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Nouveau Riche Lyrics


Rmr Nouveau Riche

(I-I-Ism)

Hundred thousand to my bitch
I bet she clean it for me
Let me call the bosses, walk on her colleague
New money, nigga, go get your money
Go be somebody
Just make sure you watch your drink at the party

Please (Uh-huh) go and let her choose (Just choose)
Even if she choose (Just choose)
She'll be coming home with me (No way)
You can't see boy
I am not your boy
You can't see the boy

Patek Philippe on me, shine like summer
Big step [?] shoppin' [?]
All white Ghost, don't need the keys
Beverly Hills and Saint Louis
Spendin' like it grow on trees
Niggas out here coppin' pleades

Now I got the life I wanted
Hopin' I don't f..ck it up and
Make mistakes, I'm just a human
In advance, please God forgive me, oh

Hundred thousand to my bitch
I bet she clean it for me
Let me call the bosses, walk on her colleague
New money, nigga, go get your money
Go be somebody
Just make sure you watch your drink at the party

You can't see, I can't show
Everybody want some though
Begging me on her knees
Sign this non disclosure, ho'
Calabasas where we livin' if you are a criminal
School's out, nigga yeah mother f..ck the principals
Ain't no stress, all finesse
Got it out the mud, you can blame it all on me, me, me
Got another milli, don't gotta flip no keys, no keys, no

[?], that's my re-up
Got a little glitter, my seizure
Motion picture, nigga, no teaser
Your girl faul and pitch fever
Took her back you believed her

Now I got the life I wanted
Hopin' I don't f..ck it up and
Make mistakes, I'm just a human
In advance, please God forgive me, oh

Hundred thousand to my bitch
I bet she clean it for me
Let me call the bosses, walk on her colleague
New money, nigga, go get your money
Go be somebody
Just make sure you watch your drink at the party
Hundred thousand to my bitch
I bet she clean it for me
Let me call the bosses, walk on her colleague
New money, nigga, go get your money
Go be somebody
Just make sure you watch your drink at the party

Please (Uh-huh) go and let her choose (Just choose)
Even if she choose (Just choose)
She'll be coming home with me (No way)
You can't see boy
I am not your boy
You can't see the boy


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