Letra Wrong thing de Rich The Kid

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The world is yours 2

2019

Wrong thing

Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

Got the Rolls Royce, it's a truck (It's a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil' blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me 'cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it's a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it's the wrong thing

Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas, they be cappin', they can't flex like us (Cap)
Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
I could teach you lil' niggas how to make a mil' (Make a mil')
All my niggas rich, but why they trappin' still? (Why they trappin' still?)
Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
I might just start trippin', took the wrong pill
Bitch, you ain't a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
Ain't nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
You niggas talkin' like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
The AP, it got dancers (Rich)

Got the Rolls Royce, it's a truck (It's a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil' blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me 'cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it's a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it's the wrong thing

Copped the Lambo, it's a truck (Vroom)
Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
She got real hair, fake ass, I'm tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
She want the Brown Boy 'cause I run it up (Run it up)
I might cop a Richard worth a milli'
Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
My shooter got a forty and it's filthy (Filthy)
And he gon' hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
Countin' money, don't you ever count me out (Yeah)
I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
Smokin' gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
Talkin' facts, I'll take racks off of clout (I'll take racks)

Got the Rolls Royce, it's a truck (It's a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil' blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me 'cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it's a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it's the wrong thing

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Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

Got the Rolls Royce, it's a truck (It's a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil' blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me 'cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it's a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it's the wrong thing

Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas, they be cappin', they can't flex like us (Cap)
Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
I could teach you lil' niggas how to make a mil' (Make a mil')
All my niggas rich, but why they trappin' still? (Why they trappin' still?)
Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
I might just start trippin', took the wrong pill
Bitch, you ain't a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
Ain't nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
You niggas talkin' like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
The AP, it got dancers (Rich)

Copped the Lambo, it's a truck (Vroom)
Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
She got real hair, fake ass, I'm tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
She want the Brown Boy 'cause I run it up (Run it up)
I might cop a Richard worth a milli'
Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
My shooter got a forty and it's filthy (Filthy)
And he gon' hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
Countin' money, don't you ever count me out (Yeah)
I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
Smokin' gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
Talkin' facts, I'll take racks off of clout (I'll take racks)