Rich The Kid - Change lyrics
rate me(Verse)
Runnin’ on time, Yolo get rich , won’t faded
He make me more dangerous
How fresh are the bullet, I put with a dope and it sound like a roll, like it’s lavy
And I fuck in the ball, resign and get all
Quit all and get all the paper
Tokyo diamonds and Africa gold it’s all that I’m missing in ay
(Verse)
Y’already know it’s time for the rock out
Glock out, hey man, hundred road drowned
It’s a how man, make it wanna scream
Nigga you bad
Pull up in the business face and get twenty flex chicks
Been a hundred, hundred near that will not change
I’ma go flex, nigga it ain’t never gonna change
Spilling near on my runnits with that have a change
Pull up in that skilly flexing with 20 chains
You nigga never change, spinni’ on my roabing bitch
I got to change it
The money, the chain and yo-yo original will faded more
Will make it more dangerous
How fresh are the bullet, I ball with a dog
Will sell and roll like a slaver
I fuck in a ball resina ______(?)
Tokyo diamonds on African gold
Sorry, I’m missing the haters
They really get cover all wavin’
I went in Mercedes , they never tell this
Balling the seal like I beat with the neighbor
Put it two chains on the back on you lately
Damn, that brand new Mercedes,
Want me for new and a think
All in and prove my degree
I’m only ball for this lane, I lay with you others, shit know you on lane
Pull up in that skilly flexing with 20 chains
Put a hundred, hundred and me will never change
I’m a young rich nigga, you nigga ain’t never change
Really need all my diamonds, wish I had a chance
(Hook)
Pull up in that skilly faces, we 20 chains
Spin a hundred of the demons, but they never change
I’m a young rich nigga and ain’t never change
Finely with my brother, bitch I had the chance
(Verse)
Young rich nigga still pulling all the pistol
Young rich nigga fuck it thou I ball the mission
20 chains on me, he only to one
Got guns on that hundred, do it for the fun
Walking on back, a hundred thousand
I don’t waist nigga, thought I had a fucking ball
I put enough on that mile
You made that bando a trap
I put the work in those hands
She boomerang the money, break it back
20 chains when I serve you, look at that cop and bring all that surgery
You wanna sit nigga now just for me
Well nigga hear my phone when it all begun
(Hook) x 2
(Verse)
Sipping it’s spending the lean
I’m living a dream, my chopper got in for the ring
24 chains on since I have my joint
Bitch from the mirror, she trapping it back
I’m stashing and bancing the basement
My shooter they ain’t meant your face
Wiping and waking the vacking
Walking and tell, you can taste it
She say I got to many chains on
Some nigga say that I chase all
Fuck what you sayin’ _______(?)
Couple hit I got in the banz then I get and ________(?)
I’m facing the game, wait more chopper then the banger stand
Still in the kitchen wearing ____________(?)
(Hook) x 2
