Rican Johnny - Kevin Gates
Murder For Hire
Bread Winner Association
Comission guys are it
We got it for the next two summers, n_gga
Take her backseat watch this
It's Holiday Season, b_tch
Money count don't stop
Foreign cars, bad b_tches
Suitcase full of money
(Holiday Season)
N_gga I don't get tired
[Hook:]
Money really make me feel like I could be somebody
When I pull up in that Benz, beaucoup freaks surround me
I was born with a plug who am I to lie
You know I let them fly like Puerto Rican Johnny
Money comin' to me ridin' round with duffel bags
Stacks of dirty money wrapped in beaucoup rubber bands
I was born with a plug who am I to lie
You know I let them fly like Puerto Rican Johnny
My b_tch is Tahoe, this whip came equipped with Moscato
My driver be drivin' me around
Gunner and Boobie, my clique full of shooters look stupid
They sendin' them rounds
While I'm in bounds, awkwardly I got an ounce
Groupies be followin' me around
Want me the take off the rubbers, you dummy it's nothin'
You f_ck with a few of my rounds
Britches ain't baggy, but my pants are saggin'
This Five Panel hat and I just turned it backwards
Somewhat eclectic I don't f_ck with rappers
I'm not into swaggin' but they love my swagger
Your b_tch is an animal, f_ck from the back
And it's somewhat degradin' the way I behave with her
Want me to stay with her, I could just play with her hard
On her feelings won't kiss her, won't lay with her
B_tch I got paper to get
If I'm broke then I'd probably end up unhappy
I'm a ceramic, pull up on carbon ceramics
My b_tch didn't deliver a package
The neighbor was snoopin', he threatened to take me to court
And you know we look at it like rattin'
N_gga out in front of his home felt like aiming this long
But that sh_t wasn't even effective
[Hook]
Where the bands at, rubber band that
Caught money givin' orders to a b_tch, excuse me?
Fynna say orders to your b_tch
I ain't really even really wanna argue this sh_t I got a condo and a crib
And the people that I own it check, now n_gga come get it how you live
Put that on the RIP, Rest in Peace to my n_gga Weep got a feelin' that I'm on a muthaf_ckin' wig
Carve a p_ssy not at all a p_ssy, would it bother you or can I call you p_ssy?
On the phone with a b_tch I can call for p_ssy, I ain't feed her no d_ck Im'ma starve the p_ssy
Ball with the balls and my arms in the pause, run a n_gga up with his arms in the car
In the car unalarm, in the car with a alarm I was talkin' bout the feds if your offed then your on
I'm in love with the way the money come off of these drugs
My conversations addictive some people might catch 'em a buzz
While you was in jail this n_gga was f_ckin' your fiance
That b_tch gon' love and she gon' kik but she not Beyonce
[Hook]
N_ggas playin' with my n_ggas when they not here
You know you owe some n_ggas money its gon' sound fair
Treat my n_gga like he [?] you a p_ssy n_gga
And don't be rappin' on his name with all you p_ssy n_ggas
Ball, welcome to Puerto Rico
Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico
Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico
Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico
You got that in there?
Let me hear that n_gga
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