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Rich Amiri - Aint Nothing (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Amiri
Rich Amiri
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Songwriter
Maxvon
Maxvon
Songwriter
Amiri Dexter Chase
Amiri Dexter Chase
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Producer
Maxvon
Maxvon
Producer
Edgard Noel Herrera
Edgard Noel Herrera
Mastering Engineer
Luis Flores
Luis Flores
Mixing Engineer

Letras

Huh, 2023, bitch, this Chase year Turn up Yeah, yeah, Amiri Flare, yeah Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bitch and they think that a young nigga slow Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope (yeah), hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho Puffin' on dro got a nigga eyes low Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one my bro Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one of my folks And the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (ain't nothin') And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain't nothin' (ain't nothin') Instagram hoes ain't nothin', Instagram posts ain't nothin' (nope, nope) Thinking yo' bitch on lock, lil' boy, she fuckin' (ha), dirty lil' whore, she love it (ha) Think you gon' do something 'bout that bitch, you buggin' Nigga gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff Hundred racks in the zip, I'ma fuck around, put a bag on a bitch (that zip) Goin' fast in the whip, in the passenger, got a nat, give me lip (skrrt) Smokin' gas out the zip and I'm pourin' the lemonade in the mix (woo!) Got a bae doin' tricks on my dick, it's a parade in my city (let's go) Hate but they broke, I don't get it (I don't get it), fuck her, she probably regret it Jayden be off the beans, oh, Chase, he be off the Venom (yeah) Hundred racks sittin' in the Phantom, bag on my head like bandana These niggas burnt like a candle, huh, ball like I'm Julius Randle Don't you tell me what you seen or heard a nigga doin' I got rich, I'm tryna put on my bruddas, I ain't there yet Kate want me to die, hah, stupid bitch, I ain't dead yet (I ain't dead) I get them bricks from Fedex and I bag 'em up and sell 'em And I can't even lie and say that I never needed you When I was down I needed you, honestly, I was feelin' you Now they come back, want some shit, Niggas so flaw, cut 'em off quick (Chase) I done went up, I'm proud of my wrist (Chase!) I'm proud of my hoes, I'm proud of my bitches (Chase!) Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bitch and they think that a young nigga slow Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope (yeah), hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho Puffin' on dro got a nigga eyes low Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one my bro Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one of my folks And the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (ain't nothin') And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain't nothin' (ain't nothin') Instagram hoes ain't nothin', Instagram posts ain't nothin' (nope, nope) Thinking yo' bitch on lock, lil' boy, she fuckin' (ha), dirty lil' whore, she love it (ha) Think you gon' do something 'bout that bitch, you buggin' Nigga gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff
Writer(s): Max Vonlossow, Rio Leyva, Elijah Policard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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