we ain't broke
I got baguettes on my wrist (On my wrist)
She wanna bag every time she throw a fit
(Throw a fit) she know I will but she
Ain't Jada Pinkett Smith (Woo, Rich)
Bitch sit on my face, I attack that (yeah)
Choose up, lil' junt, I'm finna pack him
When it comes to my bitch
I'm straight active
Dirtball in the coupe smokin' cat piss
Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
(Ayy, pull up, ayy)
You know I love it when you talk dirty
Messy, you my orange soda shorty
You act like a lil' me, I wanna fuck you
You the type to kill me, I won't touch you
You want me drop a band on some cute shoes?
You want me be the man you can vent to?
You let me beat it up, you let me practice
Now I'm finna lay you on the mattress
Bitch sit on my face, I attack that (yeah)
Choose up, lil' junt, I'm finna pack him
When it comes to my bitch
I'm straight active
Dirtball in the coupe smokin' cat piss
Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
(Ayy, pull up, ayy)
My lil' baby low-key a flexer
Six figs on the whip, that's a price tag
Lil' best friend bitch tried to press me
I'm that underground nigga with the check
Though i hate a bitch that I can't impress
When you come see the crib, you better die
Ho young nigga sneakin' in through
Your side door
Baby Keem, not a wave, I'm a vibe, ho
Seven fig' nigga with the big drip on me
(yeah)
Post on your block with your wish list on me
Bitch sit on my face, I attack that (yeah)
Choose up, lil' junt, I'm finna pack him
When it comes to my bitch
I'm straight active
Dirtball in the coupe smokin' cat piss
Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
(Ayy, pull up, ayy)