Keep Doin’ That (Rich b*tch) lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Intro]
"Who this?"
"Your rich b*tch"

[Intro: Rick Ross]
This is for my rich b*tches
Her puppy named Panamera
Her puppy named Panamera
She got a condo in the area
Rich b*tch, uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
She stay at her friend's and all these b*tches is bad
Watch them lick on each other, I'm talkin' pus*y to ass
Dope boy still at large, trackin' device on their car
Tattoos on her arm, Double M diamond charms
Chanel bag on her hip, Hermès bracelets and things
Let her f*ck Meek Mill, told her keep chasin' her dreams
Get the Lexus to flip, purple Texas to sip
She make it rain like a n*gga, we got more money to get
Rich b*tch, call her rich b*tch
Cause she f*ck with dope boys and can suck a good di*k

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money (facts, facts, facts)
Girl, you doin' somethin' to me (facts, facts)
Hell yeah, keep doin' that, doin' that
Keep doin' that, doin' that, ohh, oh yeah
Keep doin' that, doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that
[Verse 2: R. Kelly]
I be feastin' on Tinder, she taste just like peaches
Diamond-studded La Perla, that pus*y's prestigious
Yeah, she remind me of somethin' but that sh*t ain't my Jeep
Matchin' Bugattis, Versace sheets when we freak
She be movin' that dough, quarter mil on her wrist
Why you n*ggas be slippin'? This b*tch is f*ckin' your b*tch
Saks Fifth, pop tags, Neiman Mar', pop tags
Crocodile, python, that's a zoo on her bag
She on the phone makin' deals, we gettin' them checks
My Penelope Cruz, I let her meet my connects
I f*ck her all on the marble, yeah, that girl is a freak
She like c*mmin' n' money, she's the female me

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money (facts, facts, facts)
Girl, you doin' somethin' to me (facts, facts)
Hell yeah, keep doin' that, doin' that
Keep doin' that, doin' that, ohh, oh yeah
Keep doin' that, doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Room service for weeks, a Dusit towel on the beach
She only wear panties once, then pass it down to her niece
Let's go shoppin' at Boca, sixty stuffed in the sofa
Can't be tweetin' locations, she postin' pics from her yoga
Never party with locals, n*ggas with them Boost Mobiles
VIP with dope boys, the DJ shout out to Sosa
Valet parkin' the Wraith, cocaine all on her face
Her Rolex icy as mine, throw up my gang sign
We goin' bottle for bottle, Belaire Rose to the Brut
Rich b*tch is her name and she Chanel to the boot
Uh, I be droppin' so much, n*gga
My b*tch shoppin' so much, n*gga
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money (facts, facts, facts)
Girl, you doin' somethin' to me (facts, facts)
Hell yeah, keep doin' that, doin' that
Keep doin' that, doin' that, ohh, oh yeah
Keep doin' that, doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that
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