Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rns, artist - Vado. Date of issue: 31.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rns |
| Yo, on square floors I serve butter to get a step |
| On my second call from Gudda, got six minutes left |
| Can’t talk long, fuck it, told me he was the best |
| Told him on the make up, I got it covered, ya nigga blessed |
| We alright, yacht parties in all white |
| Shaking three small dice |
| Glass tables, the boss life |
| Cigar light, with a broad you call wife |
| Loafers on spice, when I ball, I score lite |
| Room Suite at the Ritz, low for business |
| Reservations at down, frescos, or Flemings |
| Hesitating the shit blow to some gremlins |
| Pulling up in two M’s showing the emblem |
| With foreigner plates, your daughter is safe |
| Just send me a quarter mill, we could call it a day |
| Four acres on the hill, bridge crossing the lake |
| Kingpins coming to chill, grill tossing them steaks |
| I don’t be playing, I be cooking up the base and heading out the dooor |
| Niggas stay patient, get a little, get complacent, not me I need mooore |
| Steady paper chasin, in the fast lane racing, got to get this dough |
| If your real like me, then you feel like me, on your mark get set, lets gooooo |
| Look, Killa made some fresh cut, keep it caught |
| It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s your secret thoughts |
| I don’t fuss, save that for peoples' court |
| Reggie Hammond, I pop the clutch in that beetle porsche |
| Simply the off, the cliff, I lead you off |
| Bullets will lead you off, snitching like he the boss |
| Cut your meter off, no time for BS |
| Rol shine in VS, ghost-ride with GS |
| Slime you see us, Hamptons for the week |
| Partying every day, big Mansion by the beach |
| A glass of chardonnay, chicks standing in Celines |
| Two cars away from expanding once a dream |
| Plans, got several, my mans in federal |
| Hoping for five, they got checks, grams and revenue |
| Fam, Im telling you, need cash to live |
| Like the rock notch of caliber, Dame Dash and BIG |
| I don’t be playing, I be cooking up the base and heading out the dooor |
| Niggas stay patient, get a little, get complacent, not me I need mooore |
| Steady paper chasin, in the fast lane racing, got to get this dough |
| If your real like me, then you feel like me, on your mark get set, lets gooooo |
| Uh, yo, top down on to the next hood |
| Hop out, everything Vivian Westwood |
| Clearly ten steps ahead of whats going on |
| All they do is whisper and point when I throw it on, Corleone |
| Keep em coming, you know Im on my job |
| If it’s under a hundred, it can’t go in my garage |
| At the hearing, feel it, before you seen it on a vlog |
| Not the head of a gang, niggas know I’m in the mob |
| Do your research, Gaudier t-shirts |
| Stop telling on niggas, that’s police work |
| Eye open, CBS, the spots 24 hour CVS |
| Im in the crib that dont show up on the GPS |
| I could kill you, but that’d be a easy death |
| Yes, I’m gonna to get it forever cuz |
| Money ain’t one of my problems, and it never was |
| I don’t be playing, I be cooking up the base and heading out the dooor |
| Niggas stay patient, get a little, get complacent, not me I need mooore |
| Steady paper chasin, in the fast lane racing, got to get this dough |
| If your real like me, then you feel like me, on your mark get set, lets gooooo |