Lyrics Do You Love Me? – Rich The Kid ft. Lil Tjay
You want a six-figure n**ga, girl, that’s not me
I’m gettin’ big checks, I know they wan’ stop me
I know they wan’ see me below, they wan’ drop me
I know, yes, I know, girl, I know these streets wocky
Do you love me, Girl, you know they out for my top
If I fell off tomorrow, would you hold my spot
I know b**ches don’t love me, they out for my guap
I ain’t gon’ never tell them what it’s not
I was taught never tell, so I forgot
Money long, might just pull up in a drop, okay
Chasin’ them digits, I can’t wife a thot, no way
N**gas be steady actin’ like they fans, so hey
Hope you’re having a wonderful day
I been focused on runnin’ them plays
She on my neck like a necklace
I’m in her mouth like a dentist
All this paper like I print it
She want me to fall asleep in it
Baby, come closer, closer
The p**sy, it taste like peaches
Brain so good, she a genius
That head so good, I need it
R.I.P. to the h*es I used to see
Me and my money done growed up
Nah, for real, we can’t fold up
F**k a b**ch and make her blow up
She hot as hell, I gotta snow up
You want a six-figure n**ga, girl, that’s not me
I’m gettin’ big checks, I know they wan’ stop me
I know they wan’ see me below, they wan’ drop me
I know, yes, I know, girl, I know these streets wocky
Do you love me Girl, you know they out for my top
If I fell off tomorrow, would you hold my spot
I know b**ches don’t love me, they out for my guap
I ain’t gon’ never tell them what it’s not
I was taught never tell, so I forgot
Money long, might just pull up in a drop, okay
Chasin’ them digits, I can’t wife a thot, no way
N**gas be steady actin’ like they fans, so hey
Hope you’re having a wonderful day
I been focused on runnin’ them plays
Hundred plus, that’s just to f**k up the stage
N**gas broke and dirty, nothin’ to say
Fly, rich, and young n**ga, stuck in my ways
Steady workin’, can’t get stuck in a wave
Runnin’, runnin’, yeah, whatever to do
‘Cause I remember havin’ nothin’ for days
Say I love you, then I’m drummin’ for you
They was jokin’, it’s no lovable stage
That’s your b**ch, then why I’m f**kin’ her, huh
City b**ches do what have you amazed
Turned her up ’cause I was f**kin’ with her
Hard worker, so I gave her a raise
She a vibe, but still it’s nothin’ with her
It don’t ever feel like rushin’ with her
Model b**ch, yeah, I be clutchin’ for her
Run up in person, I’m bustin’ for her
Racks, they all on me
Baguettes, they all on me
Your b**ch be all on me
Been a minute since I been out in Paris
Bad kid, I went to Alden Terrace
Too rich, I can’t be embarrassed
Spent a dub on a fit, ain’t wear it
Young n**gas having
Runnin’ these plays, no Madden
New Richard Mille, that’s an Aston
New bulletproof truck, no lacking
She told you it’s over, she calling me like, Come over
I got a chauffeur, bring it back, not the Rover
You want a six-figure n**ga, girl, that’s not me
I’m gettin’ big checks, I know they wan’ stop me
I know they wan’ see me below, they wan’ drop me
I know, yes, I know, girl, I know these streets wocky…
➤ Written by Lil Tjay & Rich The Kid
Album: Life’s a Gamble
Produced by Yoshi & Mozz
Rich The Kid | Lil Tjay | 2023
