(Damn, Rio!)
(Yeah)
I'm wearing Converse, not no Rick
All black stompers and I kick
I ran this shit up quick
Hit a pose and hear it click
And my swag, that shit be sick
I got hella chains to pick
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's just me, my swag, and her
It's just me, my bag, and her
It's just me, my racks, and her
I ran up the bands and copped that fur
My whole career, it's been like a blur
I count up some money and give it to her
That boy is my son, he calling me Sir
I'm experimental, you can call me projectrio!
I ain't detrimental unless you speak down on my bro
Yeah, I'm Rich Divi$ion, I'm getting rich with my lil bro
This shit circumstantial, hol' up, I might switch up my flow
Converse, Armani shit
I'm on some finer shit
Really be having it
Really be swagging it
I'm looking back on it
Wishing I had it when I was so broke with no counterfeit
RD the flow, I'm boutta switch it, I'm boutta switch
My belt is Armani
My shoes are Armani
My bag is Armani
My girl is a hottie
They still waiting on that past tense, but that's old shit from the start
I'm boutta quote myself, I made the industry an art
Vendetta shit, they gon' bring yo ass out on a cart
They act they with Rio, but I know they played a part
She tryna text back
Can you believe that?
She was playing with me, had to get my get back
She calling five months later, but I'm Rio, I won't get back
I got Funna on the track
I got Funna on a track
When I'm talking 'bout my shawty, you know I ain't play 'bout that
I'm rocking with these jeans, yeah, they black just like a cat
Yeah, they black just like a cat
Yeah, they black just like a cat (Yeah)
I'm wearing Converse, not no Rick
All black stompers and I kick
I ran this shit up quick
Hit a pose and hear it click
And my swag, that shit be sick
I got hella chains to pick
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's just me, my swag, and her
It's just me, my bag, and her
It's just me, my racks, and her
I ran up the bands and copped that fur
My whole career, it's been like a blur
I count up some money and give it to her
That boy is my son, he calling me Sir
Yeah, yeah
(Damn, Rio!)
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(Damn, Rio!)
(Yeah)
I'm wearing Converse, not no Rick
All black stompers and I kick
I ran this shit up quick
Hit a pose and hear it click
And my swag, that shit be sick
I got hella chains to pick
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's just me, my swag, and her
It's just me, my bag, and her
It's just me, my racks, and her
I ran up the bands and copped that fur
My whole career, it's been like a blur
I count up some money and give it to her
That boy is my son, he calling me Sir
I'm experimental, you can call me projectrio!
I ain't detrimental unless you speak down on my bro
Yeah, I'm Rich Divi$ion, I'm getting rich with my lil bro
This shit circumstantial, hol' up, I might switch up my flow
Converse, Armani shit
I'm on some finer shit
Really be having it
Really be swagging it
I'm looking back on it
Wishing I had it when I was so broke with no counterfeit
RD the flow, I'm boutta switch it, I'm boutta switch
My belt is Armani
My shoes are Armani
My bag is Armani
My girl is a hottie
They still waiting on that past tense, but that's old shit from the start
I'm boutta quote myself, I made the industry an art
Vendetta shit, they gon' bring yo ass out on a cart
They act they with Rio, but I know they played a part
She tryna text back
Can you believe that?
She was playing with me, had to get my get back
She calling five months later, but I'm Rio, I won't get back
I got Funna on the track
I got Funna on a track
When I'm talking 'bout my shawty, you know I ain't play 'bout that
I'm rocking with these jeans, yeah, they black just like a cat
Yeah, they black just like a cat
Yeah, they black just like a cat (Yeah)
I'm wearing Converse, not no Rick
All black stompers and I kick
I ran this shit up quick
Hit a pose and hear it click
And my swag, that shit be sick
I got hella chains to pick
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's just me, my swag, and her
It's just me, my bag, and her
It's just me, my racks, and her
I ran up the bands and copped that fur
My whole career, it's been like a blur
I count up some money and give it to her
That boy is my son, he calling me Sir
Yeah, yeah
(Damn, Rio!)
(Yeah)
I'm wearing Converse, not no Rick
All black stompers and I kick
I ran this shit up quick
Hit a pose and hear it click
And my swag, that shit be sick
I got hella chains to pick
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's just me, my swag, and her
It's just me, my bag, and her
It's just me, my racks, and her
I ran up the bands and copped that fur
My whole career, it's been like a blur
I count up some money and give it to her
That boy is my son, he calling me Sir
I'm experimental, you can call me projectrio!
I ain't detrimental unless you speak down on my bro
Yeah, I'm Rich Divi$ion, I'm getting rich with my lil bro
This shit circumstantial, hol' up, I might switch up my flow
Converse, Armani shit
I'm on some finer shit
Really be having it
Really be swagging it
I'm looking back on it
Wishing I had it when I was so broke with no counterfeit
RD the flow, I'm boutta switch it, I'm boutta switch
My belt is Armani
My shoes are Armani
My bag is Armani
My girl is a hottie
They still waiting on that past tense, but that's old shit from the start
I'm boutta quote myself, I made the industry an art
Vendetta shit, they gon' bring yo ass out on a cart
They act they with Rio, but I know they played a part
She tryna text back
Can you believe that?
She was playing with me, had to get my get back
She calling five months later, but I'm Rio, I won't get back
I got Funna on the track
I got Funna on a track
When I'm talking 'bout my shawty, you know I ain't play 'bout that
I'm rocking with these jeans, yeah, they black just like a cat
Yeah, they black just like a cat
Yeah, they black just like a cat (Yeah)
I'm wearing Converse, not no Rick
All black stompers and I kick
I ran this shit up quick
Hit a pose and hear it click
And my swag, that shit be sick
I got hella chains to pick
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's just me, my swag, and her
It's just me, my bag, and her
It's just me, my racks, and her
I ran up the bands and copped that fur
My whole career, it's been like a blur
I count up some money and give it to her
That boy is my son, he calling me Sir
Yeah, yeah
(Damn, Rio!)
Writer: Theo Palacio
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