"JOHNNY QUEST NECKLACES" lyrics
Riff Raff, B Jack$ & Robb Bank$ Lyrics
[RiFF RAFF:]
RiFF, uh
I'ma turn the penthouse to a shark tank (Tank)
I'm in the back of a Bentley on the way to the bank
I-I might move to Switzerland to celebrate life
I'm flying out to Sweden, pour a four in my Sprite (In my Sprite, in my Sprite)
I can't follow you, seats baby blue (Blue)
Need a bad bitch that's gon' say what I do (Do)
Do what I say (Say), the coupe candy gray (RiFF)
I done threw a brick out on the Beltway
Beltway 8, the coupe candy gray
They calling me disgusting, threw boogers in the AP face (Ooh)
Or the Sky-Dweller Rolex (Yeah)
They say I did everything, they asking what's next (What's next)
They asking too many questions, giving me suggestions
My file cabinet full, I can't learn no more lessons (RiFF)
I should give a lecture on how to cure depression
I feel like Jonny Quest when I throw diamonds on my necklace (RiFF)
[B Jack$:]
(Yeah, wait, yeah)
I push they buttons, turn the channel, Chanel on my necklace (What else?)
These bitches get wet whenever I go through a setlist (Yeah, wait)
I'm never stressing, money stretching, this shit is a blessing (What else?)
I touch a bag right off the wake-up, never second-guessing (Yeah, wait)
Coupe candy gray, uh, whip tinted out (Skrrt)
I got hoes in the East, North, West, and the South (Yeah, wait)
I'd be fine without the web, I'm going up off word of mouth (Yeah, wait)
I been making lots of money off the words that's out my mouth (Yeah, wait)
Like tiptoeing in my fucking Jordans
Or I rock Margiela (What?), handsome young fella (What?)
I'ma do a show and they start singing a cappella (Yeah, wait)
Hoes dancing to my music like my name Capela (Ayy, look)
I'm finna blow up, then I act like I don't know nobody
These hoes want me go and pipe her like my name was Roddy (What?)
Moving really militant like I was John Gotti (Uh-huh)
I got hot right off computers like my name was Bobby (Yeah, yeah, wait, bitch)
[Robb Bank$:]
Man, fuck these niggas, tell them pussy-ass about me
Sweet life for real, got the twins running 'round the lobby
Getting money like my job and being broke is like your hobby
Niggas still being tender, being pussy, talking to hoes about me, duck
I'll fuck the shit out your little dime and then go on the run (Nigga)
Some generational shit too, I don't even like your son (Fuck nigga)
Nigga, I'll let your baby mama watch and shit like she a cuck
Then right after, she getting cut, I don't know why the fuck they turnt me up, pussy
RiFF, uh
I'ma turn the penthouse to a shark tank (Tank)
I'm in the back of a Bentley on the way to the bank
I-I might move to Switzerland to celebrate life
I'm flying out to Sweden, pour a four in my Sprite (In my Sprite, in my Sprite)
I can't follow you, seats baby blue (Blue)
Need a bad bitch that's gon' say what I do (Do)
Do what I say (Say), the coupe candy gray (RiFF)
I done threw a brick out on the Beltway
Beltway 8, the coupe candy gray
They calling me disgusting, threw boogers in the AP face (Ooh)
Or the Sky-Dweller Rolex (Yeah)
They say I did everything, they asking what's next (What's next)
They asking too many questions, giving me suggestions
My file cabinet full, I can't learn no more lessons (RiFF)
I should give a lecture on how to cure depression
I feel like Jonny Quest when I throw diamonds on my necklace (RiFF)
[B Jack$:]
(Yeah, wait, yeah)
I push they buttons, turn the channel, Chanel on my necklace (What else?)
These bitches get wet whenever I go through a setlist (Yeah, wait)
I'm never stressing, money stretching, this shit is a blessing (What else?)
I touch a bag right off the wake-up, never second-guessing (Yeah, wait)
Coupe candy gray, uh, whip tinted out (Skrrt)
I got hoes in the East, North, West, and the South (Yeah, wait)
I'd be fine without the web, I'm going up off word of mouth (Yeah, wait)
I been making lots of money off the words that's out my mouth (Yeah, wait)
Like tiptoeing in my fucking Jordans
Or I rock Margiela (What?), handsome young fella (What?)
I'ma do a show and they start singing a cappella (Yeah, wait)
Hoes dancing to my music like my name Capela (Ayy, look)
I'm finna blow up, then I act like I don't know nobody
These hoes want me go and pipe her like my name was Roddy (What?)
Moving really militant like I was John Gotti (Uh-huh)
I got hot right off computers like my name was Bobby (Yeah, yeah, wait, bitch)
[Robb Bank$:]
Man, fuck these niggas, tell them pussy-ass about me
Sweet life for real, got the twins running 'round the lobby
Getting money like my job and being broke is like your hobby
Niggas still being tender, being pussy, talking to hoes about me, duck
I'll fuck the shit out your little dime and then go on the run (Nigga)
Some generational shit too, I don't even like your son (Fuck nigga)
Nigga, I'll let your baby mama watch and shit like she a cuck
Then right after, she getting cut, I don't know why the fuck they turnt me up, pussy
