Lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid & Kanye West] (Yeah, yeah) I let security pull up for you (Yeah, yeah) I'm the only nigga take a bullet for you (Yeah, yeah) Plain jane, I don't even do the bust down (Yeah) (Skip got that bounce, it go crazy) [Chorus: Rich The Kid] I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt) Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her) Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag) Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks) Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts) Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie And my pockets blue cheesе and guacamole (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] Bitch ain't minе, she owned by the streets Going out sad, that can't be me (Me) Pussy real good, but it come with a fee (Fee) He got a Lamb', but it come with a lease (Skrrt) Look at my neck and wrist on fleek (On fleek) Chopper bullets sting like a bumblebee (Baow, baow, baow) Head real good, don't scrape with her teeth (Teeth) Work at the bank, but she fuck for the cheap (What?) Finna cop a jet, I need a pilot (Pilot) Fresher than you, don't need a stylist (Yeah) Feel like I'm shittin' on everybody (Yeah) My first car, that was a Maserati (No cap) Look at my wrist, that's factory Plain Patek cost two hundred, lowkey (Two hundred, lowkey) Baby mama tryna put the people on me (What?) Young nigga shit, I'm still an OG (Rich) [Chorus: Rich The Kid] I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt) Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her) Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag) Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks) Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts) Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah) [Bridge: Kanye West] Mm, is it real? Is it, is it real? It can't be, it can't be real This can't be real This can't be real This can't be— [Verse 2: Kanye West & Rich The Kid] Wouldn't like me when I'm angry Lot of niggas wanna aim me And the slaves tried to hang me Everything that they can't be Drop a milli' on a pinky Hella rich, money filthy Want some, well, you ain't P Buy a piece that you ain't peep Where you at? Nigga, you ain't deep New bitch that you can't keep For the ice, I bought a plain piece I don't know, somethin' changed me I don't know, somethin' changed me Slave niggas tried to hang me Where I be at mainly? London [Chorus: Rich The Kid] I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt) Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her) Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag) Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks) Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts) Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)