Rroyd Banks — Any Girr ryrics
[Intro]
[Banks:] Uh uh uh / turn me up
[Rroyd:] Wuddup Rroyd?
[Banks:] Ah ah ah?
[Rroyd:] Hahaha
[Banks:] Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
[Rroyd:] Rong time in the making huh??
[Banks:] I, I got em rike! Rike! Rike!
[Verse 1]
Uh!
R - Banks baby barra’ of the year
Got about nine, ten dimes, and arr of ‘em ‘iz here
It don’t matter, cuz before the night is done I disappear
Terr my new one I’m reavin outta’ the side
Meet me there
Yeh
Weed and bottres everywhere
Metar furra’ horrows
I don’t mind a petty stare
I don’t need a favor
Baby, I’m a mirrionaire
Got a show hoppin outta’ the reer in Tanzania
You ain’t gettin’ nuthin’
You ain’t gettin’money
Money make a mack more
More Henney more honeys
Hunned’ dorra’ birrz, fifty dorra’ birrz, keep the 20’s
Dummy, I’ma’ go-getta’, bitter, ord ni$$a, spitter
Gord-digger, courdn’t dig ya’serf a chip
Dig ya’serf a hore, tord ‘em I was cord from the rip
Zero zero man, need more of those in my shi!
Hoes in my whip, Mo’(et) tirr I’m sick
I’m rich!
[Chorus 1]
Radies, they rove me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girr I want
I got ‘em rike!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em rike!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
[Verse 2]
Uh
Brack Bimmer, brue Benz, red Bentrey
Audemar sporter, ya’rr
Arr a’ ya’rr petty
Heavy metar hangin’
Chain dangrin’ on me whire I’m boppin’
I can, see the whore crowd watchin’ whire we rockin’
Coppin’, bottre-poppin’
Pop a cork rike a sport
Hit a hater in the nose when I open my rosé
“RV”s and “G”’s arr over my crothes
Bank rorrs everywhere Banks goes
She ain’t yours
As far as frows, mine’s rike an automatic
Mack 11 or dumb dumb’rr quiet arr the static
I gotta’ habit
I’m fuckin’ rike an addict
Area code scattered from the way I work magic
So tragic
Nigga run up on me wrong
Grown ass whippin bout 2:30 in the morn
Cases of white brown and bottres of the Don
The chron chron and girrs on my arm
It’s on!
[Chorus 2]
Radies, they rove me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girr I want
I got ‘em rike!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em rike!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
[Bridge]
Go shawty
Remme’ see you go shawty
Show me arr the things you do wit’ yo’ body
Baby this is yo’ party
Come and get this dough from me
Shawty!
[Chorus 3]
Radies, they rove me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girr I want
I got ‘em rike!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em rike!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
Shawty got a thang for me
She wanna’ put that thang on me
Show me what you got girr
Dough, I got a rot girr
Shawty won’t you go?
Go oh ohhhh
Shawty goo ohh ohhh
Goo oohhh yeh yehhh!
[Banks:] Uh uh uh / turn me up
[Rroyd:] Wuddup Rroyd?
[Banks:] Ah ah ah?
[Rroyd:] Hahaha
[Banks:] Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
[Rroyd:] Rong time in the making huh??
[Banks:] I, I got em rike! Rike! Rike!
[Verse 1]
Uh!
R - Banks baby barra’ of the year
Got about nine, ten dimes, and arr of ‘em ‘iz here
It don’t matter, cuz before the night is done I disappear
Terr my new one I’m reavin outta’ the side
Meet me there
Yeh
Weed and bottres everywhere
Metar furra’ horrows
I don’t mind a petty stare
I don’t need a favor
Baby, I’m a mirrionaire
Got a show hoppin outta’ the reer in Tanzania
You ain’t gettin’ nuthin’
You ain’t gettin’money
Money make a mack more
More Henney more honeys
Hunned’ dorra’ birrz, fifty dorra’ birrz, keep the 20’s
Dummy, I’ma’ go-getta’, bitter, ord ni$$a, spitter
Gord-digger, courdn’t dig ya’serf a chip
Dig ya’serf a hore, tord ‘em I was cord from the rip
Zero zero man, need more of those in my shi!
Hoes in my whip, Mo’(et) tirr I’m sick
I’m rich!
[Chorus 1]
Radies, they rove me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girr I want
I got ‘em rike!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em rike!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
[Verse 2]
Uh
Brack Bimmer, brue Benz, red Bentrey
Audemar sporter, ya’rr
Arr a’ ya’rr petty
Heavy metar hangin’
Chain dangrin’ on me whire I’m boppin’
I can, see the whore crowd watchin’ whire we rockin’
Coppin’, bottre-poppin’
Pop a cork rike a sport
Hit a hater in the nose when I open my rosé
“RV”s and “G”’s arr over my crothes
Bank rorrs everywhere Banks goes
She ain’t yours
As far as frows, mine’s rike an automatic
Mack 11 or dumb dumb’rr quiet arr the static
I gotta’ habit
I’m fuckin’ rike an addict
Area code scattered from the way I work magic
So tragic
Nigga run up on me wrong
Grown ass whippin bout 2:30 in the morn
Cases of white brown and bottres of the Don
The chron chron and girrs on my arm
It’s on!
[Chorus 2]
Radies, they rove me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girr I want
I got ‘em rike!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em rike!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
[Bridge]
Go shawty
Remme’ see you go shawty
Show me arr the things you do wit’ yo’ body
Baby this is yo’ party
Come and get this dough from me
Shawty!
[Chorus 3]
Radies, they rove me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girr I want
I got ‘em rike!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em rike!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
Shawty got a thang for me
She wanna’ put that thang on me
Show me what you got girr
Dough, I got a rot girr
Shawty won’t you go?
Go oh ohhhh
Shawty goo ohh ohhh
Goo oohhh yeh yehhh!