Young Dolph, Megan Thee Stallion - RNB lyrics

(Play me some pimpin', man) baby
Baby, baby, baby oh, baby (Baby)
Uh huh yeah, yeah, it's Dolph
(What Juicy say? He be like
"Shut the fuck up") yeah, yeah, yeah

Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on
Some rich nigga shit (Skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl
She a rich nigga bitch
Told the teacher I was gon' be
On the rich nigga list (Told you)
Black-ass nigga, quarter mil' on his wrist
(Hey)
Black-ass nigga with a bad ass bitch (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit
(Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit
(For real, though)
I went all the way through hell
And back to get to this (yeah)

Ten toes, stayed down
(yeah) , real hustlin' (yeah)
Cut a couple niggas' water off
But still love 'em (Fuck 'em)
Young nigga, big heart (Big) , big nuts (Big)
G Wagen or the double-R, which truck?
Ball hard for the days when I didn't have it
(Ayy) she bad as a motherfucker
But she still ratchet (Ayy)
Started in South Memphis
Ended up in a mansion (Ayy)
Ain't no stylist needed here
Crazy with the fashion (Uh, huh)
I'm just poppin' my shit, nah
I ain't braggin' (yeah, yeah)
Pickin' up bags all in Paris (yeah, yeah)
Flood my neck out with some carats (Uh)
My young niggas the neighborhood terrorists

Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy
On some rich nigga shit (Skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl
She a rich nigga bitch
Told the teacher I was gon' be
On the rich nigga list (Told you)
Black-ass nigga, quarter mil' on his wrist
(Hey)
Black-ass nigga with a bad ass bitch (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit
(Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit
(For real, though, yeah)
I went all the way through hell
And back to get to this (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

Please don't wish me well if you
Used to give me hell
Niggas spend they last to fake it
When it's free to be real, huh
Please don't come and tell me 'bout
No story that you heard
This is not Sesame Street, I do
Not kick it with no birds, ah
Brown skin bitch in a black Lam' swervin'
(Black Lam' swervin')
I just blew a bag on all-black Birkin
(On an all-black Birkin)
I think that I might be way
Too real of a bitch
(Way too real of a bitch)
Ayy, he told me watch my mouth, I
Told him, "Nigga, watch your kids, " huh
This that rich bitch pussy, if it ain't
Then he ain't lookin' (He ain't lookin')
You can't take my nigga from me
With your cleanin' or your cookin'
(Or your cookin', bitch)
Drive my Phantom through the hood
On some rich nigga shit, ayy
(Skrrt) you can't fuck my nigga 'cause
He with a rich bitch (Ah)

Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy
On some rich nigga shit (Skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl
She a rich nigga bitch
Told the teacher I was gon' be
On the rich nigga list (Told you)
Black-ass nigga, quarter mil' on his wrist
(Hey)
Black-ass nigga with a bad ass bitch (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit
(Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit
(For real, though)
I went all the way through hell
And back to get to this (yeah)

I went got the bag and now everything lit
(The bag)
I went got the bag and now everything lit
(The bag)
I went got the bag and now everything lit
(The bag)
I went got the bag and now everything lit
(Woo) shit, rocks around my neck
They match the ones that's on my 'fit (Damn)
Seen a girl from high school in traffic
Blew her a kiss (What up?)
Too rich for a broke bitch, baby, nah
We don't mix i got bad bitches comin' by
The twos like a Twix

Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy
On some rich nigga shit (Skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl
She a rich nigga bitch
Told the teacher I was gon' be
On the rich nigga list (Told you)
Black-ass nigga, quarter mil' on his wrist
(Hey)
Black-ass nigga with a bad ass bitch (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit
(Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit
(For real, though)
I went all the way through hell
And back to get to this (yeah)