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