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
IÂ’m talking pussy to ass
DonÂ’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 IÂ’mma spend all this money fast, fast
Girl you doinÂ’ something to me fast, fast, fast
Hell yeah, keep doinÂ’ that, keep doinÂ’ that
DoinÂ’ that, ooh yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep doinÂ’ that, keep doinÂ’ that, doinÂ’ that
DoinÂ’ that, ooh
IÂ’ll be visit you tonight,
She take us like pitchers
Diamonds thuginÂ’ from Prada
Get pussy prestige
And she remind me something
But that shit ainÂ’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
ThatÂ’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 sheÂ’s a freak, she like coming the money, sheÂ’s he female,
Yeah IÂ’mma spend all this money fast, fast
Girl you doinÂ’ something to me fast, fast, fast
Hell yeah, keep doinÂ’ that, keep doinÂ’ that
DoinÂ’ that, ooh yeah, yeah, uuh, yeah
Keep doinÂ’ that, keep doinÂ’ that, doinÂ’ that
DoinÂ’ that, ooh, yeah
Room service for weeks and thatÂ’s the town with beast she only wear pennies once
And pas it down to her knees
LetÂ’s go shopping in the roll?>
CanÂ’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
IÂ’ve been dropping so much nigga
My bitch shopping so much nigga
Yeah IÂ’mma spend all this money fast, fast
Girl you doinÂ’ something to me fast, fast, fast
Hell yeah, keep doinÂ’ that, keep doinÂ’ that
DoinÂ’ that, ooh yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep doinÂ’ that, keep doinÂ’ that, doinÂ’ that
DoinÂ’ that, ooh
She god a condo in the area
She stand with friends and all these bitches is bad
Watch it, they gone each other
IÂ’m talking pussy to ass
DonÂ’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 IÂ’mma spend all this money fast, fast
Girl you doinÂ’ something to me fast, fast, fast
Hell yeah, keep doinÂ’ that, keep doinÂ’ that
DoinÂ’ that, ooh yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep doinÂ’ that, keep doinÂ’ that, doinÂ’ that
DoinÂ’ that, ooh
IÂ’ll be visit you tonight,
She take us like pitchers
Diamonds thuginÂ’ from Prada
Get pussy prestige
And she remind me something
But that shit ainÂ’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
ThatÂ’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 sheÂ’s a freak, she like coming the money, sheÂ’s he female,
Yeah IÂ’mma spend all this money fast, fast
Girl you doinÂ’ something to me fast, fast, fast
Hell yeah, keep doinÂ’ that, keep doinÂ’ that
DoinÂ’ that, ooh yeah, yeah, uuh, yeah
Keep doinÂ’ that, keep doinÂ’ that, doinÂ’ that
DoinÂ’ that, ooh, yeah
Room service for weeks and thatÂ’s the town with beast she only wear pennies once
And pas it down to her knees
LetÂ’s go shopping in the roll?>
CanÂ’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
IÂ’ve been dropping so much nigga
My bitch shopping so much nigga
Yeah IÂ’mma spend all this money fast, fast
Girl you doinÂ’ something to me fast, fast, fast
Hell yeah, keep doinÂ’ that, keep doinÂ’ that
DoinÂ’ that, ooh yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep doinÂ’ that, keep doinÂ’ that, doinÂ’ that
DoinÂ’ that, ooh