Rich The Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Automatic Lyrics

Lyrics Automatic – Rich The Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

All these foreigns automatic
They know where we come from
Now they see us livin’ lavish
And I done fell in love with all that money
I wan’ marry it
My n**gas in the feds, they almost had it
They was grabbin’ it

Fresher than a manic
All this money make you panic
She don’t wanna lose her soul
All for these racks, she let me have it

I bring them cars out, n**ga
I made it straight up out them trenches
Ever since go all I win, VVS’s in all our fits
I get shawty Chanel filled with vintage
I ain’t know she a ball out spender

When I see it, no waitin’, I’m divin’ in it
If you want it, you got it, don’t do the lendin’
In the back of the back with the richest lender
I got fifty, neverless taking out the glizzy
Got the latest yo-yo with them bodies in it
From the front of the yard like it’s .., man
From the top of the bleed I can spot a man
You know that I’m on it, you know that I’m holdin’ it
Ain’t no way, if you play I’ma pop a n**ga
I ain’t doin’ no time, forever I’m chosen
Quit throwin’ them B’s with a hundred pistols
Boy Quando my n**ga, forever we rollin’
Got my sweater right now, business ..
I done ran it way up, n**ga, I’m fully loaded
B**ch, I pull up, n**ga

Fresher than a manic
All this money make you panic
She don’t wanna lose her soul
All for these racks, she let me have it

All these foreigns automatic
They know where we come from, now they see us livin’ lavish
And I done fell in love with all that money, I wan’ marry it
My n**gas in the feds, they almost had it, they was grabbin’ it

Money automatic, racks, I gotta have it
Talk about the cash, I’m a f**king addict
And your b**ch on my dick, she a dick fanatic
She flexin’ but might just be acrobatic
I’ma ball out with it
Don’t need a rubber, she comin’ with it
She a freak ass b**ch, let three hit it
Pull up in the Lamb’, that’s three-fifty
All these foreigns in my yard, she gon’ f**k me in the car
‘Cause she know that I’m a sta-a-a-ar
Kill the p**sy, I’ma stab it
See the money, gotta grab it
You do too much hatin’, that’s a bad habit

Fresher than a manic
All this money make you panic
She don’t wanna lose her soul
All for these racks, she let me have it

All these foreigns automatic
They know where we come from, now they see us livin’ lavish
And I done fell in love with all that money, I want to marry it
My n**gas in the feds, they almost had it, they was grabbin’ it…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Rich the Kid
Album: Nobody Safe
Produced by TrePounds & DY Krazy
Rich the Kid | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | 2020

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