Rich The Kid – V12 Lyrics

V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin’, raise hell (Raise hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, woah, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin’, raise hell (Raise hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Damn, she like me, I can tell

Is the Maybach a V12 or V6? (Skrrt)
Lil’ b—- done seen the Rollie, now she seasick (B—-)
I want the neck, I want the head, I been fiendin’ (I been fiendin’)
I think she said she want a bag, go to Neimans
But I’ma go’n and tell the truth, lil’ mama nasty
I can’t give that b—- a dime, please don’t ask me
It’s Gucci, boy, this corduroy (Corduroy)
Walk around with two chains like I’m Tity Boi (Like I’m Tity Boi)
Drinkin’ out the bottle like I’m Diddy, boy
We pull up and kill the scene, n—-, it’s a casket
When I went and copped the Lam’ truck, I had to matte it
I just gave her one hit, now the b—- an addict
When I’m feelin’ sad, I might buy a Patek
I can tell she wanna f— me with her friend as well
Hangin’ out the roof like f— 12 (F— 12)
I got too much money, I can’t go to jail (Go to jail)
Rich

So ride (In a V12)
Go ride (In a V12)
Go ride (In a V12)
Go ride (In a V12)

V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin’, raise hell (Raise hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, woah, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin’, raise hell (Raise hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Damn, she like me, I can tell

I can tell (I can tell)
If the money brand new just by the smell (By the smell)
Might buy the b—- a Benz, a V12 (Skrrt)
They was closin’ Barneys, had to Saks Fifth it (Had to Saks Fifth it)
I’ma do the dash, I can’t get a ticket (I can’t get a ticket)
Ooh, I think they like me (Like me)
That’s your girl? Then you better hold her tightly (Tightly)
Better do the right thing, n—-, Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
If you boss up, then you can be just like me (Like me)
You can cash out on a Maybach like me (Me)
Bought a mansion and my b—- she look like Angeli’ (‘Li)
I was twelve, from my dad, I had stole a V (V)
Now when I up in a foreign, I don’t need a key
YSL (YSL)
With the Louis, got Dior on my belt (On my belt)
Forgiato on the rims, you can tell (You can tell)
I ain’t cappin’ ’cause that’s bad for your health (Health, Rich)

So ride (In a V12)
Go ride (In a V12)
Go ride (In a V12)
Go ride (In a V12)

V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin’, raise hell (Raise hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, woah, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin’, raise hell (Raise hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Damn, she like me, I can tell