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Tell Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Rich the Kid
Featuring: Young Adz
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Dimitri Roger, Adam Williams




Rich the Kid - Tell Me Lyrics
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[ Featuring Young Adz ]

(Ca-ca-cassius Clay)

Cash money like a nigga cracked the code to the safe
Birdman, I rub my hands when I'm walkin' out the bank
Black Lamb', black Jesus piece
Phone ringin', I don't get no peace
Money geek, I don't get no sleep
That's my bitch with some cash for me
Ooh, I hop out the coupe like an alien

Tell Rich The Kid, I'm sellin' crack like the eighties
Gentleman, I'm a real ladies man
Crack cocaine on the stove (huh, huh, tell Rich The Kid)
Grab for the pipe or your nose
Grab for the pipe or your nose (ooh)
Tell Rich The Kid, "Just hit me in the UK"
I got killers for free
Had a lil' ho from L.A., when I come UK, take some X

New Cybertruck, gotta go 'head and cop it (skrrt)
Rocket on me, keep it right in my pocket
Just tell a nigga, "If you want it, I got it"
Real rockstar, hit the show and rock it (Rock out)
D-block touch down NY, you know I got hitters for free
Nigga, pull up on me

I spent half a million on a Cullinan
These niggas soft like a gummy bear
I can't perform without my gun in there (grr)
Need a rock band, need a drum in there (bah, bah, yee, yee)

Tell me (yeah)
Pull out the chopper like, "Who want it?" (Yeah, rrah)
Pulled out a bag and I sleep on it (woo, woo)
Pulled out the meat, she eat on it (yeah, rrah)
Tell me (yeah)
Who got a badge for long?
Who got a trap and go? (Sheesh)
Why I done crashed the Rolls
Tell me (yeah)
Yeah, why the bitch keep callin'? I'm workin' (workin')
Why the hell I keep flexin' on purpose? (Flex)
Why I keep a fifty on me like Curtis? (Bitch)
Tell me (woo, brr)

Gold frames on me, I'm Cartier'd down
Wallahi, I didn't even know it's a drought (ooh)
Lick after lick, I been rich from a kid
Pat on her pussy, it's thick and it's pink
Patterning birds, I'ma put on a mink
Coke in the Pyrex, I'm watchin' it sink
Akh gonna pull up and rinse, no prints
It's over before you blink
New hammers comin' through Dover
Street nigga, roll back the Rollie when it's over (yeah)

Tell me what you want, pick the biggest bag
Had my bitch Channel down (hoo)
Tell me, where the plug? Knock his head off
We just came from out of town (we did)
New Birkin with a whole lot of pounds (pounds)
My young niggas love the gun sound (yeah)
New Rolls when a nigga touch down
Why everything flooded? Might drown

Cash money like a nigga cracked the code to the safe
Birdman, I rub my hands when I'm walkin' out the bank
Black Lamb', black Jesus piece
Phone ringin', I don't get no peace
Money geek, I don't get no sleep
That's my bitch with some cash for me
Ooh, I hop out the coupe like an alien

Tell me (yeah)
Pull out the chopper like, "Who want it?" (Yeah, rrah)
Pulled out a bag and I sleep on it (woo, woo)
Pulled out the meat, she eat on it (yeah, rrah)
Tell me (yeah)
Who got a badge for long?
Who got a trap and go? (Sheesh)
Why I done crashed the Rolls
Tell me (yeah)
Yeah, why the bitch keep callin'? I'm workin' (workin')
Why the hell I keep flexin' on purpose? (Flex)
Why I keep a fifty on me like Curtis? (Bitch)
Tell me (woo, brr)

Gold frames on me, I'm Cartier'd down
Wallahi, I didn't even know it's a drought (ooh)
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English

(Ca-ca-cassius Clay)

Cash money like a nigga cracked the code to the safe
Birdman, I rub my hands when I'm walkin' out the bank
Black Lamb', black Jesus piece
Phone ringin', I don't get no peace
Money geek, I don't get no sleep
That's my bitch with some cash for me
Ooh, I hop out the coupe like an alien

Tell Rich The Kid, I'm sellin' crack like the eighties
Gentleman, I'm a real ladies man
Crack cocaine on the stove (huh, huh, tell Rich The Kid)
Grab for the pipe or your nose
Grab for the pipe or your nose (ooh)
Tell Rich The Kid, "Just hit me in the UK"
I got killers for free
Had a lil' ho from L.A., when I come UK, take some X

New Cybertruck, gotta go 'head and cop it (skrrt)
Rocket on me, keep it right in my pocket
Just tell a nigga, "If you want it, I got it"
Real rockstar, hit the show and rock it (Rock out)
D-block touch down NY, you know I got hitters for free
Nigga, pull up on me

I spent half a million on a Cullinan
These niggas soft like a gummy bear
I can't perform without my gun in there (grr)
Need a rock band, need a drum in there (bah, bah, yee, yee)

Tell me (yeah)
Pull out the chopper like, "Who want it?" (Yeah, rrah)
Pulled out a bag and I sleep on it (woo, woo)
Pulled out the meat, she eat on it (yeah, rrah)
Tell me (yeah)
Who got a badge for long?
Who got a trap and go? (Sheesh)
Why I done crashed the Rolls
Tell me (yeah)
Yeah, why the bitch keep callin'? I'm workin' (workin')
Why the hell I keep flexin' on purpose? (Flex)
Why I keep a fifty on me like Curtis? (Bitch)
Tell me (woo, brr)

Gold frames on me, I'm Cartier'd down
Wallahi, I didn't even know it's a drought (ooh)
Lick after lick, I been rich from a kid
Pat on her pussy, it's thick and it's pink
Patterning birds, I'ma put on a mink
Coke in the Pyrex, I'm watchin' it sink
Akh gonna pull up and rinse, no prints
It's over before you blink
New hammers comin' through Dover
Street nigga, roll back the Rollie when it's over (yeah)

Tell me what you want, pick the biggest bag
Had my bitch Channel down (hoo)
Tell me, where the plug? Knock his head off
We just came from out of town (we did)
New Birkin with a whole lot of pounds (pounds)
My young niggas love the gun sound (yeah)
New Rolls when a nigga touch down
Why everything flooded? Might drown

Cash money like a nigga cracked the code to the safe
Birdman, I rub my hands when I'm walkin' out the bank
Black Lamb', black Jesus piece
Phone ringin', I don't get no peace
Money geek, I don't get no sleep
That's my bitch with some cash for me
Ooh, I hop out the coupe like an alien

Tell me (yeah)
Pull out the chopper like, "Who want it?" (Yeah, rrah)
Pulled out a bag and I sleep on it (woo, woo)
Pulled out the meat, she eat on it (yeah, rrah)
Tell me (yeah)
Who got a badge for long?
Who got a trap and go? (Sheesh)
Why I done crashed the Rolls
Tell me (yeah)
Yeah, why the bitch keep callin'? I'm workin' (workin')
Why the hell I keep flexin' on purpose? (Flex)
Why I keep a fifty on me like Curtis? (Bitch)
Tell me (woo, brr)

Gold frames on me, I'm Cartier'd down
Wallahi, I didn't even know it's a drought (ooh)
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Writer: Dimitri Roger, Adam Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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