Rich Brian – Confetti (Lyrics | Video 2019)

Lyrics “Confetti” / Rich Brian

Uhh, blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin’ s**t without thinkin’, hopin’ God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney

Always f**kin’ winnin’
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic
Ain’t got time to give a f**k or worry ’bout my image
I’ma cut it off if I ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from it

Ayy, got my mother’s face and my father’s confidence
Walkin’ ’round the party, always lookin’ like the perfect blend
Got my right hand with me, I will never need to f**k no fans
Got real homies with me, never need to hang with bitter friends
Monte Carlo flew in on G5, lil’ bad b**ch just turned 29
I’m only f**king for the vibes, I only say hi, then goodbye
Mmm, if you listenin’, congrats, you just discovered fire
I looked at the clock, guess what, lil’ b**ch It’s time to die
She behind on rent, she got two jobs and a kid
And still got time to give me neck
You wear loafers to the club, don’t tell me you deserve respect
You use internet to hate, I used that s**t to change my fate

Blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin’ s**t without thinkin’, hopin’ God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney

Every day I wake up, I live my life to the fullest, b**ch
Your dream don’t mean s**t if it just turns into excuses, b**ch
I’m just talkin’ facts, I’m just tryna make s**t that’ll flabbergast
I’ve been rappin’, all you doing’s talkin’ fast
Man, I’m sure you could prolly do more than that
And I still got that rum up in my system
4-5 proof, that s**t is so hittin’
He want problem, I’ma throw fist then
Told that b**ch send me the location
Ass fat, she need attitude fixin’
I’m sick, I got terminal trillness
My next album, call that s**t Hit List
I kill s**t and you are my witness

Blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin’ s**t without thinkin’, hopin’ God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney

Always f**kin’ winnin’
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic
Ain’t got time to give a f**k or worry ’bout my image
I’ma cut it off if I ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from it…

➤ Written by Caloway, Sergiu Gherman, Bēkon, Daniel Krieger, Craig Balmoris & Rich Brian
Album: The Sailor
Produced by Bēkon & The Donuts, Craig Balmoris, Rich Brian
Rich Brian | 2019

Search Rich Brian, The Sailor, on music store


This website uses cookies to improve your experience. We'll assume you're ok with this, but you can opt-out if you wish. Accept