Raw 3

[Intro: Kash Doll] (Coach me, Joey) (KD) [Verse 1: Kash Doll] Let's get it My shoes and my bag alone worth a quarter milly (Ayy) I can post my feet on OnlyFans and break the city (Facts) Real bitch, only thing fake is my titties Hahaha, what happened? Who did it? (Huh?) Had a lil' run for a minute, bitches finished (Fuck outta here) Walked in Mercedes, told the dealer no limit The maintenance on the whip, it's gon' cost a quarter chicken I'm in my bag now, I'm feelin' like Missy Flyin' down the Lodge in the drop, you can't miss me (Yoom) The RM don't stand for room, it stand for Richard Millie Still rockin' Fenty, my endorsemеnt one-sixty Uh, excuse mе? Hello? (Hello?) I don't want some flowers, don't you see my kit rose? (Ayy) Can you get my number? Would you like to get hoed? I'm in here tryna shop, nigga, get the fuck on (Fuck outta here) [Verse 2: Cash Kidd & Babyfxce E] Huh, that's unfortunate Bullets smacked him in his ass like good sportsmanship One hundred a stroke, your bitch know she can't afford this dick Let it grow, I don't know who to pop like a Murray bitch Huh, yeah, outta there Dropped the top, I took it off like Nelly 'cause it's hot in here Is it me or did I get rich or havin' not a care? Huh, these niggas got big poor like Papa Bear I don't want the bitch if when I'm with her, they don't stop and stare Rode the Ghost around through the city, everybody scared You can see the R when I pose, this ain't Rocawear Don't go back and forth over hoes, this ain't hockey air I don't know who spin more blocks for me, G or Lavier I wasn't even horny for your bitch, the liquor got me there He put five percent on his Charger, still gon' die in there Mama said it's been a lot of shootings, told her I'm aware (Yop, yop, yop) [Verse 3: Babyfxce E & Loni B] Make sure you keep your shiesty down just in case they check the cameras She can't find her a new nigga because I set the standards Tuck the switchy in the Huggies box, bro, they ain't gon' check the Pampers Them bottle girls always look way better than the fuckin' dancers Glocks, Dracs, switches, bad bitches, fast shit, and dog shit, bro, we got all above Don't make it seem like you got off on me 'cause I showed you love Feel like a trophy when you cop a Rollie, that's why you hold it up Walk out the store with a slushy cup, but this bitch soda'd up He told me he was fucked up without sayin' it because he sold his buffs Think I got some water all over my hands, bro, I can't hold a grudge Unc' been doin' this shit for like ten years, he still can't throw the cup Every time I talk to somebody I ain't seen in years, they say, "You goin' up" I did shit too, don't care 'bout what you did, gon' have to show me somethin' Let me crack first time I tried to hit, bro, she a hole in one This one all legit, but I still drive it like my stolen one (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 4: Loni B] Chanel rain boots seventeen, let me go find a puddle If you wasn't busy dick suckin', then you might could bubble You know how much this kit cost? Then you know I don't tussle Niggas chain stiff like kid parties, got no kind of hustle I lose buffs like Velma, you can't afford the real ones Think a tornado hit the 'Vette, took off the whole ceiling Bro seen the opps and turned Terio like, "Ooh, kill 'em" My dentist said I'm doin' good, I ain't got no fillings [Verse 5: Babyface Ray] Yeah, she want me to fuck her raw, but I got too much, I can't do that (Too much) My young nigga got him a switch, he tryna find him somethin' to shoot at (Bitch) I pull off jumpin' the line, I got my rank up, I'm not waitin' for shit (Mhm) I don't want no feelings I do fake, that's why I'm payin' for it Yeah, Louis laces fat like Lanvin and I'm plannin' (Playin') Hundred K all blue faces, think I scammed this shit (Not at all) All that hatin' niggas doin', I'ma smack his bitch (They hatin') 2K a night, top floors, trappin' out the Ritz (Trap) She ask me who I'd kiss, I'd rather buy a Rick (I'd rather buy a Rick) I keep a dirty pole on me like I'm not legit I got more money than the dean without a scholarship I flush a whole pint of lean before I buy a bitch [Verse 6: Baby Money] A thousand grams on my Cuban, could've bought a brick I don't care why we into it, we ain't squashin' shit Coppin' bags and drive 'em back, that's what got us rich San Antonio, I'm coachin' plays like I'm Popovich I was just sleepin' in the cold, I got a mil', but I want more New Bentley, crack the door, that bitch gon' highlight on the floor Buy 'em by the truckload, but they got here by a boat They only two hours away, they 'bout to drop 'em off on Poe It's swim lessons, just put a baby in the water, it's gon' float Put my hands on a bitch, right now, I got her by the throat She lovin' me, when you in and out of town, she fuckin' me We killed his mans last year, we 'bout to send him company This shit for real, for a pretty penny, it get ugly That head be good when you do it, baby, let my brother see Yeah, my year gold, it's crazy, did it in a couple weeks A cool cold bitch with me, put her in some double C I miss her, when she with me, the stick in my bitch purse Don't bring your ho around the gang 'less you let me hit first 'Fore you go and buy a chain, nigga, buy a brick first Sixty thousand on my watch, this shit make my wrist hurt, easy money