top 100
·
top new
·
updates
·
submit lyrics
#
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
Correct Midas Touch (Rihanna Reference) Lyrics
Lyrics
►
Artists: J
►
J. Cole
►
Correct Midas Touch (Rihanna Reference)
Artist:
Song:
Comment:
Lyrics:
[Intro] Ayy, yeah That new Rihanna shit That new Rihanna shit Look [Chorus] That new Rihanna shit bump Bitches in the back don't like me though, why? I don't know, they wanna be just like me though, why? I bet you none of them bitches would fight me though, why? [Verse 1] I guess they know that I'll cut a bitch Boy, I'm already paid, getting money for the fuck of it I'm on some other shit So if you fly, what am I, do that make me the mothership? Beam me up ho, they wanna see a nigga down Take his crown, we be up doe, yeah we be up ho! Now hit the ground, bow down to the sound Good God [Chorus] That new Rihanna shit bump Bitches in the back don't like me though, why? I don't know, they wanna be just like me though, why? I bet you none of them bitches would fight me though, why? [Verse 2] I guess they know that I'll cut a ho Yeah I cleaned up good but I'm still out the gutter though Don't forget this shit You gotta problem? Then meet me outside if you with the shit I've seen where the players sit A couple racks gone just to see 'Bron hit the layup, shit I be on some nigga shit But bitch, I'm way past nigga rich Good God [Chorus] That new Rihanna shit bump Bitches in the back don't like me though, why? I don't know, they wanna be just like me though, why? I bet you none of them bitches would fight me though, why? [Hook] I guess they know Heard she hating though, feel no ways I ain't fuck with that bitch, no way Said that shit to my face, no way Bet we shut down the place, no way Bitches stuntin' on me, no way They ain't fucking with me, no way Price of fame, it ain't cheap, no way I don't check the receipt, no way [Verse 3] Cole World, used to stay off his dick I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples A nigga getting cream like an old-ass Laker But I ain't come to talk about all that paper That's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say Can't understand why niggas never got shit to do You know they sayin' same shit, nigga, different day I never felt that, no way Cuz on the same day a nigga doing different shit Spit different flows, hit different chicks Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish n' chips Why I do a lot of shows, I'm the shit that's it Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists Never stingy with the hoes, word to Cliff and Chris If I fuck six bitches I got six assists [Chorus] That new Rihanna shit bump Bitches in the back don't like me though, why? I don't know, they wanna be just like me though, why? I bet you none of them bitches would fight me though, why? [Hook] I guess they know Heard she hating though, feel no ways I ain't fuck with that bitch, no way Said that shit to my face, no way Bet we shut down the place, no way Bitches stuntin' on me, no way They ain't fucking with me, no way Price of fame, it ain't cheap, no way I don't check the receipt, no way That new Rihanna shit bump That new Rihanna shit bump
add rows