Still Lyrics – Lil Wayne, Rich The Kid

Still Lyrics by Lil Wayne, Rich The Kid is latest English song with music also given by Murda Beatz. Still song lyrics are written by Rich The Kid, Lil Wayne & Murda Beatz.

Still Song Detail
Song Name:
Guard You
Singer:
Lil Wayne, Rich The Kid
Composer:
Murda Beatz
Lyrics by:
Rich The Kid, Lil Wayne, Murda Beatz
Still Lyrics
 
Uhh, trust fund babyy
Lump sums baby
Got a bunch of ’em babyy
Not some money baby
Got much money baby
Brrp brrp, the money comin’ babyy
By the dump truck baby
Young money baby
Tryna’ f^^k someone baby
Boutta run something baby
I am over here havin’ too much fun babyy
That ho dreamin’ have in my trust fund babyy
Gotta suck something baby
What’s up, baby?
What that talk ’bout? Run that tongue for me, baby
Yeah, give me some head for some bread
Ooh, that’s lunch money baby
Rich ni^^a screamin’ out, “f^^k money, baby”
Like what money, baby?
Blood gang babyy, that’s blood money babyy
Love got her own money, love money babyy
Laughin’ too the bank now, no words for the baby
Tell ’em hush lil baby, I don’t trust nothing babyy
F^^k that s^^t, I will bust one, babyy
Got a few guns baby, not one gun babyy
Need two cups baby, not one cup babyy
You done blew up baby, I done f^^ked already
But we could keep that between just us, babyy
Shh I done said too much, huhh, baby?
Frrr, I done made too much, huhh, baby?
Still in the coupe goin’ crazy
Not the vette, that’s a lamb baby
Blockin’ these bi^^hes like spam baby
Swipin’ my card, I got scams baby
I pull up with tunechi like weezy baby
She asked for my kid and I told her, “maybe”
That my baby momma then she get a mercedes
Bi^^h I am rich forever, have a trust fund baby
Still in the coupe goin’ crazy
Not the vette, that’s a lamb baby
Blockin’ these bi^^hes like spam baby
Swipin’ my card I got scams baby
I pull up with rich, he a soldier baby
She asked for my kid and I told her, “maybe”
That my baby momma then she get a mercedes
Bi^^h I am rich forever, have a trust fund baby
My kid get a trust fund
I got rich and bought more guns
I been shootin’ like james bond
Help me up I had no bond
I f^^ked a bi^^h now she rich
Plain patek on her wrist
If I f^^k her it’s a risk
Goin’ raw, tryna’ miss
Pull it out and tell her kiss it
Still in the coupe goin’ crazy
Not the vette, that’s a damn mclaren
I pull up with weezy, your baby starin’
Bi^^h colder than the chain, than the ice I am wearin’
How I turned too a martyr I don’t do no carin’
I just caught a million dawg, need a veterinarian
I am a real deal boss, ain’t no damn comparin’
Half a million plain pateks, I don’t even wear ’em
F^^k her from the back & smack it
Good pu^^y, I am a addict
Bought a benz and then she matte it
Lunch money, I am her daddy
Throw it back, she got a fatty
Baby mama get a new benz
Came with my chopper, I got no friends
It’s a triple stack, I was rollin’
Pop a pill and break her back in
These ni^^as be actin’
Tell your bi^^h ’cause you really were lackin’
I ain’t stressed out, I am really relaxin’
Pinky armour, money be stackin’
Young ni^^a tryna catch a kardashian
Drop off baby then I end up crashin’
Can’t love a ho, I’ma end up passin’
In the coupe goin’ crazy like still
Young ni^^a, fresh prince like will, for real
Still in the coupe goin’ crazy
Not the vette, that’s a lamb babyy
Blockin’ these bi^^hes like spam babyy
Swipin’ my card I got scams babyy
I pull up with tunechi like weezy babyy
She asked for my kid and I told her, “maybe”
That my baby momma then she get a mercedes
Bi^^h I am rich forever, have a trust fund babyy
Still in the coupe goin’ crazy
Not the vette, that’s a lamb babyy
Blockin’ these bi^^hes like spam babyy
Swipin’ my card I got scams babyy
I pull up with rich he a soldier babyy
She asked for my kid and I told her, “maybe”
That my baby momma then she get a mercedes
Bi^^h I am rich forever, have a trust fund babyy
Goin’ brazy

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