Rich Gang - Paint Tha Town lyrics

rate me

feat. Game, Birdman and Lil Wayne

Red everything, red Bentley

Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red send me

Rack in my pocket, what color is that motherfucker?

Same color as your insides, motherfucker

You know we bang money, bang, bang, bang money

Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang, dummy

And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags

For the money, motherfucker, Wall Street cash

Red jet, hopping with my red flag

Pretty red bitch, with my teeth tat’

Holla respect, the stunting in my digery-dash

Stay fly out the paw, Young Money cash

We bang money, bang, bang, bang money

Cash Money, Young Money, bitch, we flip cash

Blood line on my bloods, see, we see and smash

Tony guns, AKs, nigga spit and dash

High life, Carbine with a extra mag

Hit the curve, bad bitch, nigga dig and dash

My life has never been the same since the cash

My life ain't been the same since I bust this ass

Teardrop gangster, high life gangster

Cash Money, Young Money, bitch ,we the gangsters

You find me on the choppa with my choppa 9's choppers

You can roof bitch, ready chop ‘em

We laugh into the bank, bitch

High life, more money in the bank, bitch

You know we do it 24, shit

More hoes out the paw when we blow, bitch

Red everything, red Bentley

Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red send me

Rack in my pocket, what color is that motherfucker?

Same color as your insides, motherfucker

You know we bang money, bang, bang, bang money

Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang, dummy

And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags

For the money, motherfucker, Wall Street cash

Run up on this Bentley wish a motherfucker would

I leave your ass in Louisiana off in the woods

Choppa sinister city, bad boy since the Diddy

And my Phantom like a strip club, ass and titties

I fuck rats, top models and regular hoes

Take a ball player picture, mess in my regular clothes

And you could have her back, I don't sweat hoes

I put that on my hood like the crown on the Cadillac

Teardrop gangster, only got one

But if I counted all the bodies they drip to my Louis Vuitton

All red Yeezy's, yeah, the flame edition

They say I'm out of my mind like I got a cocaine addiction

‘Cause when I was young I had young money

Niggas try to stress me out so I tatted it on my tummy

Never been a Skylar, far from a dummy

But you disrespect my clip I let the chopper red rumming

Yeah, and we bang money, bang, bang, bang money

50 round drum a nigga try to take this chain from me

You was gonna kill me I'd already be dead

Don't make me come to your hood and paint that motherfucker red

Red everything, red Bentley

Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red send me

Rack in my pocket, what color is that motherfucker?

Same color as your insides, motherfucker

You know we bang money, bang, bang, bang money

Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang, dummy

And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags

For the money, motherfucker, Wall Street cash

Cincinnati red’s hat, tilt that bitch to the right

You know how them bullets travel, motherfucker book a flight

Choppa made them niggas dance, motherfucking boogie nights

All of you suckers pussy, none of you pussies tight

I rep that red flag, that’s right that red flag

I still got blood money, I'm counting red cash

I'm in my skinny jeans, with my red Vans

I'm with a bad bitch, with a red ass

Talk crazy, nigga, highway to heaven

Automatic start, automatic weapon

Momma need a dress, you gonna need a reference

I let Marley shoot 'em ‘cause I'm an convicted felon

Sharp shooter nigga, yeah, shot’s perfect

You ever gurgled blood, bubble up and burp it

I'm in that new coupe, ball head, nigga

I'm Piru, all red, nigga

Yeah, black wall Cash Money paint the town red

Yeah, we paint the town red

I tell ‘em motherfucking

Black wall Cash Money paint the town red

Yeah, we paint the town red

Tell ‘em holla at me

Hit your town in these whips

Sun shining

Yeah, like new money, one hundred