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Rick Ross - Keep Doin' That (Rich Bitch) Lyrics

Ft. R. Kelly

She god a condo in the area
She stand with friends and all these bitches is bad
Watch it, they gone each other
I’m talking pussy to ass
Don’t boy feeling lost, tracking device on the cock
Tattoos on her own, double amble charm
Channel bag on the hip
Her man is bracelets and things
Let them fuck Meek Mill
Told ‘em keep say in that dream
Get the lexes to flip
Brow the texting for zip
She make it rain like a nigga
We got more money to get

Rich bitch, call her rich bitch
Cuz she fuck with dope boys and can suck a good dick

Yeah I’mma spend all this money fast, fast
Girl you doin’ something to me fast, fast, fast
Hell yeah, keep doin’ that, keep doin’ that
Doin’ that, ooh yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep doin’ that, keep doin’ that, doin’ that
Doin’ that, ooh

I’ll be visit you tonight,
She take us like pitchers
Diamonds thugin’ from Prada
Get pussy prestige
And she remind me something
But that shit ain’t my gene
Imagine Buggati, Versace shits when we free
He be moving at dawn
Call a mil on the rips
Why you nigas been sleeping?
These bitches fucking your bitch
Sax fill four tags meaning my pop text
Crack and die pop thung
That’s a zu and hop that
She on the phone making deals, we get her the checks
My ? on the cruse, I let it mine by conel
I fuck her all on the mable
Yeah that girl she’s a freak, she like coming the money, she’s he female,

Yeah I’mma spend all this money fast, fast
Girl you doin’ something to me fast, fast, fast
Hell yeah, keep doin’ that, keep doin’ that
Doin’ that, ooh yeah, yeah, uuh, yeah
Keep doin’ that, keep doin’ that, doin’ that
Doin’ that, ooh, yeah

Room service for weeks and that’s the town with beast she only wear pennies once
And pas it down to her knees
Let’s go shopping in the roll?>
Can’t get wick in locales
Shit bast on summer yo
Never party will locals, niggas with them buck smokers
VIP with dope boys and DJ shout out the social
That lay parking in rave
Cocaine all on the face
A Rolex ice is mine, throw up my game is on
We going bottle for bottle
Build that rose to the broofe
Rich bitches and should land on the buf
I’ve been dropping so much nigga
My bitch shopping so much nigga

Yeah I’mma spend all this money fast, fast
Girl you doin’ something to me fast, fast, fast
Hell yeah, keep doin’ that, keep doin’ that
Doin’ that, ooh yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep doin’ that, keep doin’ that, doin’ that
Doin’ that, ooh
 

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