Sick Songtext
von Rich the Kid
Sick Songtext
Pull up in a foreign, that′s sick
Two hundred on a watch, that's sick
(Got it on smash)
Money don′t fold, that's sick
1, 1, 1 (What else?)
And my wrist sick (Wrist sick)
Your pockets fit (Fit)
My pockets fat as shit
I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip sick (My whip sick)
My drip sick (My drip sick)
I just left the doctor, but I'm still sick (But I′m still sick, what else?)
And my drip, that′s sick (Sick)
My whip, that's sick (Skrrt)
Think she wanna fuck, I want that neck
That′s sick (There you go)
Ooh, my bitch, she lit (She lit)
My pockets fat as shit (It's fat)
Your pockets stay on fit (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Boy you ain′t buyin' shit
I hit the doctor for a checkup
But I′m still sick (But I'm still sick)
Man I know y'all niggas broke
Y′all spendin′ counterfeit (There you go)
Flood the Richard Mille
I just might drown the bitch (I just might drown the bitch)
I just made a half a mill', but I ain′t counted it (Rich)
And my wrist sick (Wrist sick)
Your pockets fit (Fit)
My pockets fat as shit
I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip sick (My whip sick)
My drip sick (My drip sick)
I just left the doctor, but I'm still sick (But I′m still sick, what else?)
Let's go
Bitch, I′m sick, like I got the flu (Huh?)
Fuckin' around wit' your boo (Yessir)
I′m back in that mood
Pullin′ out hundreds and all of 'em blue
Soon as I pull off, all you hear is shh-vroom
Blessin′ the bitch, like achoo
BDB ENT., bitch you know how we do
You wanna fuck Baby, you gon' fuck the crew
Yeah Nasty, nasty, nasty
Check out my wrist, bitch it looks like the last one
She got a kid and her kid in my Cuban
She callin′ me baby, she callin' me daddy (Damn)
I cannot play with a ho
She don′t wanna fuck, she go home in a taxi (Yup)
Won't even get that bitch an Uber (Huh?)
Just spent a lil' bag on my jewelry
And my wrist sick (Wrist sick)
Your pockets fit (Fit)
My pockets fat as shit
I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip sick (My whip sick)
My drip sick (My drip sick)
I just left the doctor, but I′m still sick (But I′m still sick, what else?)
Two hundred on a watch, that's sick
(Got it on smash)
Money don′t fold, that's sick
1, 1, 1 (What else?)
And my wrist sick (Wrist sick)
Your pockets fit (Fit)
My pockets fat as shit
I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip sick (My whip sick)
My drip sick (My drip sick)
I just left the doctor, but I'm still sick (But I′m still sick, what else?)
And my drip, that′s sick (Sick)
My whip, that's sick (Skrrt)
Think she wanna fuck, I want that neck
That′s sick (There you go)
Ooh, my bitch, she lit (She lit)
My pockets fat as shit (It's fat)
Your pockets stay on fit (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Boy you ain′t buyin' shit
I hit the doctor for a checkup
But I′m still sick (But I'm still sick)
Man I know y'all niggas broke
Y′all spendin′ counterfeit (There you go)
Flood the Richard Mille
I just might drown the bitch (I just might drown the bitch)
I just made a half a mill', but I ain′t counted it (Rich)
And my wrist sick (Wrist sick)
Your pockets fit (Fit)
My pockets fat as shit
I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip sick (My whip sick)
My drip sick (My drip sick)
I just left the doctor, but I'm still sick (But I′m still sick, what else?)
Let's go
Bitch, I′m sick, like I got the flu (Huh?)
Fuckin' around wit' your boo (Yessir)
I′m back in that mood
Pullin′ out hundreds and all of 'em blue
Soon as I pull off, all you hear is shh-vroom
Blessin′ the bitch, like achoo
BDB ENT., bitch you know how we do
You wanna fuck Baby, you gon' fuck the crew
Yeah Nasty, nasty, nasty
Check out my wrist, bitch it looks like the last one
She got a kid and her kid in my Cuban
She callin′ me baby, she callin' me daddy (Damn)
I cannot play with a ho
She don′t wanna fuck, she go home in a taxi (Yup)
Won't even get that bitch an Uber (Huh?)
Just spent a lil' bag on my jewelry
And my wrist sick (Wrist sick)
Your pockets fit (Fit)
My pockets fat as shit
I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip sick (My whip sick)
My drip sick (My drip sick)
I just left the doctor, but I′m still sick (But I′m still sick, what else?)
Writer(s): Dimitri Leslie Roger, Samuel David Jimenez, Sebastian Alfredo Lopez, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com