Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Keep Doin' That (Rich Bitch)

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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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