MADONNA & RIHANNA Lyrics by Rich Amiri
Ayy, right when I hop off a jet, I’ma take a Patek, I’ma flood it with diamonds (With diamonds)
Wrist water, stones blinding, can’t even tell what the time is (What the time is)
Bad lil’ white ho look like Madonna, black ho look like Rihanna (Oh, yeah)
Shipping them birds over the sea, then I go jump in a charter (Okay)
Please, don’t think you ***’ on me without ***’ my gang too (Gang too)
Uh, go ‘head come up ’bout yo’ funds, we takin’ yo’ chain too (Chain too)
Huh, I’m in a SVJ, it’s red it’s blue, it looks like a bruise
Uh, I’m in the 404 with a bad-ass ***, from the 352 (352)
Yeah, you would’ve thought it was NASCAR the way I’m swervin’ the coupe (Swervin’ the coupe)
Uh, you would’ve thought it was NASCAR the way I’m swervin’ the coupe (Swervin’ the coupe)
Uh, stick and move, yeah, 12 ain’t catchin’ nothin’ (For real)
Uh, I ain’t duckin’ smoke, no way, light up the function
I got a fever, where the red at?
Where the *** my meds at? (Meds at)
*** tried to step back, I’m gon’ push his head back (Head back)
Met the bih’ last week, she talk ’bout money, go ‘head dead that (Dead)
Rounds up in the clip, it hold a hunnid, yeah, cashed that (Pssh)
[Packed my homes?], I throw him a bong
Free my partners up out the slumber (Ooh)
Whippin’ white, that good Alabama (Huh)
I *** her face then take her to dinner (Huh)
*** a troll, he think this *** all jokes, but really I wanna *** him (Huh)
I’m a real *** ***, I’m a real fashion spiller (I’ll *** him)
Ayy, ri-right when I hop off a jet, I’ma take a Patek, I’ma flood it with diamonds (With diamonds)
Wrist water, stones blinding, can’t even tell what the time is (What the time is)
Bad lil’ white ho look like Madonna, black ho look like Rihanna (Oh, yeah)
Shipping them birds over the sea, then I go jump in a charter (Okay)
Please, don’t think you ***’ on me without ***’ my gang too (Gang too)
Uh, go ‘head come up ’bout yo’ funds, we takin’ yo’ chain too (Chain too)
Huh, I’m in a SVJ, it’s red it’s blue, it looks like a bruise
Uh, I’m in the 404 with a bad-ass ***, from the 352 (352)
Uh, I told my partner, “Don’t crash out”
You know what, *** it, let’s do it, huh (Uh)
We so up up on the opps, them boys gettin’ swept like a broom (Okay)
We extortin’ niggas, pull up, like come pay your dues (Oh, my God)
She take one look at my jewels, bet that bih’ gon’ choose (Bih’ gon’ choose)
(Oh, my God)