Rita lyrics

[Intro]
(Pretti)

[Verse 1]
Jewels on my body, this sh*t lookin' different
When she swing my way, she don't give no resistance, huh
We can talk about it, bae, give me your interests
I beat up the box, go inside her entrance
Fly to New York, just to link one time
World in my hands and my b*tch is a dime
All that scamming sh*t don't make you rich, boy, you fried
Speaking from the bank, get this sh*t through the wire
(Haha)
Oh-oh, uh, hey (What-what)

[Chorus]
Huh, I just need to get my bread together ‘fore I hop in
You said you don't want that n*gga textin' you, just block him (Go 'head, block him)
It's so many options
Baby, you could call me Prettifun, or Mr. Ten (Hey)
Either/or, yeah, it's up to you, uh, it depends (Slatt)
Seen the Lord, yeah, outside the booth, huh, I talked to him (Seen the Lord)
I'm important, huh, all my drip imported (Brr, yeah)
n*gga, your style boring
She Rita Ora, I think she foreign (Foreign)
I hit like bullseye, big money pourin'
She Rita Ora, baby, I know, huh (I know)
Dark red sprite, look like medicine flow, huh
Darkskin, lightskin, f*ck I want 'em both
I got a 'Bnb, just knock on the door, huh
You ain't have my baby, I can not propose
World in my hands, I can make this sh*t glow
[Verse 2]
Goin' to Japan, pour a sake in my four, yeah
Cake is a lie, It ain't bakin' ho
Stay if you want, I'm still the GOAT (Still)
This Saint Laurent, ain't your average joe
Huh, out in Piedmont, I don't like the snow, huh
Muscle Man, uh, need a Hi Five Ghost, huh
Stickin' to the path, n*gga, it's a long road, huh
She had put ice on her pus*y, this a long pole
They tryna get through to me, my heart is froze, huh
Don't know what she do to me, truthfully (Ooh)
Paper everywhere, this a loose-leaf, huh (Ooh)
Your sh*t drop in Nev-uary, I don't wanna hear it, huh (Ooh)
She rock Pelle Pelle and some Fendi season (Pelle Pelle)
Huh, go to LA-LA just to face my nina (LA-LA)
Huh, try to sell? No way I can go for treason (Ooh)
You wanna buy the beat? Okay, yeah, need some leasin' (Haha)
Yeah, ooh-ooh (Slatt, slatt)

[Chorus]
Huh, I just need to get my bread together 'fore I lock in (Slatt)
You said you don't want that n*gga textin' you, just block him (Go 'head, block him)
It's so many options
Baby, you could call me Prettifun, or Mr. Ten (Hey)
Either/or, yeah, it's up to you, uh, it depends (You)
Seen the Lord, yeah, outside the booth, huh, I talked to him (Seen the Lord)
I'm important, huh, all my drip imported (Brr, yeah)
n*gga, your style boring
She Rita Ora, I think she foreign (Foreign)
I hit like bullseye, this money pourin'
She Rita Ora, baby, I know, huh (I know)
Dark red sprite, look like medicine flow, huh
Darkskin, lightskin, f*ck I want 'em both
I got a 'Bnb, just knock on the door, huh
You ain't have my baby, I can not propose
World in my hands, I can make this sh*t glow
[Outro]
Touch the sun, huh, baby we get up and touch the sun, huh
Baby you wan' go and touch the sun?
Baby, I know, just touch the sun
(Touch the sun, touch the sun)
(Touch the sun, touch the sun)
(Touch the sun, touch the sun)
(Touch the sun)