Kevin Gates - Rican Johnny lyrics

Murder For Hire bread Winner Association
Comission guys are it
We got it for the next two summers, nigga
Take her backseat watch this
It's Holiday Season, bitch
Money count don't stop
Foreign cars, bad bitches
Suitcase full of money (Holiday Season)
Nigga I don't get tired

Money really make me feel like
I could be somebody
When I pull up in that Benz
Beaucoup freaks surround me
I was born with a plug who am I to lie
You know I let them fly
Like Puerto Rican Johnny
Money comin' to me ridin'
Round with duffel bags
Stacks of dirty money wrapped
In beaucoup rubber bands
I was born with a plug who am I to lie
You know I let them fly
Like Puerto Rican Johnny

My bitch is Tahoe
This whip came equipped with Moscato
My driver be drivin' me around
Gunner and Boobie
My clique full of shooters look stupid
They sendin' them rounds
While I'm in bounds, awkwardly I got an ounce
Groupies be followin' me around
Want me the take off the rubbers
You dummy it's nothin'
You fuck with a few of my rounds
Britches ain't baggy
But my pants are saggin'
This Five Panel hat and I
Just turned it backwards
Somewhat eclectic I don't fuck with rappers
I'm not into swaggin' but
They love my swagger
Your bitch is an animal, fuck from the back
And it's somewhat degradin' the way
I behave with her want me to stay with her
I could just play with her hard
On her feelings won't kiss her
Won't lay with her

Bitch I got paper to get
If I'm broke then I'd probably end up unhappy
I'm a ceramic, pull up on carbon ceramics
My bitch didn't deliver a package
The label has sued me
It threatened to take me to court
And you know we look at it like rattin'
They got in front of a song
For like 8 minutes long
But that shit wasn't even effective

Money really make me feel like
I could be somebody
When I pull up in that Benz
Beaucoup freaks surround me
I was born with a plug who am I to lie
You know I let them fly
Like Puerto Rican Johnny
Money comin' to me ridin'
Round with duffel bags
Stacks of dirty money wrapped
In beaucoup rubber bands
I was born with a plug who am I to lie
You know I let them fly
Like Puerto Rican Johnny

Where the bands at, rubber band that
Caught money givin' orders to a bitch
Excuse me? Finna say orders to your bitch
I ain't really even really
Wanna argue this shit
I got a condo and a crib
And the people that I own it check
Now nigga come get it how you live
Put that on the RIP
Rest in Peace to my nigga Weep got a
Feelin' that I'm on a muthafuckin' wig
Carve a pussy not at all a pussy
Would it bother you or can I call you pussy?
On the phone with a bitch
I can call for pussy
I ain't feed her no dick
Im'ma starve the pussy
Palm with the balls and my arms in the pause
Run a nigga up while your arms in the car
In the car unalarm
In the car with a alarm I was talkin' bout
The feds if your offed then your on

I'm in love with the way the
Money come off of these drugs
My conversations addictive some people might
Catch 'em a buzz while you was in jail this
Nigga was fuckin' your fiancé
That bitch gon' love and she gon'
Kik but she not Beyonce

Money really make me feel like
I could be somebody
When I pull up in that Benz
Beaucoup freaks surround me
I was born with a plug who am I to lie
You know I let them fly
Like Puerto Rican Johnny
Money comin' to me ridin'
Round with duffel bags
Stacks of dirty money wrapped
In beaucoup rubber bands
I was born with a plug who am I to lie
You know I let them fly
Like Puerto Rican Johnny

Niggas playin' with my niggas
When they not here
You know you owe some niggas
Money it's gon' sound fair

And don't be rappin' on his name
With all you pussy niggas
Ball, welcome to Puerto Rico
Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico
Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico
Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico
You got that in there?
Let me hear that nigga