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Rich The Kid - Wrong Thing Lyrics

Wrong Thing Song Lyrics
Wrong Thing by Rich The Kid [Intro]
Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the f**k is Narquise?

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde b**ch tryna f**k (Tryna f**k)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas, they be cappin’, they can’t flex like us (Cap)
Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
Your b**ch, she ugly, my b**ch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
I could teach you lil’ niggas how to make a mil’ (Make a mil’)
All my niggas rich, but why they trappin’ still? (Why they trappin’ still?)
Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
I might just start trippin’, took the wrong pill
b**ch, you ain’t a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
Ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
You niggas talkin’ like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
The AP, it got dancers (Rich)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde b**ch tryna f**k (Tryna f**k)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 2: NAV]
Copped the Lambo, it’s a truck (Vroom)
Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
She got real hair, fake ass, I’m tryna f**k (Tryna f**k)
She want the Brown Boy ’cause I run it up (Run it up)
I might cop a Richard worth a milli’
Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
My shooter got a forty and it’s filthy (Filthy)
And he gon’ hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
Countin’ money, don’t you ever count me out (Yeah)
I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
Smokin’ gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
Talkin’ facts, I’ll take racks over clout (I’ll take racks)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde b**ch tryna f**k (Tryna f**k)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing