(Yeah, yeah hello?)
Getting to the money, then I count it then spend it
Money getting deep and my pockets got no limit
Haters getting mad and my music got 'em livid
I been living good, Rique Chopper living splendid
Crosses on my neck, bitch, I gotta keep it Christian
I don't like to talk, you get shot up mid sentence
You better find yo head before yo body turn up missing
Split his head in two, yeah, call that split decision
Staying on my toes, I ain't never gon' fold
Always 'bout my dough, I ain't worried 'bout a hoe
Red dot, leave him red hot in the cold
'Bout to take some shots at yo head, better pose
I got diamonds on my gold, yeah, diamonds on my throat
You a pussy boy, you ain't never outdoors
You ain't 'bout war, bruh, you ain't 'bout war
How my ops doing? Let me check into the morgue
Just woke up and I stare at my safe
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay
Rich man walk, I get boujie in the bank
Pistol on my hip, and Lui on my waist
Ice cream whip, I put candy on my paint
Real drug head, mix codeine with the pain
How she's yours but she giving me brain
Money on my head, don't die for that change
Big ol' engine, don't switch in my lane
I don't wanna live, if I ain't living my way
Pinkie ring froze, think it need ice skates
Brand new whip, Noah already tryna race
Legend in my city, L-Ville where I'm raised
Riding with no bliky, call it stupid, call it brave
Come to my city, you get shot up, we don't play
Bullets come in plenty, I can sign 'em with your name
Getting to the money, then I count it then spend it
Money getting big and my pockets got no limit
Haters getting mad and my music got 'em livid
I been living good, Rique Chopper living splendid
Crosses on my neck, bitch, I gotta keep it Christian
I don't like to talk, you get shot up mid sentence
You better find yo head before yo body turn up missing
Split his head in two, yeah, call that split decision
Money getting tall, yeah, my money Paul Bunyan
Interfere with me, leave you floating in the Hudson
Brand new AK, bow, you know it's russian
Choppa spit fire, like a dragon in a dungeon
Bro throwing up B's, got the block buzzing
Trampoline dick, and I got these hoes jumping
Big G shocks, bitch, I got the tires rubbing
I can't be mad, I made something out of nothing
Rique Chopper - Splendid Lyrics
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(Yeah, yeah hello?)
Getting to the money, then I count it then spend it
Money getting deep and my pockets got no limit
Haters getting mad and my music got 'em livid
I been living good, Rique Chopper living splendid
Crosses on my neck, bitch, I gotta keep it Christian
I don't like to talk, you get shot up mid sentence
You better find yo head before yo body turn up missing
Split his head in two, yeah, call that split decision
Staying on my toes, I ain't never gon' fold
Always 'bout my dough, I ain't worried 'bout a hoe
Red dot, leave him red hot in the cold
'Bout to take some shots at yo head, better pose
I got diamonds on my gold, yeah, diamonds on my throat
You a pussy boy, you ain't never outdoors
You ain't 'bout war, bruh, you ain't 'bout war
How my ops doing? Let me check into the morgue
Just woke up and I stare at my safe
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay
Rich man walk, I get boujie in the bank
Pistol on my hip, and Lui on my waist
Ice cream whip, I put candy on my paint
Real drug head, mix codeine with the pain
How she's yours but she giving me brain
Money on my head, don't die for that change
Big ol' engine, don't switch in my lane
I don't wanna live, if I ain't living my way
Pinkie ring froze, think it need ice skates
Brand new whip, Noah already tryna race
Legend in my city, L-Ville where I'm raised
Riding with no bliky, call it stupid, call it brave
Come to my city, you get shot up, we don't play
Bullets come in plenty, I can sign 'em with your name
Getting to the money, then I count it then spend it
Money getting big and my pockets got no limit
Haters getting mad and my music got 'em livid
I been living good, Rique Chopper living splendid
Crosses on my neck, bitch, I gotta keep it Christian
I don't like to talk, you get shot up mid sentence
You better find yo head before yo body turn up missing
Split his head in two, yeah, call that split decision
Money getting tall, yeah, my money Paul Bunyan
Interfere with me, leave you floating in the Hudson
Brand new AK, bow, you know it's russian
Choppa spit fire, like a dragon in a dungeon
Bro throwing up B's, got the block buzzing
Trampoline dick, and I got these hoes jumping
Big G shocks, bitch, I got the tires rubbing
I can't be mad, I made something out of nothing
Getting to the money, then I count it then spend it
Money getting deep and my pockets got no limit
Haters getting mad and my music got 'em livid
I been living good, Rique Chopper living splendid
Crosses on my neck, bitch, I gotta keep it Christian
I don't like to talk, you get shot up mid sentence
You better find yo head before yo body turn up missing
Split his head in two, yeah, call that split decision
Staying on my toes, I ain't never gon' fold
Always 'bout my dough, I ain't worried 'bout a hoe
Red dot, leave him red hot in the cold
'Bout to take some shots at yo head, better pose
I got diamonds on my gold, yeah, diamonds on my throat
You a pussy boy, you ain't never outdoors
You ain't 'bout war, bruh, you ain't 'bout war
How my ops doing? Let me check into the morgue
Just woke up and I stare at my safe
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay
Rich man walk, I get boujie in the bank
Pistol on my hip, and Lui on my waist
Ice cream whip, I put candy on my paint
Real drug head, mix codeine with the pain
How she's yours but she giving me brain
Money on my head, don't die for that change
Big ol' engine, don't switch in my lane
I don't wanna live, if I ain't living my way
Pinkie ring froze, think it need ice skates
Brand new whip, Noah already tryna race
Legend in my city, L-Ville where I'm raised
Riding with no bliky, call it stupid, call it brave
Come to my city, you get shot up, we don't play
Bullets come in plenty, I can sign 'em with your name
Getting to the money, then I count it then spend it
Money getting big and my pockets got no limit
Haters getting mad and my music got 'em livid
I been living good, Rique Chopper living splendid
Crosses on my neck, bitch, I gotta keep it Christian
I don't like to talk, you get shot up mid sentence
You better find yo head before yo body turn up missing
Split his head in two, yeah, call that split decision
Money getting tall, yeah, my money Paul Bunyan
Interfere with me, leave you floating in the Hudson
Brand new AK, bow, you know it's russian
Choppa spit fire, like a dragon in a dungeon
Bro throwing up B's, got the block buzzing
Trampoline dick, and I got these hoes jumping
Big G shocks, bitch, I got the tires rubbing
I can't be mad, I made something out of nothing
Writer: Enrique Hernandez
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