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Rich The Kid - Slide (Lyrics)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
Adrian Hearne Jr.
Adrian Hearne Jr.
Songwriter
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Riko Spazzin
Riko Spazzin
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Dexter Randall
Dexter Randall
Engineer
Dy Krazy
Dy Krazy
Producer
Michael Dottin
Michael Dottin
Mixing Engineer

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Yeah You know what I'm saying? You know You know we slidin', nigga Okay girl, don't act bougie, Let's ride, that's right, let's ride Okay, my girl ain't bougie, She slide, she slide, that's right You ain't talkin' 'bout money, Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet The fuck is you mad at me? (What?) This how it had to be (Had) Mama, she proud of me (Proud) My bitch bad as can be (Be) You niggas is sad to see (Sad) Like go get the cash at least (The cash) The Bentley a capital B (Skrrt) You niggas is mad at me (Mad) You would switch up for a chain (A chain) I'ma fuck her in the Range (Ah) I wanna give her the fame (The fame) I want the Audemar plain (Huh?) You can have that fame back (You can have that fame, ooh) Wake up, where my bank at? (Where my bank, bank, bank?) Too much drip like where that sink at? (Where that drip, drip, drip?) I'm too rich, now I can't go back (I'm too rich, rich, rich) Niggas snitching, I won't do rats (Niggas snitch, I don't) Rich Forever, boy, you knew that (Nigga, what?) Platinum plaque, look, I need more racks (Platinum plaque, look, platinum, platinum) Ooh, these niggas mad 'cause They can't do that (Niggas mad) I had a dream I sold a hundred (Sold a hundred, sold a hundred) I was broke, I'm gettin' money (Gettin' money) She gon' ride with me, slide with me (Slide) Go'n and leave that fake love To the side baby (To the side) I'm makin' investments, stack it like Tetris Give me the neck, know the rest, go'n and exit They might just say I'm trippin', My bank account says different I been sippin' sippin', Got the Maybach tinted (Skrrt) Already got curtains (Curtains) My bitch, she perfect (What?) My shooters, they ride in Suburbans The plug in Ohio workin' (What?) Drop a dub in her Birkin (Birkin) I was geeked on a Perky (A Perky) I'm up shinin' early (Early) Diamonds blinding really (Really) You can have that fame back (Have that fame back, have that fame back) Wake up, where my bank at? Okay girl, don't act bougie, Let's ride, that's right, let's ride Okay, my girl ain't bougie, She slide, she slide, that's right You ain't talkin' 'bout money, Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet The fuck is you mad at me? (What?) This how it had to be (Had) Mama, she proud of me (Proud) My bitch bad as can be (Be) You niggas is sad to see (Sad) Like go get the cash at least (The cash) The Bentley a capital B (Skrrt) You niggas is mad at me (Mad) You would switch up for a chain (A chain) I'ma fuck her in the Range (Ah) I wanna give her the fame (The fame) I want the Audemar plain (Huh?) You can have that fame back Wake up, where my bank at?
Writer(s): Dimitri Roger, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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