"Royals" lyrics
(feat. GT)
(Royal House on the beat)
Rover
Ridin' in the Rover, next day a chauffeur
Twenty— yeah (Yeah)
Rrr, beep
Yeah, I'm in the Royal House 'cause we royal
Yeah
Ayy, yeah
Ridin' in the Rover (Yeah), next day a chauffeur (For real)
Lost a lot of love for niggas, got the cold shoulder (For real)
Countin' in the 'Rari (Yeah), ridin' 'round with Roger (What up?)
That bitch ain't nothin', dog, I hit her and I dodged her (How I do)
She look just like an angel, but a devil in that Prada
She would never talk to you, you only had a hundred thousand
I touched down in that Maybach coupe, be on arrival
Came a long way from the struggle, it was all about survival (For real)
Ballin' on my rivals (Yeah), sold it off the high low (Go)
Never lied once, with my right hand on the Bible (I swear)
Never slipped once even though I had my eyes low (Yeah, low)
Didn't watch basketball, the dope man was my idol
Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe
Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots (Yeah)
I don't know why these niggas hate on me (What?)
'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you
Vacheron wrist, ain't a nigga gave me shit (For real)
Big stones, half colors, love to play them alphabets (Bitch)
Went from rags to riches, I was made to have it lit (Drank God)
Fuck the haters and the opps, know that K'll rattle shit
Yeah, Bal Harbour shoppin' (What?), Louis connoisseur (Yeah)
Half a ticket in my bag, buy her Pucci if she screwin' (Ho)
We standing in the way, we tell them boys they gotta move it
Let the bosses make decisions, send the workers to get juices (Uh-huh)
Pour it by the fours (Fours), Rollie caught a cold (Brr)
Draco sitting in the closet, extra cartridge by the stove (Fah)
Can put a nigga on and get him offed, he playin' roles
We got a big old turkey bag full of muffins for the lows, nigga (Yeah)
Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe
Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots
I don't know why these niggas hate on me
'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you
Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe
Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots
I don't know why these niggas hate on me
'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you
Rollie full of pasta (Yeah), thuggin' like we mobsters (Mobsters)
'Bows full of rasta, get the roster straight from doctors
Turn it up yourself, can't be countin' niggas' pockets
Left the knocks a hundred thousand, put the 'Rari truck on 'Santis (Yeah)
Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe
Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots
I don't know why these niggas hate on me
'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you
Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe
Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots
I don't know why these niggas hate on me
'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you
Rover
Ridin' in the Rover, next day a chauffeur
Twenty— yeah (Yeah)
Rrr, beep
Yeah, I'm in the Royal House 'cause we royal
Yeah
Ayy, yeah
Ridin' in the Rover (Yeah), next day a chauffeur (For real)
Lost a lot of love for niggas, got the cold shoulder (For real)
Countin' in the 'Rari (Yeah), ridin' 'round with Roger (What up?)
That bitch ain't nothin', dog, I hit her and I dodged her (How I do)
She look just like an angel, but a devil in that Prada
She would never talk to you, you only had a hundred thousand
I touched down in that Maybach coupe, be on arrival
Came a long way from the struggle, it was all about survival (For real)
Ballin' on my rivals (Yeah), sold it off the high low (Go)
Never lied once, with my right hand on the Bible (I swear)
Never slipped once even though I had my eyes low (Yeah, low)
Didn't watch basketball, the dope man was my idol
Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe
Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots (Yeah)
I don't know why these niggas hate on me (What?)
'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you
Vacheron wrist, ain't a nigga gave me shit (For real)
Big stones, half colors, love to play them alphabets (Bitch)
Went from rags to riches, I was made to have it lit (Drank God)
Fuck the haters and the opps, know that K'll rattle shit
Yeah, Bal Harbour shoppin' (What?), Louis connoisseur (Yeah)
Half a ticket in my bag, buy her Pucci if she screwin' (Ho)
We standing in the way, we tell them boys they gotta move it
Let the bosses make decisions, send the workers to get juices (Uh-huh)
Pour it by the fours (Fours), Rollie caught a cold (Brr)
Draco sitting in the closet, extra cartridge by the stove (Fah)
Can put a nigga on and get him offed, he playin' roles
We got a big old turkey bag full of muffins for the lows, nigga (Yeah)
Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe
Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots
I don't know why these niggas hate on me
'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you
Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe
Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots
I don't know why these niggas hate on me
'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you
Rollie full of pasta (Yeah), thuggin' like we mobsters (Mobsters)
'Bows full of rasta, get the roster straight from doctors
Turn it up yourself, can't be countin' niggas' pockets
Left the knocks a hundred thousand, put the 'Rari truck on 'Santis (Yeah)
Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe
Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots
I don't know why these niggas hate on me
'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you
Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe
Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots
I don't know why these niggas hate on me
'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you
