Rich The Kid - Plain Jane (Ft. Kanye West)

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[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Skip on the bounce go crazy

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I went straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She won't tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Only fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bitch)
Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
My pockets blue cheese, they guacamole (Yeah, yeah, mm)
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Bitch ain't mine, she owned by the streets
Going out sad, that can't be me
Pussy real good, but it come with a fee
He got a Lamb' but it come with a leasе
Look at my neck and wrist on fleek
Choppa with a sting like bumblebee


[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I wеnt straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She won't tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Only fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bitch)
Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
My pockets blue cheese, they guacamole (Yeah, yeah, mm)

[Post-Chorus: Kanye West]
Is it real? Is it?
Is it real? It can't be—
It can't be real, this can't be real
This can't be real, this can't be—

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
I'm shittin' on everybody (Yeah)
My first car, that was the Maserati (No cap)
Look at my wrist, that's factory
Plain probably cost two hundred, lowkey (Lowkey)
Baby mama tryna put the people on me
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[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I went straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She won't tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Only fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bitch)
Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
My pockets blue cheese, they guacamole (Yeah, yeah, mm)

[Post-Chorus: Kanye West]
Is it real? Is it?
Is it real? It can't be—
It can't be real, this can't be real
This can't be real, this can't be—

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
You wouldn't like me when I'm angry
'Lotta niggas wanna aim
And the slaves tryna hang me
Everything that they can't be
I don’t know, somethin’ changed me
Slave niggas tryna hang me
Where I be at mainly?
Nothin’
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I went straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She won't tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Only fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bitch)
Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
My pockets blue cheese, they guacamole (Yeah, yeah, mm)

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