Rich in Rome Lyrics by ian
(Feat. LAZER DIM 700 & Nino Paid)
Uh, took back the Porsche, I was drivin’ too fast, got caught in Carolina, now I gotta do court
Never ever, ever break bread to be layin’ in no bed with no *** who ain’t part of your story
Hermès blanket with the Hermès sheets with the Hermès pillows, I’ma Hermès snore (He hasn’t slept in probably, uh, seven days)
Me and ian fire out your suite, we kickin’ *** in, we kickin’ your motherfuckin’ door
Sleep on me back then, them folks done woke up, back then I was poor
LeBron in my pants, I got Glock 23, I’m talkin’ ’bout Michael Jordan
They be like “ian, you been duckin’?” Why is that my bad? I tell a *** “I got bored”
She got no interest in learnin’ about my past, that *** wanna spend my money
Lil’ ass deal just hit, you can bet your ass, he already spent that hundred
Skinny-ass pants, I can’t even fit my bands inside these ***’ Purple
Skinny-ass blunt, I’m still gettin’ *** as hell ’cause this *** ***’ purple
Fine ***, I got this *** fine as hell, she don’t need no ***’ surgeon
Y’all boys be like “Damn, my *** love ian, I can’t ***’ stand him”
I keep waking up lost again and again, I need some ***’ answers
*** been gettin’ pricy with these brands, I start to ***’ shoplift
Everybody gettin’ geeked up on these drugs, everybody ***’ pop ***
Me and ian done smoked too many blunts, we inside the ***’ cockpit
We perform this ***, we goin’ crazy, get inside the ***’ moshpit
Every fit I put on, this *** go crazy, niggas try to ***’ copy
Every fit I put on, this *** look lazy, I’m still ***’ ballin’
Took her out to eat, she ain’t order that much, but she damn sure ate when we both got home
Lil’ ho a ten but she talk too much, I’m the only one ever that’s told her, “No”
I know the ho was gon’ come, when she brought one friend, I knew the lil’ ho gon’ go
I went out, I ain’t gotta have a fire in my pants, I ain’t gotta post at the store
Youngin’, I’m rich as hell and my face card good in the streets and I still get the bags for the low
This a weak-ass beat, I’ma still run this *** ’cause I’m still tryna work on my flow (Alright)
Semi-automatic, fully-automatic, young *** hop out lookin’ like a pro (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Niggas swear he got it, *** never had it, I don’t wanna hang with you, boy, you a ho (Alright)
I’m really a bad influence, I shouldn’t be hangin’ with ian (I shouldn’t be)
I’m lookin’ for fine ***, young *** came with LAZER and no, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout beams (***, ***)
***, you dead wrong, why you is you blowin’ my phone up knowin’ I’m *** off the lean? (Alright)
*** tryna reach for the chain, I beat breaks off his ass like Rodney King
Why the *** I go last on the song? The next time, ***, I’m startin’ the beat
***, we safe in the hood, told ian, “You good ’cause ***, you ridin’ with me” (***, you ridin’ with me)
I ain’t gon’ trip ’bout a ***, can’t trip ’bout a ***, these hoes come undone in a pizza (Alright)
Dumb-ass ***, you never gon’ make it off rappin’, that *** you been droppin’ is weak (Weak-ass sh—)