[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Six designers on, I just can't have one
Three foreign hoes, I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Three hoes in the bed giving head, and you know Young Rich gotta keep a Puerto Rican one
I'm in L.A., she in Italy, in Versace tryna get rid of me
Six chains on, three rings on
Pull out in a Faragamo Range Rover
Rich nigga hit [?]
[?] bricks for the peysos
[?] like nachos
I send them bricks to Paydro
I'm out in Venezuela, [?] birds straight to Casino
[?] straight to the airport
I don't even drive, 'cause I got an escort
Face card good, I don't need a passport
Ball so hard, I ain't never played the court
Press one button, now the whole roof gone
In a Maybach with a bitch from Hong Cong
Gas and lean, blowing on strong
Roley tells me that I'm on
My partner had [?] right in my driveway
Doing 350, going down the highway
Remix that brick, no yay
And then I call Jose
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Six designers on, I just can't have one
Three foreign hoes, I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Quavo
Eight chains on me, all cost a hundred
Call up the plug, get the bricks from Bahamas
Young nigga trapping out the bando, getting weight, now I moved up to the condo
Now I just can't have one
Two bitches came from Collarato
And my pinky ring, that shine, look like I'm drinking on Moscato
When I'm walking through my hood, young niggas calling me Huncho
No, I do not fuck with cops, gotta keep that nine on me, robo
And I'm on the block, and I got the bricks, [?] they know
Call up the plug, we finessing Jose
My time don't tick, in that flooded out Rolex
Wearing six designers, bricks in a Panamerra
Talladega Nights, my diamonds Quavo Will Ferrell
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Six designers on, I just can't have one
Three foreign hoes, I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
The Prada, the Fendi, the Gucci, pull up in Suzuki, I ride with a cutie
Mcm bag, got a cutie
You a [?]
The Christian Louis Vuittons, checking my Louis Vuitton
Blowing up like I'm from Kazakhstan, I'm Mr. Miyagi, you Danielson
So many designers, they coming from China, and [?]
I'm rolling the cord, no Christian Spiner
The niggas studdy me like it's the finals
I got a plug, and he got a plug
But I am the plug, and I got the drugs
[?] my circle, I show you no love
I don’t do the dub, I sell you a dub
Whipping that brick like its Tobi
I'm balling on top, Ginobili
I'm scorring on niggas like Kobe
[?] can't hold me
My shoes, that's Balisiaga
Heck my belt Ferragamo
Diamonds [?] got me colder than tundras
[?] put that on my momma
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Six designers on, I just can't have one
Three foreign hoes, I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
I just can't have one
