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Rich Talk (feat. Rory Fresco)

de Kid Ink

Ooh, ah yeah
What?
Yeah

Pop a wheelie with no hands (aye), put it in the sky (I)
Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob
Money make her dance (aye), put you on a job (I)
Threw that bitch a lob (yeah), threw that bitch a lob

Money bag, yo, go keep a chain, hundred bag (uh), yo
Backwood if you really 'bout that smoke
Know your type, only niggas that ain't broke (broke)
(Ooh-ooh)

Dance in them Jimmy Choos, ayy
Your skin color a bottle of Yoo-hoo (yeah)
That big ol' dude (big ol' dude), I point and shoot
Came with the truth, case niggas start actin' boof (actin' boof)
I can't refuse, she with y'all
Least she fighter with the moves (moves)
I threw that lob like I coulda went to Duke (ah)
Lil' baby, it's just right 'cause she demand (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it in these Vans (Vans), ah yeah

Pop a wheelie with no hands (yeah, with no hands)
Put it in the sky (in the sky, I)
Threw that bitch a lob (oh-oh), threw that bitch a lob
Money make her dance (money bands), put you on a job
Threw that bitch a lob (lob), threw that bitch a lob

It ain't nothin' to me, jewelry cold like one degree (one)
I'ma throw it all, it's gon' fall from a hundred feet (a hundred)
Rory don't do nothin' cheap, don't sleep at the Double Tree
Bad bitches run at me like, can you give me somethin' to see? (yes, yes)

She gon' go long for the throat, my son her
And she all alone on her own, need a sponsor (need a sponsor)
I threw all this cash (cash), if I do my math right
You just do a sash, I go through the smash (yeah)
Livin' stupid fast (yeah), bitch, I do the dash
It ain't same type of shit that will get you to crash
Just know who in first (me), don't know who in last (who)
I just threw the bag (yeah), if the truth be asked (yeah, yeah)

Pop a wheelie with no hands (yeah, with no hands)
Put it in the sky (I)
Threw that bitch a lob (oh-oh), threw that bitch a lob
Money make her dance, put you on a job
Threw that bitch a lob (lob), threw that bitch a lob

I could tell that she a fan, I'm a rock star with no band
I get money in advance (yah), then I do my money dance (yah)
Can you throw it back on me by chance? (ooh)
You a bad bitch, you ain't innocent (oh)

I just walked in with a brand new bitch
And a rock star clique, you can suck my dick (my dick)
Rest in peace to Lil Peep, took a Xan in the whip (skrt)
Swervin' on a highway, swervin' on your bitch (skrt)

Pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky
Threw that bitch a lob, ooh that shit a vibe
Ooh, ah yeah
What? Yeah

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