RNP (feat. Anderson .Paak)

One of y'all – gon' be – with me I got two bad – gon' be rubbin' my feet I got three young – down to bust out the heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me Ooh, not one of y'all – gon' be – with me I got two bad – gon' be rubbin' my feet I got three young – down to bust out the heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me Uh, okay, put your – hands up, this the – anthem Smiling 'cause I'm young, rich, black, and I'm handsome Not to mention wealthy, – on her healthy Young millionaire, what the – can you tell me? Smell me? –, that's Chanel cologne I'm in Europe with the tourists with no cellular phone Like ooh, sound like rich – problems I hit a bad – with a fistful of – And the randomness of risky ménages Like get the head right, she can get what she wanted The spits, then flaunt it, my drip like a faucet She told me she was prego, I ain't even take the mother– out my pocket, yeah The opposite She want me to fly her, so I copped a jet Must be thinkin' I'm a one way ticket on a runway Drippin' in my feng shui, sippin' on a sundae Ooh, not one of y'all – gon' be – with me I got two bad – gon' be rubbin' my feet I got three young – down to bust out the heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me Ooh, not one of y'all – gon' be – with me I got two bad – gon' be rubbin' my feet I got three young – down to bust out the heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me I bought a Moncler coat for the times we were broke I'ma wear it in the summer on LeBron James boat Front row? Duh, bro, we don't sit on nosebleeds Ain't your pockets obese? They won't fit in those seats Ayy, we like a cold team, –, Shaq and Kobe Like back in '03, I was only like six Shit, I was like 16, but I can give a 16 I can make a – scream, that's a bit extreme I got a thick bald –, I call her Ms. Clean My drip frosty like Halls and Listerine We all all-stars, you hardly sixth string Yeah, I had to ball hard to harvest these dreams Swear to God, me too, no Harvey Weinstein The coupe was lime green, my wrist was blinding We party in South Beach, Ferraris and blue cheese – Does that even mean? –, just let the hook sing Ooh, not one of y'all – gon' be – with me I got two bad – gon' be rubbin' my feet I got three young – down to bust out the heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me Ooh, not one of y'all – gon' be – with me I got two bad – gon' be rubbin' my feet I got three young – down to bust out the heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me