RG III Lyrics

I came out the bag, might leave her

This shit dropping out, no teething

Stuck in the dark like heathens

It's still out the park so beat it

Now you look like a narc, no teasing

Anything that I loose, you can keep it yeah

You take the bag, you need it yea

I'm straight with the tag, you receipt it yeah

You went out sad, I seen it yeah

You fiend, fiend I seen it yeah

Really strange how they say it but don't know the meaning

And I profit off pain, won't keep it a secret

Damn

Bang

Bang, same shit

They don't know the meaning

Yeah, I just wanted to see

You really conceited

Double m, this not a check, this a Maison Margiela the beanie

There's no time for seeking

I don't play no games, I just want the money, believe it yeah yea

Take a look at my face, I mean it

Bat-mobile, black track I can seal

I came out straight for blues, Navy Seal huh

Hopped out, back on tier

Time is up, I was in the hills

Mortal Combat with the Drac' for the meal

Never on flat, keep the gas and the bill

Run money up like tread on the mill

I know the procedure, the penthouse for pills

Shut up, bread still

Relax, put it near

Shut up, bread still

I wanna' pack, keep still

Aim for your head, stop, lit

Record on the Mac, but I shoot on a Tec huh

Still getting profiled? Bet yeah

I got 8 hunnid' just for the pack, and I gotta' ship for it

300 cut for the drank huh but I gotta' ship for it yeah

I'm still not surprised but I'm like I just made it yeah

Call my bankroll slime, cause' somehow we related yeah

I put down the Prime and picked my drank up baby yeah

Texas motion potion, I poured up the ladies yeah

I said fuck the Porsche, the track pushing, pacing yeah

They was in Tom Ford, I put Philipp to Plein it yeah

I just hit my cord, stop complaining

RG III running through the paper yea, yeah

RG III, huh running through the paper yeah

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