Gunna – Richard Millie Plain Lyrics



[Intro]
Playmakers
Run that back, Turbo

[Pre-Chorus]
Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain)
Countin’ cash on a private plane (Countin’ cash on a private plane, uh)
Couple M’s on the sound exchange (Couple M’s on the sound exchange)
Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain)

[Chorus]
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
Gunna Gunna got a lil’ fame now
Ain’t no cap in my game (My game)
Still’ll hit your block, leave a man down
Shootin’ like I’m shootin’ at the range (Range)

[Verse 1]
Quick, I can let it bang (Bang)
Rich nigga, I let her keep the change (Change)
Fake love, I don’t care to really hang (Fake love)
You a dub and I know you full of shame (You a dub)
Speed it up, know they want to take the lane (Speed it up)
Uh, take a school bus, board the plane (Board the plane)
Did it first, heard they tried to call it lame, huh?
Now these niggas lookin’ like the same (Same)
They was tryna steal my style, dawg
Full outfit, I had to change (Had to change)
Tempt me, I’ma go AWOL (AWOL)
People gon’ think I’m insane (Insane)
I’ma skeet skeet in her face, awh
Fell in love with her brain (Skeet skeet)
Pull the skrrt skrrt on a hater
All you niggas saw was my chain (Skrrt skrrt)
Kiss my ring (My ring)
Pretty bitch swallowed a bean (My bean)
Then she gon’ swallow my thing (My thing)
Lot of ass in the Philipp Plein jeans (Jeans)
Gotta ask? Yeah, I still sip lean (Sip lean)
Swag, bitch, you know what I mean (Mean)
Got the cash like the money machine (Machine)
Black pointers in the bottom of my ring

[Pre-Chorus]
Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain)
Countin’ cash on a private plane (Countin’ cash on a private plane, uh)
Couple M’s on the sound exchange (Couple M’s on the sound exchange)
Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain)

[Chorus]
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
Gunna Gunna got a lil’ fame now
Ain’t no cap in my game (My game)
Still’ll hit your block, leave a man down
Shootin’ like I’m shootin’ at the range

[Verse 2]
Extended kick, I love pointers (Pointers)
Shoppin’ spree, spent me a quarter (Quarter)
Wish him well, I got water (Water)
You a spare, I’m a little smarter (Smarter)
That’s your bitch, then you gotta spoil her (Spoil her)
Tote bananas like it came with a spoiler (With a spoiler)
See you on the camera, I’ma kill your daughter (Kill your daughter)
Niggas know I’m havin’, still drippin’ harder (Still drippin’ harder)
Chromeheart crossin’ my collar (Collar)
All the heels got red on the bottom (Bottom)
Don’t compare, you are not in my column (Nah)
Don’t fall, we ain’t nowhere near autumn (Near autumn)
I’m a man, I’ma solve my problems, awh
Told my family I got ’em (I got ’em)
He was talkin’ his mouth, he ain’t ’bout it at all
Now they don’t know who shot him (Now they don’t know who shot him)
Love Atlanta (Atlanta)
Too much mud in my Fanta (My Fanta)
Gunna pulled up in a Phantom (Pulled up)
Seats same color banana (Banana)
C’s all on the bandana (Yeah)
Please don’t correct my grammar (Please don’t correct my grammar)
Please don’t argue, got candles (Grieve)
Achieve, I have my standards

[Pre-Chorus]
Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain)
Countin’ cash on a private plane (Countin’ cash on a private plane, uh)
Couple M’s on the sound exchange (Couple M’s on the sound exchange)
Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain)

[Chorus]
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
Gunna Gunna got a lil’ fame now
Ain’t no cap in my game (My game)
Still’ll hit your block, leave a man down
Shootin’ like I’m shootin’ at the range



Lil Baby – Time Lyrics



[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Youngin from the project fucked around and got it poppin
I’m like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B’s up
And me, I got Chanel swag, you know I be C’d up
I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock
Kept it real, that’s why I don’t flock
Look at me, I’m on the chart
I don’t look down but I’m on top
I don’t entertain any clout
Play with me, you gon’ get shot for real
Now they can’t resist us, hear ’em tryna diss us
Really need to miss us, prolly with your bitch, bruh
I bought her purse off a piece of my endorsement
Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste
Now I’m on this cash race, I can’t come in last place
I done finally went legit, accountants, I’m a taxpayer
So you know that mean I’m goin’ hard ’til my last day
Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Bendin’ through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
All these blues, niggas asking am I Crip yet? (Cuzzo)
Make a move we X you out, ain’t goin’ tic tac (Brrt)
Put a tag on your toe for all that chit chat (Yeah, yeah)
The richest nigga in my city, that’s a big fact (Big fact)
And we don’t do them lil’ planes, we on the big jet (Big jet)
My dawg still movin’ that ‘caine, and he ain’t quit yet (He ain’t quit yet)
I had to tell him when he came, “Don’t bring no bricks back”
Feel like I’m the chosen one (Woah)
Rolls truck, I ordered one (Woah)
I ain’t mean to buy that bitch a watch, but I bought her one (Ah)
Richard Millie cost a quarter milli’, I got more than one (Yeah)
FN on me lighter than a bitch feel like a water gun (Gang)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Livin’ like a pornstar
Rollie, 7 pointers
Opps finna join us but we ain’t switching sides
Neck look like a freezer, ain’t savin’ no skeezer
They gave me a reason, now they gotta die
I don’t want no smoke with you if you don’t want no smoke with me
But dawg if you want smoke with me, we switchin’ shifts, sleep and creep
I did what they couldn’t do, guess that’s why they mad at me
But what’s up with yo vibe, dawg, why she keep on addin’ me?
This my strategy
Keep on stackin’ Gs, make ’em proud of me
I went Prada Tees, I went Prada jeans
I want Prada fleece, I’m from poverty
Real talk

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

Carnage – Overtime lyrics

(feat. Sebastian Reynoso & KYLE)

[Intro: Sebastian Reynoso]
Ooh, woah

[Chorus: Sebastian Reynoso]
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Millie for the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin’ rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I’m the man of the city
And she got the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an appearance
A weekend in Paris
Smoke weed ’til my face numb
I’m on, on, on, on, rackin’ up the blue chips
On, on, on, on, always focused on a new bitch
On, on on, on, better off with yo bitch
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Mille for the time

[Bridge: KYLE]
Can I hit it like it’s all mine? Yeah
Do you need a little more time? Mmm
Pick you up in a new ride, yeah
I could hook you up with a new life
Haha, yeah

[Verse: KYLE]
Things he can’t do, ayy
I make dreams come true, ayy
I could get you in the mood, ayy
Ooo Ooo, ayy
You know what to do, ayy
Baby make this move, ayy
Is she yours or mine? I wish I knew, ayy

[Chorus: Sebastian Reynoso with KYLE]
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Millie for the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin’ rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I’m the man of the city
And she has the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an appearance
A weekend in Paris
Smoke weed ’til my face numb

[Bridge: Distorted voice]
[?] Grammy
[?] feel me
[?] Grammy
[?] feel me
[?] Grammy
[?] feel me
[?] Grammy
[?] Grammy

[Chorus: Sebastian Reynoso]
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Millie for the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin’ rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I’m the man of the city
And she got the right to Know-ow-ow, she might make an appearance
A weekend in Paris
Smoke weed ’til my face numb
I’m on, on, on