เนื้อเพลง Rican Johnny - Kevin Gates

Murder For Hire
Bread Winner Association
Comission guys are it
We got it for the next two summers, n*gga
Take her backseat watch this
It's Holiday Season, b*tch
Money count don't stop
Foreign cars, bad b*tches
Suitcase full of money
(Holiday Season)
N*gga I don't get tired

[Hook:]
Money really make me feel like I could be somebody
When I pull up in that Benz, beaucoup freaks surround me
I was born with a plug who am I to lie
You know I let them fly like Puerto Rican Johnny
Money comin' to me ridin' round with duffel bags
Stacks of dirty money wrapped in beaucoup rubber bands
I was born with a plug who am I to lie
You know I let them fly like Puerto Rican Johnny

My b*tch is Tahoe, this whip came equipped with Moscato
My driver be drivin' me around
Gunner and Boobie, my clique full of shooters look stupid
They sendin' them rounds
While I'm in bounds, awkwardly I got an ounce
Groupies be followin' me around
Want me the take off the rubbers, you dummy it's nothin'
You f*ck with a few of my rounds
Britches ain't baggy, but my pants are saggin'
This Five Panel hat and I just turned it backwards
Somewhat eclectic I don't f*ck with rappers
I'm not into swaggin' but they love my swagger
Your b*tch is an animal, f*ck from the back
And it's somewhat degradin' the way I behave with her
Want me to stay with her, I could just play with her hard
On her feelings won't kiss her, won't lay with her

B*tch I got paper to get
If I'm broke then I'd probably end up unhappy
I'm a ceramic, pull up on carbon ceramics
My b*tch didn't deliver a package
The neighbor was snoopin', he threatened to take me to court
And you know we look at it like rattin'
N*gga out in front of his home felt like aiming this long
But that sh*t wasn't even effective

[Hook]

Where the bands at, rubber band that
Caught money givin' orders to a b*tch, excuse me?
Fynna say orders to your b*tch
I ain't really even really wanna argue this sh*t I got a condo and a crib
And the people that I own it check, now n*gga come get it how you live
Put that on the RIP, Rest in Peace to my n*gga Weep got a feelin' that I'm on a muthaf*ckin' wig
Carve a p*ssy not at all a p*ssy, would it bother you or can I call you p*ssy?
On the phone with a b*tch I can call for p*ssy, I ain't feed her no d*ck Im'ma starve the p*ssy
Ball with the balls and my arms in the pause, run a n*gga up with his arms in the car
In the car unalarm, in the car with a alarm I was talkin' bout the feds if your offed then your on

I'm in love with the way the money come off of these drugs
My conversations addictive some people might catch 'em a buzz
While you was in jail this n*gga was f*ckin' your fiance
That b*tch gon' love and she gon' kik but she not Beyonce

[Hook]

N*ggas playin' with my n*ggas when they not here
You know you owe some n*ggas money its gon' sound fair
Treat my n*gga like he [?] you a p*ssy n*gga
And don't be rappin' on his name with all you p*ssy n*ggas
Ball, welcome to Puerto Rico
Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico
Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico
Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico
You got that in there?
Let me hear that n*gga