RICHMAN Songtext
von 3OH!3
RICHMAN Songtext
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin′ to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And my hom-, and my homies all singin′ to it
3OH, 3OH!3
I ain't callin' for a close-up
No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs
No dubs, no stars (I′ma do it)
How I always have whiskey in a 40 bag
Pissin′ in the alleyway, out back of where the party's at
I′ma spend it on a new whip, new hat, new kicks
Bitches with their huge tits
New gat, new slips (I'ma do it)
How I always do sleep until the break of noon
Wakin′ just to make it through another night of shakin' you
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin′ to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I'm ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin′ to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won′t you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I'm ready to go
I ain′t signin' on a new lease, no cooks, no keys
Models with their nose bleeds
White lace, gold beads, (I′ma run it) like a marathon
Party 'til I′m 50, wake up on my parent's lawn
Them cops still out to get me
And I ain't sippin′ on a mixed drink pinkie out, lips pink
Talking to a rich skank, filled up like a sperm bank
I′ma go where I always go, drinks are on the house
Whiskey's on the rocks while your sister′s on my mouth
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won′t you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I'm ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin′ to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I'm ready to go
And if I was a rich man
I′d never been to sea
Could I take you anyways, girl?
Or would you come with me, baby?
And if I was a sick man
I′d never meant to be
Would you love me anyways, girl?
Or would you marry me?
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won′t you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I'm ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin′ to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I′m ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I′m ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin′ to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I′m ready to go
Three babies in the backseat singin′ to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And my hom-, and my homies all singin′ to it
3OH, 3OH!3
I ain't callin' for a close-up
No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs
No dubs, no stars (I′ma do it)
How I always have whiskey in a 40 bag
Pissin′ in the alleyway, out back of where the party's at
I′ma spend it on a new whip, new hat, new kicks
Bitches with their huge tits
New gat, new slips (I'ma do it)
How I always do sleep until the break of noon
Wakin′ just to make it through another night of shakin' you
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin′ to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I'm ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin′ to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won′t you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I'm ready to go
I ain′t signin' on a new lease, no cooks, no keys
Models with their nose bleeds
White lace, gold beads, (I′ma run it) like a marathon
Party 'til I′m 50, wake up on my parent's lawn
Them cops still out to get me
And I ain't sippin′ on a mixed drink pinkie out, lips pink
Talking to a rich skank, filled up like a sperm bank
I′ma go where I always go, drinks are on the house
Whiskey's on the rocks while your sister′s on my mouth
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won′t you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I'm ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin′ to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I'm ready to go
And if I was a rich man
I′d never been to sea
Could I take you anyways, girl?
Or would you come with me, baby?
And if I was a sick man
I′d never meant to be
Would you love me anyways, girl?
Or would you marry me?
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won′t you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I'm ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin′ to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I′m ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I′m ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the backseat singin′ to you (chill)
Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got two hundred seconds and I′m ready to go
Writer(s): Benjamin Levin, Sean Foreman, Nathaniel Motte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

