Rihanna lyrics

[Hook: Hi-C]
Out the park, baby that's a home run
Feel like Rugrats, b*tch I'm smoking on Runtz
Girls just wanna have fun
Hi-C, I just want funds (Want them funds)
I'm just tryna stack them blue hunnids (Blue hunnids)
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[Intro: Diamondsonmydi*k]
Ah, ah
Ayy, ayy
What, what, Blood Rain Boys b*tch
(There's no turning back)

[Verse 1: Diamondsonmydi*k]
Uh, ayy
I'm smoking that gas b*tch I look like a Jap
You cuffing that b*tch, I just hit from the back
I pull up from front and I hop out the back
I can't trust these n*ggas, I ride with the Mac
I mix the demon blood with Applejack
If she talking back then that lil' b*tch get smacked
Pretty boy goon, yo b*tch had heart attack
Metal on my arm, just like I'm Jax
Think I'm Jet Li where I kicked in the trap
Evil grin, walking out with your pack
That n*gga never gon' see me again
Feeling Chinese like Jeremy Lin
Power up, watch that sh*t hit my skin
Naked b*tches right here in my den
She give me that neck, I bust on her chin
Hit ’em with uppercut now there's blood on my bapes
Young pretty boy demon, yo b*tch on the way
Soon as that b*tch get hit she get cracked like a safe
Pretty boy demon, her face I'ma paint
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, I know they gon' change
These lame n*ggas tryna run off with the wave
Pretty boy demon, these b*tches on me
You goofy lil' n*gga, y’all never be me, slatt
[?] give me that wet
Vampire gang, mixing blood with the Act
Shoot him up, blood on the wall like a plaque
f*cking yo b*tch in the trap, uh
f*cking yo b*tch in my trap, slatt
I gotta ride with the Mac, what?
I had to shoot off the head
[Verse 2: Hi-C]
Yuh
Alright (Alright)
Okay (Okay)
Alright (Alright)
Okay (Okay)
Alright (Alright)
Okay (Okay)
Alright (Alright)
Okay (Okay)
Bad yellow b*tch like Rihanna (Like Rihanna)
Told her we can f*ck all night if you wanna (If you wanna)
I just spilled the drink on my Dolce & Gabbana (Dolce & Gabbana)
On a shopping spree, girl let's f*ck up these commas
Ice on my wrist and it bite like piranha
I could f*ck yo b*tch lil' n*gga if I wanna
All this ice on me, got me feeling so anaemic
Feel like MJ, f*ck her once, tell her "Beat it"
Know she got a man, baby I can keep a secret
Shop till you drop, have a shopping spree at Nieman's
And my pockets fat, boy yo pockets is bulimic
Wanna meet Hi-C, then you gotta let the team hit
How the f*ck she make all that ass in them jeans fit?
Pull up in Hellcat and yo b*tch couldn't believe it
Hit it out the park, baby that's a home run
Feel like Rugrats, b*tch I'm smoking on Runtz
Girls just wanna have fun
Hi-C, I just want funds (Want them funds)
I'm just tryna stack them blue hunnids (Blue hunnids)
Watch them diamonds do they dance in my Audemar
Watch this choppa make him dance just like DDR
Pull up Panamera, this sh*t like a shooting star
Everything I am, foreign broad, foreign car
Throw her on the bed, got her screaming "f*ck me" (f*ck me)
Hi-C heartbreaker, I know it's hard to trust me (To trust me)
Say you nasty, girl you gotta show me (Ohh)
Yeah this sh*t [?] girl it's all or nothing (Ohh)
[Outro: Hi-C]
Oh baby (Oh baby)
Oh baby (Oh baby)
Oh baby (Oh baby)
Oh baby (Oh baby)
Oh baby (Oh baby)
Oh baby (Oh baby)
Hi-C