Текст песни Dead Presidents - HoodRich Keem, Gunna

Dead Presidents

New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance\nImma count these bands, I’ll fly then land\nThey ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance\nNow it’s out a Benz, new Cartier lens\nDead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents\nThese dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents\nYeah, I cannot switch, yeah\nImma drip with my clique\nHad to stop right quick, yeah\nLemme pop my shit, take the top off my 6\nMakin' money like Mitch, all hundreds, I’m Rick\nPlayboi bunnies, they lay in my crib\nBust a nut and we lit, boy don’t play with that clit\nCount it up and we hit one\nBuy a big house in the hills\nDo this shit with no deal\nImma go and get a mill'\nYoung nigga stayin' trill\nGotta get it how you live\nNew RAF stance, imma drip when I dance\nImma count these bands, I’ll fly then land\nThey ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance\nNow it’s out a Benz, new Cartier lens\nDead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents\nThese dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents\nYeah, boy the lean I’m pourin'\nDrippin' in brand new Rick Owens\nI just flew back in from tourin'\n, can’t come in the mornin'(Racks)\nUsed to be nothin' and I turned important\nIf that, bitch ain’t no Barbie she can’t get in my foreign\nSkrrr, I’m outta here\nLand in New York and we shoppin' at Barney’s\nCame a long way from that block, it was stormin'\nI gotta keep it in motion\nI gotta grind and I gotta stay focused\nStay on your ten and somebody gon' notice you\nI just be gettin' it in like I’m sposed' to\nI’m back on my feet like I never left\nDon’t need no bitch, I’m better by myself\nImma make it, I won’t settle for less\nCame out the hood, I came up off of finesse\nBut I be thankin' the Lord that I’m blessed\nSendin' me blessings and I cannot stress\nRan this shit up and I don’t gotta flex\nFuck these lil bitches, I’m chasin' a check\nDon’t wanna fuck, I want face and some neck\nGeeked up, outer space, just like a cadet\nWe out in Vegas and we makin' bets\nJust landed in LA on a private jet\nI’m so hood rich like Keem\nDraco on me with a beam\nRoll up a blunt, bitch imma stunt\nBought the new .40 with new Saint Laurent (Duke)\nNew RAF stance, imma drip when I dance\nImma count these bands, I’ll fly then land\nThey ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance\nNow it’s out a Benz, new Cartier lens\nDead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents\nThese dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents