Young Thug

Maserati

Young Thug ft. MPA Wicced

LETRA

Maserati Letra

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Finna murk them right here, Wicced)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah ([?])
Yeah, hey

Rich kid, I'm a rich kid
Boss bae, don't tell me what nobody
I thank God when I tell you they ain't fuckin' with
Real nigga, for my slime I'd do a life sentence
She ride that brand new Maserati-rati-rati
She ride that brand new Maserati-rati-rati
She ride that brand new Maserati-rati-rati
She ride that brand new Maserati
Oh, she got that

I want it, she got that
What she got, I want it
I want it, I want it
Whatever she got, I want it
Whatever she have, I want it
[?] then I want it
I want, I want, I want, I want it

Hey lady, I'm just lookin' for Mrs. Everything, yeah
So tonight I'm puttin' on every chain, yeah
Hundreds in my ears, my neck, my watch, my ring, yeah
Dr. Major, I'ma bring that pain, yeah
She like, 'Why you pour eights four?'
Please leggo my eggo
She like, 'Why you fuck fast?'
Hundred strokes, no cable
Fishtailin', no speedboats
She choke on my weed smoke
I call her I'ma be
Rich kid, I'm a rich kid
Boss bae, don't tell me what nobody
I thank God when I tell you they ain't fuckin' with
Real nigga, for my slime I'd do a life sentence
She ride that brand new Maserati-rati-rati
She ride that brand new Maserati-rati-rati
She ride that brand new Maserati-rati-rati
She ride that brand new Maserati
Oh, she got that

Rich kid, I'm a rich kid
Boss bae, don't tell me what nobody
I thank God when I tell you they ain't fuckin' with
Real nigga, for my slime I'd do a life sentence
She ride that brand new Maserati-rati-rati
She ride that brand new Maserati-rati-rati
She ride that brand new Maserati-rati-rati
She ride that brand new Maserati
Oh, she got that

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