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Rich the Kid - Do You Love Me? Lyrics



Rich the Kid - Do You Love Me? Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Tjay ]

(Yoshi)

You want a six-figure nigga, girl, that's not me
I'm gettin' big checks, I know they wan' stop me
I know they wan' see me below, they wan' drop me
I know, yes, I know, girl, I know these streets wocky
Do you love me? Girl, you know they out for my top
If I fell off tomorrow, would you hold my spot?
I know bitches don't love me, they out for my guap
I ain't gon' never tell them what it's not
I was taught never tell, so I forgot
Money long, might just pull up in a drop, okay
Chasin' them digits, I can't wife a thot, no way
Niggas be steady actin' like they fans, so hey
Hope you're having a wonderful day
I been focused on runnin' them plays

She on my neck like a necklace (ice)
I'm in her mouth like a dentist (what?)
All this paper like I print it (print it)
She want me to fall asleep in it (yeah)
Baby, come closer, closer (closer)
The pussy, it taste like peaches (peaches)
Brain so good, she a genius (genius)
That head so good, I need it (I need it)
R.I.P. to the hoes I used to see (they dead)
Me and my money done growed up
Nah, for real, we can't fold up
F*ck a bitch and make her blow up (blow)
She hot as hell, I gotta snow up (rich)

You want a six-figure nigga, girl, that's not me
I'm gettin' big checks, I know they wan' stop me
I know they wan' see me below, they wan' drop me
I know, yes, I know, girl, I know these streets wocky
Do you love me? Girl, you know they out for my top
If I fell off tomorrow, would you hold my spot?
I know bitches don't love me, they out for my guap
I ain't gon' never tell them what it's not
I was taught never tell, so I forgot
Money long, might just pull up in a drop, okay
Chasin' them digits, I can't wife a thot, no way
Niggas be steady actin' like they fans, so hey
Hope you're having a wonderful day
I been focused on runnin' them plays

Hundred plus, that's just to f*ck up the stage
Niggas broke and dirty, nothin' to say
Fly, rich, and young nigga, stuck in my ways
Steady workin', can't get stuck in a wave
Runnin', runnin', yeah, whatever to do
'Cause I remember havin' nothin' for days
Say I love you, then I'm drummin' for you
They was jokin', it's no lovable stage
Ask your bitch, that's why I'm f*ckin' on her
Shit these bitches do will have you amazed
Turned her up 'cause I was f*ckin' with her
Hard worker, so I gave her a raise
She a vibe, but still it's nothin' with her
It don't ever feel like rushin' with her
Model bitch, yeah, I be clutchin' for her
Run up in person, I'm bustin' for her

Racks, they all on me (racks)
Baguettes, they all on me (baguettes)
Your bitch be all on me (yeah)
Been a minute since I been out in Paris (Paris)
Bad kid, I went to Alden Terrace (bad)
Too rich, I can't be embarrassed (embarrassed)
Spent a dub on a fit, ain't wear it (ain't wear it)
Young niggas havin' (havin')
Runnin' these plays, no Madden (no Madden)
New Richard Mille, that's an Aston (Aston)
New bulletproof truck, no lackin' (skrrt)
She told you it's over, she callin' me like, "Come over" (come over)
I got a chauffeur, Maybach, not the Rover (yeah)

You want a six-figure nigga, girl, that's not me
I'm gettin' big checks, I know they wan' stop me
I know they wan' see me below, they wan' drop me
I know, yes, I know, girl, I know these streets wocky
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(Yoshi)

You want a six-figure nigga, girl, that's not me
I'm gettin' big checks, I know they wan' stop me
I know they wan' see me below, they wan' drop me
I know, yes, I know, girl, I know these streets wocky
Do you love me? Girl, you know they out for my top
If I fell off tomorrow, would you hold my spot?
I know bitches don't love me, they out for my guap
I ain't gon' never tell them what it's not
I was taught never tell, so I forgot
Money long, might just pull up in a drop, okay
Chasin' them digits, I can't wife a thot, no way
Niggas be steady actin' like they fans, so hey
Hope you're having a wonderful day
I been focused on runnin' them plays

She on my neck like a necklace (ice)
I'm in her mouth like a dentist (what?)
All this paper like I print it (print it)
She want me to fall asleep in it (yeah)
Baby, come closer, closer (closer)
The pussy, it taste like peaches (peaches)
Brain so good, she a genius (genius)
That head so good, I need it (I need it)
R.I.P. to the hoes I used to see (they dead)
Me and my money done growed up
Nah, for real, we can't fold up
F*ck a bitch and make her blow up (blow)
She hot as hell, I gotta snow up (rich)

You want a six-figure nigga, girl, that's not me
I'm gettin' big checks, I know they wan' stop me
I know they wan' see me below, they wan' drop me
I know, yes, I know, girl, I know these streets wocky
Do you love me? Girl, you know they out for my top
If I fell off tomorrow, would you hold my spot?
I know bitches don't love me, they out for my guap
I ain't gon' never tell them what it's not
I was taught never tell, so I forgot
Money long, might just pull up in a drop, okay
Chasin' them digits, I can't wife a thot, no way
Niggas be steady actin' like they fans, so hey
Hope you're having a wonderful day
I been focused on runnin' them plays

Hundred plus, that's just to f*ck up the stage
Niggas broke and dirty, nothin' to say
Fly, rich, and young nigga, stuck in my ways
Steady workin', can't get stuck in a wave
Runnin', runnin', yeah, whatever to do
'Cause I remember havin' nothin' for days
Say I love you, then I'm drummin' for you
They was jokin', it's no lovable stage
Ask your bitch, that's why I'm f*ckin' on her
Shit these bitches do will have you amazed
Turned her up 'cause I was f*ckin' with her
Hard worker, so I gave her a raise
She a vibe, but still it's nothin' with her
It don't ever feel like rushin' with her
Model bitch, yeah, I be clutchin' for her
Run up in person, I'm bustin' for her

Racks, they all on me (racks)
Baguettes, they all on me (baguettes)
Your bitch be all on me (yeah)
Been a minute since I been out in Paris (Paris)
Bad kid, I went to Alden Terrace (bad)
Too rich, I can't be embarrassed (embarrassed)
Spent a dub on a fit, ain't wear it (ain't wear it)
Young niggas havin' (havin')
Runnin' these plays, no Madden (no Madden)
New Richard Mille, that's an Aston (Aston)
New bulletproof truck, no lackin' (skrrt)
She told you it's over, she callin' me like, "Come over" (come over)
I got a chauffeur, Maybach, not the Rover (yeah)

You want a six-figure nigga, girl, that's not me
I'm gettin' big checks, I know they wan' stop me
I know they wan' see me below, they wan' drop me
I know, yes, I know, girl, I know these streets wocky
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Writer: Dimitri Roger, Tarik Hemici, Tione Merritt, Rick Rubin, Darryl McDaniels, Joseph Simmons, Jason Mizell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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