Rich in Rome Lyrics – ian

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[Intro: LAZER DIM 700]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: ian]
Uh, took back the Porsche, I was driving too fast, got caught in Carolina, now I gotta do court
Never ever, ever break bread to be laying in no bed with no b!tch who ain’t part of your story
Hermès blanket with the Hermès sheets with the Hermès pillows, I’ma Hermès snore (He hasn’t slept in probably, uh, seven days)

[Verse 2: LAZER DIM 700]
Me and ian fire out your suite, we kicking s*it in, we kicking your motherfu*king door
Sleep on me back then, them folks done woke up, back then I was poor
LeBron in my pants, I got Glock 23, I’m talking ’bout Michael Jordan

[Verse 3: ian & LAZER DIM 700]
They be like “ian, you been ducking?” Why is that my bad? I tell a b!tch “I got bored”
She got no interest in learning about my past, that b!tch wanna spend my money
Lil’ ass deal just hit, you can bet your ass, he already spent that hundred
Skinny-ass pants, I can’t even fit my bands inside these fu*king Purple
Skinny-ass blunt, I’m still getting high as hell ’cause this s*it fu*king purple
Fine s*it, I got this b!tch fine as hell, she don’t need no fu*king surgeon
Y’all boys be like “Damn, my b!tch love ian, I can’t fu*king stand him”
I keep waking up lost again and again, I need some fu*king answers

[Verse 4: LAZER DIM 700 & ian]
S*it been getting pricy with these brands, I start to fu*king shoplift
Everybody getting geeked up on these drügs, everybody fu*king pop s*it
Me and ian done smoked too many blunts, we inside the fu*king cockpit
We perform this s*it, we going crazy, get inside the fu*king moshpit
Every fit I put on, this s*it go crazy, n!ggas try to fu*king copy
Every fit I put on, this s*it look lazy, I’m still fu*king balling
Took her out to eat, she ain’t order that much, but she damn sure ate when we both got home
Lil’ ho a ten but she talk too much, I’m the only one ever that’s told her, “No”
I know the ho was gon’ come, when she brought one friend, I knew the lil’ ho gon’ go
I went out, I ain’t gotta have a fire in my pants, I ain’t gotta post at the store

[Verse 5: Nino Paid]
Younging, I’m rich as hell and my face card good in the streets and I still get the bags for the low

This a weak-ass beat, I’ma still run this b!tch ’cause I’m still tryna work on my flow (Alright)
Semi-automatic, fully-automatic, young n!gga hop out looking like a pro (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
N!ggas swear he got it, n!gga never had it, I don’t wanna hang with you, boy, you a ho (Alright)
I’m really a bad influence, I shouldn’t be hanging with ian (I shouldn’t be)
I’m looking for fine s*it, young n!gga came with LAZER and no, I ain’t talking ’bout beams (Fu*k, fu*k)
N!gga, you dead wrong, why you is you blowing my phone up knowing I’m high off the lean? (Alright)
N!gga tryna reach for the chain, I beat breaks off his ass like Rodney King
Why the fu*k I go last on the song? The next time, n!gga, I’m starting the beat
N!gga, we safe in the hood, told ian, “You good ’cause n!gga, you riding with me” (N!gga, you riding with me)
I ain’t gon’ trip ’bout a b!tch, can’t trip ’bout a b!tch, these hoes come undone in a pizza (Alright)
Dumb-ass n!gga, you never gon’ make it off rapping, that s*it you been dropping is weak (Weak-ass sh—)