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Rich Money - Sh!t (feat. Kennessy) Lyrics



Rich Money - Sh!t (feat. Kennessy) Lyrics




Yeah
Uh huh
Check
Uh

I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
Stay-stay, "Rolling Loud" like a festivals in here
Link-linkin' with Nick Miles
Told him send it, now it's killed
I'm-I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist

I'm like shit
I don't get why
They all despise
(nah, nah, nah, nah)
Prolly because
I stay myself
I never lie
I'm never splittin' no piece of the pie
I'm never threatened by all of you guys
I just stay focused on money, it's time
I cannot f*ck with you, gotta decline

You want this spot
Gotta keep climbin'
You want this spot
Gotta keep tryin'
Cap when they talk, always lyin'
Stuck in a box, they close minded
Then look at me, I'm just slidin'
Under the radar, it's really a shame and I hate it but it does not phase me
I-I could be famous one day and I know
I could be countin' the money, I own it
Having so much damn green, I could grow it
Mon-money on ya head, I ain't even gotta tote it
But I got goons and they act like soldiers
Pop up on you
Tell you that it's over
That's what you get when you give the cold shoulder
Take a note for next time when we come over
That-that's what you get give the cold shoulder

I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
Stay-stay, "Rolling Loud" like a festivals in here
Link-linkin' with Nick Miles
Told him send it, now it's killed
I'm-I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist

I'm-I'm like shit
Got two bitches in my whip
Had 'em roll another 'cause I need another hit
I'm like shit
You can catch me in the streets
Front my dawg a pack and then he brought me back three
I'm like shit
Told-told her call me up if she need me to hit
Then-then I split
All my money, blue and crispy and legit
On my bitch

Dippin' my chicken in barbeque that shit be hittin' the spot
You said you wit it and all but we never see on the block
She said she believe in Jesus but she wan' hang with the demons
She said she wan' f*ck the gang right now but she got no reason
I make her suck my dick right now and then that bitch leavin'
I ain't no Rat lil bitch but you know I always be cheesin'

I'm-I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
Stay-stay, "Rolling Loud" like a festivals in here
Link-linkin' with Nick Miles
Told him send it, now it's killed
I'm-I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
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Yeah
Uh huh
Check
Uh

I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
Stay-stay, "Rolling Loud" like a festivals in here
Link-linkin' with Nick Miles
Told him send it, now it's killed
I'm-I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist

I'm like shit
I don't get why
They all despise
(nah, nah, nah, nah)
Prolly because
I stay myself
I never lie
I'm never splittin' no piece of the pie
I'm never threatened by all of you guys
I just stay focused on money, it's time
I cannot f*ck with you, gotta decline

You want this spot
Gotta keep climbin'
You want this spot
Gotta keep tryin'
Cap when they talk, always lyin'
Stuck in a box, they close minded
Then look at me, I'm just slidin'
Under the radar, it's really a shame and I hate it but it does not phase me
I-I could be famous one day and I know
I could be countin' the money, I own it
Having so much damn green, I could grow it
Mon-money on ya head, I ain't even gotta tote it
But I got goons and they act like soldiers
Pop up on you
Tell you that it's over
That's what you get when you give the cold shoulder
Take a note for next time when we come over
That-that's what you get give the cold shoulder

I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
Stay-stay, "Rolling Loud" like a festivals in here
Link-linkin' with Nick Miles
Told him send it, now it's killed
I'm-I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist

I'm-I'm like shit
Got two bitches in my whip
Had 'em roll another 'cause I need another hit
I'm like shit
You can catch me in the streets
Front my dawg a pack and then he brought me back three
I'm like shit
Told-told her call me up if she need me to hit
Then-then I split
All my money, blue and crispy and legit
On my bitch

Dippin' my chicken in barbeque that shit be hittin' the spot
You said you wit it and all but we never see on the block
She said she believe in Jesus but she wan' hang with the demons
She said she wan' f*ck the gang right now but she got no reason
I make her suck my dick right now and then that bitch leavin'
I ain't no Rat lil bitch but you know I always be cheesin'

I'm-I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
Stay-stay, "Rolling Loud" like a festivals in here
Link-linkin' with Nick Miles
Told him send it, now it's killed
I'm-I'm like shit
You can catch me in my whip
Window rolled down
Watch glisten on my wrist
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Writer: Kennessy Rosenburg, Nick Miles, Richmond Rodriguez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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