(Red Lamborghini, red Lamborghini) (Autumn, Autumn) (Light, light, light, light) I ain´t got no red Lamborghini and I ain´t a model
Stars on my TV, I ain´t got in color I ain´t got no red Lamborghini, no bubbles in my bottle Damn, this is easy, but baby, I´m gon´ run ´em Let me, uh, shoot my shit real quick
[Rich Brian] When I shoot, ayy, they gon´ get a top fade, ooh She bad, and she always tryna rendezvous Speak the truth, keep it 3K like I´m André Can´t relate to this, guess we grew ´round different things, man When I shoot, ayy, they gon´ get a top fade This ain´t horizontal, why you lookin´ at me sideways? Told the venue pay me stocks, I´m feelin´ like Beyoncé I won´t ever quit, I was born to be the shit, ayy
Uh, how´s it feel? Been through ups and downs and they still ask me, "How´s it feel?" Face is hurtin´ from the smiles, it´s time to keep it real I been in the booth like, "Who the fuck I gotta kill?"
[ Bēkon] Slow down, ´cause you´re movin´ too fast for the world You´re gonna miss out Slow down, ´cause you´re movin´ too fast for the world You´re gonna miss out
[Rich Brian] Winter jacket on me, I love when it´s cold out
Act so tough, tell me what you really know ´bout Closed-eyed chronicles, slow ride carnivals, no lines audible Your girl, my girl, it´s all the same when she swallowin´ Aim my dick and I shoot her abdominals My shit dope, always get people wonderin´ Your mirror broke ´cause it saw what´s in front of it Walkin´ ´round, I´m feelin´ like a fully-loaded weapon I just gave you dick, girl, why do you keep askin´ for a present? Actin´ hella fed up, bitch, I´m never givin´ no more credits And my credit card ain´t set up, send me money through the FedEx Everybody sleepin´ on me, ain´t nobody tryna get up
I just bought another mirror, hope I see somebody better I don´t wanna play no game, lil´ bitch, I´m on another level See me at the bakery, I´m tryna get my fuckin´ bread up Serve it with some mozzarella, drippin´ on you mothafuckas You gon´ need to buy umbrellas, you gon´ see me at Coachella Fuck your mothafuckin´ head up, she lookin´ like Cinderella Man, your girl is gettin´ wetter, we about to go meta
[Rich Brian] (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Rich Brian] Hold 50 bands, been on road like 50 days I got hella songs inside the vault that I already made Yeah, we gon´ deliver this in five business days I sell shows like my fuckin´ name Billy Mays These hoes all around me fake, they all Vinny Chase Your girl already know the Wi-Fi at my place I called her December, she drove in the rain She got banned from Uber, she drove the minivan