Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DO DAT, artist - Stunna 4 Vegas. Album song RICH YOUNGIN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Billion Dollar Baby, Interscope Records;
Song language: English
DO DAT |
Nigga really got rich in six months, for real, I watched that shit with my own |
fuckin' eyes |
Really three, but a nigga spend too goddamn much |
Goddamn, this nigga get so much goddamn money, nigga, what the fuck? |
(Tellin' you) |
Oh my God, I need a taste of the Rich Youngin |
Okay (Okay), I’ma give her a taste of this shit (Uh) |
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh |
He got rich in six months, how he do that? |
(How he do that?) |
I keep my foot on they neck, but y’all knew that (Y'all knew that) |
We ain’t goin', your shit’ll get blew back (Bah) |
Your ass get whooped, say it’s smoke, we could do that (Ooh) |
I break her neck, she like, «Who that?» |
Your ho get took, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh) |
She ate the D like she knew me (Uh) |
I’m the streets' hottest youngin, she already knew that (4X) |
We’ll put a bitch up like a throwback |
Freak ho, she mix the Perc' with the Moët (Uh) |
So many racks like I grow it (Racks) |
Hit the stage, do my dance in this bitch like I’m Kodak (Uh) |
Make 'em freeze like he took a Kodak picture (Freeze) |
My lil' nigga move on 'em, I whistle |
That bitch think I’m hot, sizzle |
I’m a pit', she told me her nigga a Shih Tzu (Uh, uh) |
I won’t go back and forth with no rap nigga, I got business to tend to |
Too many racks to count, lil' nigga, I’ll flip you (Flip) |
We fill him up with lead like a pencil (Brrt, brrt) |
No diss, I’m tryna send a missile |
I need M’s, bitch, I’m on a mission (Cash) |
I’m with my, I’m with my shooter, but I got a stick, too (Uh) |
He up, then I’m uppin' this bitch 'til it click, too (Bah) |
He got rich in six months, how he do that? |
(How he do that?) |
I keep my foot on they neck, but y’all knew that (Y'all knew that) |
Goin', we ain’t goin', your shit’ll get blew back (Bah) |
Your ass get whooped, say it’s smoke, we could do that (Ooh) |
I break her neck, she like, «Who that?» |
Your ho get took, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh) |
She ate the D like she knew me (Uh) |
I’m the streets' hottest youngin, she already knew that (4X) |
I said, «We gon' call that boy Rich Youngin'» (Rich) |
He got rich in six months, I can vouch (Let's go) |
Okay, you done got slick at the mouth (Yeah) |
That lil' bitch talkin' shit, kick her out (Like, bitch) |
I made my young niggas do that, go pull up and post up a pic at your house |
(Cheese) |
Make him tag BDB in the caption (Let's go) |
Hit his ass with that stick, he come out (Okay) |
I done went spent a whole lot of money with Johnny, I got a whole brick in my |
mouth (Yes, sir) |
My bitch get the money, bitch, send the deposit if you want my bitch to come |
out (No cap) |
They want fuck me, Big 4, and my DJ (Big 4) |
Throw my shirt at a ho, it’s on eBay |
Windows down, the heat on on the freeway (Zoom) |
I pull up with Rich Youngin, they holler that nigga |
Got rich in six months, how he do that? |
(How he do that?) |
I keep my foot on they neck, but y’all knew that (Y'all knew that) |
Goin', we ain’t goin', your shit’ll get blew back (Bah) |
Your ass get whooped, say it’s smoke, we could do that (Ooh) |
I break her neck, she like, «Who that?» |
Your ho get took, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh) |
She ate the D like she knew me (Uh) |
I’m the streets' hottest youngin, she already knew that (4X, Baby) |
It’s Baby and Baby and 4X |
I ran that lil' shit up in no time |
Puttin' dick in your bitch if we lock eyes |
I’m so hot, start a fire when I walk in |
Hit her friend, I ain’t stop when she walk in (Nat) |
I can drop every month and go top ten |
Make her do what I say, let her get what she want |
Bitch, you better shut up when I’m talkin' (Shut up) |
Lot of cars, how the fuck I miss walkin'? |
(Nah) |
I drop hit after hit, I don’t miss (Never) |
'Posed to be somewhere servin' in one of them houses with pounds, |
how the fuck I get rich? |
Who the hell said that life was a bitch? |
I got too many bitches, but one life to live |
Fuck how they feel |
If we got a problem, that money’ll solve it |
My dollars and followers match |
I really started from scratch |
Pistol and pack, now I get millions to rap |
Influence the youngins to trap |
Put my whole hood on the map, first the water was tap |
Now a jet for a nap, now the motor the back |
Meet promoter with racks, keep her head in my lap |
And my hand on the strap, ain’t no dyke shit |
On that Chief Keef, «I Don’t Like» shit |