Rich Bros - Villains lyrics

[Hook: Ross Rich] Getcha-your hand up, Getcha-ya, Getcha-your hand up Getcha-your hand up, Getch-ya, Getcha-your hand up Gota getcha-your hand up, raise your gla**es to the sky Gonna party all night or pa** out – so get ‘em high Getcha-your hand up, Getcha-ya, Getcha-your hand up Getcha-your hand up, Getch-ya, Getcha-your hand up Gota getcha-your hand up, raise your gla**es to the sky Gonna party all night or pa** out – so get ‘em high [Verse 1: Ryan Rich] I ain't bashful, blame it on the cash flow I'm an a** hole, Stick the cash in the stash where the gra** go - Greener, my side of the divider Don't think I'm a good guy…. Well I don't either The protagonist, too hot u couldn't handle us When the magnum bust, ran to plan B it's a must I gottcha rattled like a baby, baffled on the daily Wetter than the navy, gat DAMN women crave me Soooo…Give me the rhythm and it will be off with them clothes Transmitting flows over the seven seas faster than currents flow A nice guy, so she finished first then I finished last I've got business cash whereas she's got vicious a** Can't dismiss that bra** it's on a whole other level dude I'll level u, like the bubble in a bevel do Neville smooth like the Neville brothers groove Sooth to the soul, a tank of funk on full I got u shaking like a spry can, baking like a fake tan Quaking like jay- pan, hating like a fake fan f** rotation on dem radio stations I wanna hear my DJ's lacing some first f**ing placin Creation, born for this Jason, the rest of them complacent Better be bracing – p—p-pussies who I'm facing Representing the next flow, ignition to the petro On the road to Riches, and we're sure bet bro [Hook: Ross Rich] Getcha-your hand up, Getcha-ya, Getcha-your hand up Getcha-your hand up, Getch-ya, Getcha-your hand up Gota getcha-your hand up, raise your gla**es to the sky Gonna party all night or pa** out – so get ‘em high Getcha-your hand up, Getcha-ya, Getcha-your hand up Getcha-your hand up, Getch-ya, Getcha-your hand up Gota getcha-your hand up, raise your gla**es to the sky Gonna party all night or pa** out – so get ‘em high [Verse 2: Ross Rich] Not -not just the CEO, I also rock the f**ing show Let go and get it get it get it on the flo Oh no, but they always say yeeea When our beats blare and melodies move on through their ears Flashing lights like new years, f** it like who cares When the needles drop DJ cut that sh** – new sheers So get em up in space, if rap was a race When I'm spittin this written you wouldn't even be close to my pace No, f** Lex Luther, I'll be you're Kryptonite Girls tease and please on their knees when I grip the mic Cuz we those bros antagonists, you're whole crews lacking wit We know that you know that we know you can't handle sh** They call us pricks, dicks, they're so mean But the world loves its Villains just take a look at Sheen Cuz I'm always bi-winning, never shy women In my lining, it up is how I have been livin Spitting with my sibling, with this gift we have been givin Rising up to the top can't be stopped maaan we're driven Got bars - next century, yours are elementary Locked up – penitentiary for k**ing tracks in the 10th degree Call me a Rich Bro aka a villii-oonn Bring that fire-flame spit it hot degrees a millii-oonn Celsius, burning up girls' clothes you know they'll melt to this Every track a title match so I'mma take the belt with this [Cutting and Scratching] [Hook: Ross Rich] Getcha-your hand up, Getcha-ya, Getcha-your hand up Getcha-your hand up, Getch-ya, Getcha-your hand up Gota getcha-your hand up, raise your gla**es to the sky Gonna party all night or pa** out – so get ‘em high Getcha-your hand up, Getcha-ya, Getcha-your hand up Getcha-your hand up, Getch-ya, Getcha-your hand up Gota getcha-your hand up, raise your gla**es to the sky Gonna party all night or pa** out – so get ‘em high