paroles de chanson Im Rich - Summrs

The biggest (Brrt), yeah (Uh-huh)
Double R, bird business (Double R, yeah), brrt
Bird business (Bah)
Bird business, yea

Up in the motherfucking Bentley Bentayga ('Tayga)
All of these niggas is haters (Haters)
Yeah, haters (Haters), fakers (Fakers, yeah)
Mixing the Tris' with the Wock', call it Lakers (Lakers)
How could you hate it
I'm paving a way for these haters (Haters, yeah)

I'm up in the S 580, bitch
Yeah, I'll see you later (Later, huh)
Cut off your head if you go to the other side (Ha-ha)
Lil' bitch, you a traitor, yeah (Fire)
I got that four feezy on me (Huh)
Lil' bitch, it's gon' chop off your meezy (Meezy, yeah)
I'm out my top with lil' Beezy (Uh-huh)
He shoot from the top of the key (Bitch)

I'm finna pay off my lease (Yeah)
FMJ bullets, they going through trees (Huh)
Let's cut off your knees, you bitch (Bitch)
Lil' Rino, I'm who you wanna be, lil' bitch (Yeah)
I'm hotter than grease, lil' bitch
I dropped a C class on my wrist (Huh)
I'm rich, yeah, I'm rich (Rich)
I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich than a bitch (Yeah)
Rich, rich than a, rich than a bitch (A bitch)

Better not reach, you lil' stupid bitch (Stupid)
I got the keys, you lil' stupid ho (Stupid)
My nigga TTG, he trained to go (Go)
If I fuck her, I'm taking her soul (Who?)
Fuck it, yeah, murder she wrote (Cold)
Caucasian bitch, play with her nose (Her nose)

I need that, I need that stick, bitch (Huh)
You know you getting zoed
I got a lot of honey buns on me (Yeah)
Lil' bitch, I don't care about getting trolled (Nope)
You'll get flipped, then you'll get rolled (Flipped)
Up in the 'Wood, yeah, this bitch smoke (Woo)
Yeah, hold up, yeah, we high (High)
Free Doody, he up the road (Road)
Put a knife to your throat (Brrt)
They call me motherfucking G.O.A.T. (Uh-huh)

My uncle, he used to sell coke (Huh)
Now I'm playing with the coke (Yeah)
If you don't wanna get hit, then get low (Get low)
You was an easy lick, lil' bro (Lil' bro)
You could've hit me, but you sold (Sold)
I got a bad bitch doing her toes (Toes)

Up in the motherfucking Bentley Bentayga ('Tayga)
All of these niggas is haters (Haters)
Yeah, haters (Haters), fakers (Fakers, yeah)
Mixing the tris' with the Wock', call it Lakers (Lakers)
How could you hate it?
I'm paving a way for these haters (Haters, yeah)

I'm up in the S 580, bitch
Yeah, I'll see you later (Later, huh)
Cut off your head if you go to the other side (Ha-ha)
Lil' bitch, you a traitor, yeah (Fire)
I got that four feezy on me (Huh)
Lil' bitch, it's gon' chop off your meezy (Meezy, yeah)
I'm out my top with lil' Beezy (Uh-huh)
He shoot from the top of the key (Bitch)