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V6, ooh, V12 (V12) Just shoppin', raise hell (Raise hell) Pretty boy, baby, paint nails Twelve gauge ready, blow shells V6, woah, V12 (V12) Just shoppin', raise hell (Raise hell) Pretty boy, baby, paint nails Damn, she like me, I can tell Is the Maybach a V12 or V6? (Skrrt) Lil' bitch done seen the Rollie, now she seasick (Bitch) I want the neck, I want the head, I been fiendin' (I been fiendin') I think she said she want a bag, go to Neimans But I'ma go'n and tell the truth, lil' mama nasty I can't give that bitch a dime, please don't ask me It's Gucci, boy, this corduroy (Corduroy) Walk around with two chains like I'm Tity Boi (Like I'm Tity Boi) Drinkin' out the bottle like I'm Diddy, boy We pull up and kill the scene, nigga, it's a casket When I went and copped the Lam' truck, I had to matte it I just gave her one hit, now the bitch an addict When I'm feelin' sad, I might buy a Patek I can tell she wanna fuck me with her friend as well Hangin' out the roof like fuck 12 (Fuck 12) I got too much money, I can't go to jail (Go to jail) Rich Songtexte So ride (In a V12) Go ride (In a V12) Go ride (In a V12) Go ride (In a V12) V6, ooh, V12 (V12) Just shoppin', raise hell (Raise hell) Pretty boy, baby, paint nails Twelve gauge ready, blow shells V6, woah, V12 (V12) Just shoppin', raise hell (Raise hell) Pretty boy, baby, paint nails Damn, she like me, I can tell I can tell (I can tell) If the money brand new just by the smell (By the smell) Might buy the bitch a Benz, a V12 (Skrrt) They was closin' Barneys, had to Saks Fifth it (Had to Saks Fifth it) I'ma do the dash, I can't get a ticket (I can't get a ticket) Ooh, I think they like me (Like me) That's your girl? Then you better hold her tightly (Tightly) Better do the right thing, nigga, Spike Lee (Spike Lee) If you boss up, then you can be just like me (Like me) You can cash out on a Maybach like me (Me) Bought a mansion and my bitch she look like Angeli' ('Li) I was twelve, from my dad, I had stole a V (V) Now when I up in a foreign, I don't need a key YSL (YSL) With the Louis, got Dior on my belt (On my belt) Forgiato on the rims, you can tell (You can tell) I ain't cappin' 'cause that's bad for your health (Health, Rich) So ride (In a V12) Go ride (In a V12) Go ride (In a V12) Go ride (In a V12) V6, ooh, V12 (V12) Just shoppin', raise hell (Raise hell) Pretty boy, baby, paint nails Twelve gauge ready, blow shells V6, woah, V12 (V12) Just shoppin', raise hell (Raise hell) Pretty boy, baby, paint nails Damn, she like me, I can tell Aus Songtexte Mania