V12 The Hitman - Keep Doin' That (Rich b**h) lyrics

"Who this?" "Your rich b**h" [Intro: Rick Ross] This is for my rich b**hes Her puppy named Panamera Her puppy named Panamera She got a condo in the area Rich b**h, uh, yeah [Verse 1: Rick Ross] She stay at her friend's and all these b**hes is bad Watch them lick on each other, I'm talkin' p**y to a** Dope boy still at large, trackin' device on their car Tattoos on her arm, Double M diamond charms Chanel bag on her hip, Hermès bracelets and things Let her f** Meek Mill, told her keep chasin' her dreams Get the Lexus to flip, purple Texas to sip She make it rain like a n***a, we got more money to get Rich b**h, call her rich b**h Cause she f** with dope boys and can s** a good dick [Hook: R. Kelly] Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money (facts, facts, facts) Girl, you doin' somethin' to me (facts, facts) Hell yeah, keep doin' that, doin' that Keep doin' that, doin' that, ohh, oh yeah Keep doin' that, doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that [Verse 2: R. Kelly] I be feastin' on Tinder, she taste just like peaches Diamond-studded La Perla, that p**y's prestigious Yeah, she remind me of somethin' but that sh** ain't my Jeep Matchin' Bugattis, Versace sheets when we freak She be movin' that dough, quarter mil on her wrist Why you n***as be slippin'? This b**h is f**in' your b**h Saks Fifth, pop tags, Neiman Mar', pop tags Crocodile, python, that's a zoo on her bag She on the phone makin' deals, we gettin' them checks My Penelope Cruz, I let her meet my connects I f** her all on the marble, yeah, that girl is a freak She like comin' in money, she's the female me [Hook: R. Kelly] Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money (facts, facts, facts) Girl, you doin' somethin' to me (facts, facts) Hell yeah, keep doin' that, doin' that Keep doin' that, doin' that, ohh, oh yeah Keep doin' that, doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Room service for weeks, a Dusit towel on the beach She only wear panties once, then pa** it down to her niece Let's go shoppin' at Boca, sixty stuffed in the sofa Can't be tweetin' locations, she postin' pics from her yoga Never party with locals, n***as with them Boost Mobiles VIP with dope boys, the DJ shout out to Sosa Valet parkin' the Wraith, c**aine all on her face Her Rolex icy as mine, throw up my gang sign We goin' bottle for bottle, Belaire Rose to the Brut Rich b**h is her name and she Chanel to the boot Uh, I be droppin' so much, n***a My b**h shoppin' so much, n***a [Hook: R. Kelly] Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money (facts, facts, facts) Girl, you doin' somethin' to me (facts, facts) Hell yeah, keep doin' that, doin' that Keep doin' that, doin' that, ohh, oh yeah Keep doin' that, doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that