Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Young Rich Willin , by - London Jae. Release date: 27.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Young Rich Willin |
| I went from check to check, deck to deck |
| Now I just collect the check, catching jets |
| Baby girl extra wet, extra wet |
| I’m like excellent, excellent |
| Yeah most definitely hit that bitch with that |
| Screaming, good brain, good neck and shit |
| Hundred K on my necklace |
| Imma rep my squad till the death of me |
| Get it in the morning like breakfast |
| All up in her mouth like breath mints |
| Pulling on them drawers like dressers |
| She got a big booty, god bless her |
| God bless her, and she finna get bodied like wrestlers |
| We young and rich and wyling, tonight we young and restless |
| New 100k on her ay |
| Fuck with some lights |
| Don’t give a fuck bout the price |
| No Genre, you fucking right |
| Hit your bitch with the pipe |
| She gone get it tonight |
| Tatted up like a biker, hey |
| And she gone ride this dick like a motorcycle |
| She wet like the ocean |
| We do weed and get lit |
| Swear it feel like I’m floating |
| No hands she go crazy |
| Suck and swallow them babies |
| Imma snap this rubber on |
| That pussy wet like she bathing |
| That pussy wet like she bathing |
| Throw 100 racks on the chain |
| Pull up at the mall in a range |
| Nigga hanging out like the brain |
| Money, anything I’m in I’m shining |
| I just want it all, fuck em all, I’m grinding |
| I just want to ball, no lying |
| King of the jungle, no lion |
| I’m sticking to it, flavor on me ho |
| I’m dripping Louis, gator on the toe |
| Don’t misconstrue it, waiting on me to blow |
| I’m next to do it like your neighbor ho |
| I’m in your neighborhood, turn up on her like collard greens |
| Chasing money, she following |
| Forty floors up she hollering |
| No Halloween but I’m tricking |
| Trick her out the panties, I’m treating |
| Treat to the dick, I’m beating |
| Beat it till my nigga she freaky |
| No water ho, she be skeeting |
| No kissing, she lick on me like she miss me |
| She spit on it, got me sticky |
| No hickeys, I got a missus |
| She wetter than a river, Imma dive in |
| Now pull them panties to the side and let me slide in |