Rich Amiri - TOUCHÉ Lyrics

This bitch tryna f*ck me for my cash, she done lost her mind
Silencer up on the Glock 30, it won't make a sound
They was fakin' back then, it's gettin' hard to fake it now, huh
If she wanna go with me, I'ma take her down, yeah
Yeah, I got the whip roarin'
This a 'Rari Testarossa, boy, you can't afford this
Yeah, Amiri crankin' up the heat, I got it boiling
Rapper say he woke the city up, bitch, I'm snoring

Play it safe, keep it quiet, I don't got nothin' to say
Hit her at my place, when she leave, her contact get erased
Not tryna catch a case but if he keep on starin', I'ma face him
I know that's your bae, but if she keep on starin', I'ma take her
We eat out at Nobu, that's a thousand dollar plate, yeah
I was overseas for tour, I'm back up in the states, yeah
Rollin' up exotic only thing that keep me sane, yeah
Pull up in that Batmobile, feel like Bruce Wayne, yeah
Shawty started f*ckin' with me, got a new name
Green tip .556'll knock a nigga toupee
Half a hundred racks, what I made in two days
She a smart bitch, she did me how I did her, touché

This bitch tryna f*ck me for my cash, she done lost her mind
Silencer up on the Glock 30, it won't make a sound
They was fakin' back then, it's gettin' hard to fake it now, huh
If she wanna go with me, I'ma take her down, yeah
Yeah, I got the whip roarin'
This a 'Rari Testarossa, boy, you can't afford this
Yeah, Amiri crankin' up the heat, I got it boilin'
Rapper say he woke the city up, bitch, I'm snorin'

Don't know nobody, she want me, she on my body
I been on Rodeo spendin' cash like it's a hobby
Run off with your shit, I'd like to see you try and stop me
Pillow talkin' to your friends, bae, that's where you lost me, yeah
Walk in fly as hell, I know they notice me
She keep grabbin' on my pants, I'ma take her down
I told her, "When we home, we gon' make a movie"
Poured a four, I feel it goin' through me
Clothes galore, I mix YSL with Ksubi
The way that I slide on a broad, I feel like Toosii
I'ma get another ho, this one won't do it
Collect these checks like Nike, best believe I'm gon' do it

This bitch tryna f*ck me for my cash, she done lost her mind
Silencer up on the Glock 30, it won't make a sound
They was fakin' back then, it's gettin' hard to fake it now, huh
If she wanna go with me, I'ma take her down, yeah
Yeah, I got the whip roarin'
This a 'Rari Testarossa, boy, you can't afford this
Yeah, Amiri crankin' up the heat, I got it boilin'
Rapper say he woke the city up, bitch, I'm snorin'