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letra de map - rich amiri

[intro]
first, i—, what?
first, i—, what?
first, i walk in ysl, i f-ck the cash up, the bag up
i ran up a mill’, i’m on they ass so they mad
uh, what? uh, what?
first, i—, what? uh, uh

[chrous]
first, i walk in ysl, i f-ck the cash up, the bag up
i ran up a mill’, i’m on they ass, so they mad, huh (yeah, let’s go)
demon, i hop in that jag’ and go fast
i’m a real rich stepper, triple s, walk on they back (fah, fah, fah)
i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch and you buy her a bag
turn up the city, perc’ got me all mad
i’m comin’ in first and you comin’ in last
she got me tweakin’, i need to relax (bop, bop, bop, bop)
i had to f-ck on her friend now she mad
i had a band ‘fore i got me a stack
i went to l.a. and got me a mill’
i already know that you never could do that
[verse]
toolie gon’ hit him, i’m leavin’ him splat (splat)
find that boy and take him off the map (yeah)
spittin’ them facts, no kizzy, no kizzy, no cap (yeah)
wake up and trap, don’t even got time to relax (no)
i’m in my own lane, these n-gga ride on my path (oh my god)
i keep my phone ringin’, no, i ain’t callin’ her back (no, no way)
f-ck what that ho say, not tryna listen to that (no)
i bet on balmain, then i went shoppin’ at saks (yeah, let’s go)
why is you stressin’ ’bout that b-tch? she not even bad (she not even bad)
you not no blood, you not no crip, stop throwin’ up flags (stop throwin’ up flags)
eliantte on my wrist, cost me a stack (cost me a ticket)
i don’t even want your b-tch, have her back (here you go)

[chrous]
first, i walk in ysl, i f-ck the cash up, the bag up (bow, bow, bow, bow)
i ran up a mill’, i’m on they ass, so they mad, huh (yeah, let’s go)
demon, i hop in that jag’ and go fast (ooh-ooh)
i’m a real rich stepper, triple s, walk on they back (woo, woo)
i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch and you buy her a bag
turn up the city, perc’ got me all mad
i’m comin’ in first and you comin’ in last
she got me tweakin’, i need to relax (yeah, let’s go)
i had to f-ck on her friend now she mad (yeah, let’s go)
i had a band ‘fore i got me a stack (yeah, let’s go)
i went to l.a. and got me a mill’ (yeah, let’s go)
i already know that you never could do that (yeah, let’s go)
[outro]
brr, bow, bow, bow, bow

- rich amiri

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