Hit-Boy
[Nardo Wick]
I got a hundred hoes, I'm still lonely
I hide my heart so they can't steal it from me
Flew my ghetto bitch to Puerto Rico, she came in about me
She said, "Who you have in Turks and Caicos?", I said "Baby, stop it"
Gave her a kiss and told her she so pretty, she said "You so toxic"
I said "You right baby, that might be true, 'cause I get that a lot"
I put diamonds on my wrists, ain't no more cuffs (No more cuffs)
I threw my heart in the ocean, ain't no more love (No more love)
Nigga try to infiltrate, I fill 'em up with slugs
So I tell the graveyard, "Have that hole already dug"
We used to have roaches on the ceiling now it's stars on the roof
Used to be a lover boy now I'm a dog, hear me roof
[Nardo Wick]
I'm a young, turnt, rich nigga
I'm a young, turnt, rich boy
I'm a young, turnt, rich nigga (Young, turnt, rich nigga)
I'm a young, turnt, rich boy (Alright)
[The Kid LAROI]
And we get money on this side, baby, that's no discussion
You not my bitch shawty, you trippin', we can't be seen in public
I seen too many fold so God's the only one I trust in
Walk in the million dollar meeting
This loud pack smellin' musty, woah
[The Kid LAROI]
All windows tinted on the Rolls
Moncler for the times it was cold
Mama used to use food stickers
Now I got a half a ticket just for a show
Used to wake up my back sore
Ask Kenny he'll tell you the goal (That's my dog, fasho)
Always kept it one hundred from the day one that's my dog
Fuck whatever that they talking about
I'm with a bad ass bitch counting large amounts
I swear nobody ever thought that I'd amount to this
Fuck 'em all for it, I'm too turnt up, woah-oh
[Nardo Wick & The Kid LAROI]
I'm a young, turnt, rich boy (Young, turnt, rich nigga)
I'm a young, turnt, rich boy (I'm too turnt up, woah-oh)
I'm a young, turnt, rich boy (Young, turnt, rich nigga)
I'm a young, turnt, rich boy (Young, turnt, rich nigga)
Woah, woah
[The Kid LAROI]
And we get money on this side, baby, that's no discussion (No discussion)
You not my bitch shawty, you trippin', we can't be seen in public (You not my)
I seen too many fold so God's the only one I trust in (On God)
Walk in the million dollar meeting
This loud pack smellin' musty, woah
[The Kid LAROI]
Me and Nardo, back to back on this shit
That ain't my ho', she all cap, I ain't never spent racks on that bitch
But I did have her at the telly, blew the back out that bitch
She start talkin' 'bout her ex, get the fuck out my crib
I ain't got time for that, sorry I can't bond to that
On my superstar shit, the coupe is on starship
Sorry I ain't got time for that, one more trip to Pari'
It's apparent, I'm too turnt up, woah-oh
[Nardo Wick & The Kid LAROI]
I'm a young, turnt, rich boy (Young, turnt, rich nigga)
I'm a young, turnt, rich boy (I'm too turnt up, woah-oh)
I'm a young, turnt, rich boy (Young, turnt, rich nigga)
I'm a young, turnt, rich boy (Young, turnt, rich nigga)
[The Kid LAROI]
And we get money on this side, baby, that's no discussion
You not my bitch shawty, you trippin', we can't be seen in public
I seen too many fold so God's the only one I trust in
Walk in the million dollar meeting
This loud pack smellin' musty
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