Letra de Plain Jane - Rich The Kid

(Feat. ["Kanye West"])

(Yeah, yeah)

I let security pull up for you (Yeah, yeah)

I'm the only nigga take a bullet for you (Yeah, yeah)

Plain jane, I don't even do the bust down (Yeah)

(Skip got that bounce, it go crazy)

I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt)

Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama

She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)

Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag)

Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks)

Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts)

Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie

And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)

Bitch ain't mine, she owned by the streets

Going out sad, that can't be me (Me)

Pussy real good, but it come with a fee (Fee)

He got a Lamb', but it come with a lease (Skrrt)

Look at my neck and wrist on fleek (On fleek)

Chopper bullets sting like a bumblebee (Baow, baow, baow)

Head real good, don't scrape with her teeth (Teeth)

Work at the bank, but she fuck for the cheap (What?)

Finna cop a jet, I need a pilot (Pilot)

Fresher than you, don't need a stylist (Yeah)

Feel like I'm shittin' on everybody (Yeah)

My first car, that was a Maserati (No cap)

Look at my wrist, that's factory

Plain Patek cost two hundred, lowkey (Two hundred, lowkey)

Baby mama tryna put the people on me (What?)

Young nigga shit, I'm still an OG (Rich)

I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt)

Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama

She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)

Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag)

Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks)

Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts)

Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie

And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)

Mm, is it real?

Is it, is it real?

It can't be, it can't be real

This can't be real

This can't be real

This can't be—

Wouldn't like me when I'm angry

Lot of niggas wanna aim me

And the slaves tried to hang me

Everything that they can't be

Drop a milli' on a pinky

Hella rich, money filthy

Want some, well, you ain't P

Buy a piece that you ain't peep

Where you at? Nigga, you ain't deep

New bitch that you can't keep

For the ice, I bought a plain piece

I don't know, somethin' changed me

I don't know, somethin' changed me

Slave niggas tried to hang me

Where I be at mainly?

London

I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt)

Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama

She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)

Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag)

Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks)

Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts)

Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie

And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)

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