Lyrics

[Chorus: Rich The Kid] Six designers on, I just can't have one Three foreign hoes, I just can't have one I just can't have one I just can't have one I just can't have one I just can't have one [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] Three hoes in the bed giving head, and you know Young Rich gotta keep a Puerto Rican one I'm in L.A., she in Italy, in Versace tryna get rid of me Six chains on, three rings on Pull out in a Faragamo Range Rover Rich nigga hit [?] [?] bricks for the peysos [?] like nachos I send them bricks to Paydro I'm out in Venezuela, [?] birds straight to Casino [?] straight to the airport I don't even drive, 'cause I got an escort Face card good, I don't need a passport Ball so hard, I ain't never played the court Press one button, now the whole roof gone In a Maybach with a bitch from Hong Cong Gas and lean, blowing on strong Roley tells me that I'm on My partner had [?] right in my driveway Doing 350, going down the highway Remix that brick, no yay And then I call Jose [Chorus: Rich The Kid] Six designers on, I just can't have one Three foreign hoes, I just can't have one I just can't have one I just can't have one I just can't have one I just can't have one [Verse 2: Quavo] Quavo Eight chains on me, all cost a hundred Call up the plug, get the bricks from Bahamas Young nigga trapping out the bando, getting weight, now I moved up to the condo Now I just can't have one Two bitches came from Collarato And my pinky ring, that shine, look like I'm drinking on Moscato When I'm walking through my hood, young niggas calling me Huncho No, I do not fuck with cops, gotta keep that nine on me, robo And I'm on the block, and I got the bricks, [?] they know Call up the plug, we finessing Jose My time don't tick, in that flooded out Rolex Wearing six designers, bricks in a Panamerra Talladega Nights, my diamonds Quavo Will Ferrell [Chorus: Rich The Kid] Six designers on, I just can't have one Three foreign hoes, I just can't have one I just can't have one I just can't have one I just can't have one I just can't have one [Verse 3: Takeoff] The Prada, the Fendi, the Gucci, pull up in Suzuki, I ride with a cutie Mcm bag, got a cutie You a [?] The Christian Louis Vuittons, checking my Louis Vuitton Blowing up like I'm from Kazakhstan, I'm Mr. Miyagi, you Danielson So many designers, they coming from China, and [?] I'm rolling the cord, no Christian Spiner The niggas studdy me like it's the finals I got a plug, and he got a plug But I am the plug, and I got the drugs [?] my circle, I show you no love I don't do the dub, I sell you a dub Whipping that brick like its Tobi I'm balling on top, Ginobili I'm scorring on niggas like Kobe [?] can't hold me My shoes, that's Balisiaga Heck my belt Ferragamo Diamonds [?] got me colder than tundras [?] put that on my momma [Chorus: Rich The Kid] Six designers on, I just can't have one Three foreign hoes, I just can't have one I just can't have one I just can't have one I just can't have one I just can't have one