Like Yoga

[Intro: Rich The Kid]

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Realest)

(HitKidd, what it do, man?)

You dig?

Gotta let the beat breathe

Huh, woo

Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]

Niggas ain't fuckin' with me

Who made 'em wanna be a boss and ride in the B? (Skrrt)

The truth with a capital T (T)

All these young niggas wearing plain janes 'cause of me (Me)

I dance on the beat like Michael (Michael)

Crash in the bitch, need Geico (Geico)

Need a crib in MIA, oh (Yeah)

They was sleepin' on me, that's alright though (Alright)

In Atlanta, I had a lil' condo (Condo)

Know I kept me a .9 like Rondo (Grrah)

Know I had to get rich like pronto (Pronto)

When you send your addy, better lay low (Lay low)

Now I mix the Keisha with a Faygo (Yeah)

I see through 'em like a bagel (Bagel)

Pockets looking like they prego (Ha)

Bust in it like a Draco (Draco)

Pull up with a Cuban, no link

Ain't gotta rap just to get it, the fuck did you think? (Think)

I just might need a shrink (Shrink)

All these racks on me, I'ma need a Brinks (For real)

I'ma need a hundred mill' for the label (Label)

Throwin' up these hundreds, she gon' need a raincoat

Round of applause how she clap it

Thought she a dancer, but she an actress

Hit her on the couch, not the mattress (Mattress)

All of my watches, they factory (Factory)

I know you ain't workin' as hard as me (No)

These niggas be hatin' because it's free (Hatin')

Your bitch, she callin', she want the D (Your bitch)

Really, she like me 'cause I'm a G (Woo)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & BIA]

Make her stretch like yoga (Yoga)

She got that water like Boca (Like Boca)

Play a game, no poker (No poker)

Make it wiggle, bend over (Bend over)

Give a ho the cold shoulder (Cold shoulder)

Just drive a Bentley, not the Rover (Skrrt)

Make her sing like Doja (Doja, BIA, BIA, yeah)

[Verse 2: BIA]

Uh (Uh)

I got Chanel on the feet

That's why I'm chargin' a hundred to walk on the beat (Doot, doot)

I made a mill' in a week

I got receipts, so I told 'em to read it and weep (Cash)

And I'm still in the street

Bitches ain't badder than me, you could put it sleep

Bitches is cheap, bitches is weak

I'm hearin' me every time that they speak (Uh)

Like, Rich, what's next?

Ayy, clear the check (Grrt)

We in Vegas off the jet

Quarter ticket on a bet (Skrrt)

I'm not SOD, but flex on me and we got stacks on deck

I'm the one that come collect (Ayy, I need it)

All this money I get, damn, I need a bank though

All this smoke in my whip, I might have to change clothes

You been movin' funny, I'ma show you what's a prank though

Damn, his shit don't even crank though

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]

Make her stretch like yoga (Yoga)

She got that water like Boca (Like Boca)

Play a game, no poker (No poker)

Make it wiggle, bend over (Bend over)

Give a ho the cold shoulder (Cold shoulder)

Just drive a Bentley, not the Rover (Skrrt)

Make her sing like Doja (Doja, yeah)