letra de new rich - chad da don
[hook]
look at my drip, it’s crazy
the gold on my wrist ’bout eighty
i gotta get lit, i’m faded
and you thought that i couldn’t make it
roll up, postin’, smoked out, yeah yeah
slow down, bad b-tch, go down, yeah yeah
new rich, no kids, ball out, yeah yeah
new vogue, new rich, roll out, yeah yeah
[verse 1]
don’t f-ck with me i’m a superstar
you can find me where the shooters are
got no time for love, just a booty call
’cause i never wish on a shooting star
shout out to god, you’re the greatest
she laid down on my bed, she naked
took a picture of me and she framed it
told myself when you hit it, you ace it
smoking this kush on the daily
you smoking this good on occasion
this other b-tch sent me location
i told her let’s see if i make it
bringing the heat, all for the team
i just might run up a cheque
hundred degrees, f-cking with me
i just might let out the tape
you’re really weak, cannot compete
b-tch better show me respect
i know some sheiks
f-cking with me and you don’t know nothing ’bout them
[hook]
look at my drip, it’s crazy
the gold on my wrist ’bout eighty
i gotta get lit, i’m faded
and you thought that i couldn’t make it
roll up, postin’, smoked out, yeah yeah
slow down, bad b-tch, go down, yeah yeah
new rich, no kids, ball out, yeah yeah
new vogue, new rich, roll out, yeah yeah
[verse 2]
i’ve been on a roller coaster, riding seventy
i’ve been smoking on this dope
that’s why my eyes are getting lean
i’ve been focused only on the outcomes ?
i’m just stacking all this money up to spite the enemy
i’m not buying all the bullsh-t that you keep on selling me
roll me up and toast, see, i’m what they pretend to be
counting all my blessing, yeah, look what life is getting me
rolling ’til the sun goes down, i’m like a better me
[hook]
look at my drip, it’s crazy
the gold on my wrist ’bout eighty
i gotta get lit, i’m faded
and you thought that i couldn’t make it
roll up, postin’, smoked out, yeah yeah
slow down, bad b-tch, go down, yeah yeah
new rich, no kids, ball out, yeah yeah
new vogue, new rich, roll out, yeah yeah
[verse 3]
show me those stacks like luggage pile
if they don’t flip now they’ll come around
i know how it sounds, we’re just helping out
you can’t ask me something i know nothing ’bout
baby lick you lips, you should count it out
got so many bottle, brought the town to the house
we’re gonna go for the ? two sh-t
this’ what you do when you know your nuvo new rich
[hook]
look at my drip, it’s crazy
the gold on my wrist ’bout eighty
i gotta get lit, i’m faded
and you thought that i couldn’t make it
roll up, postin’, smoked out, yeah yeah
slow down, bad b-tch, go down, yeah yeah
new rich, no kids, ball out, yeah yeah
new vogue, new rich, roll out, yeah yeah
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