Rich The Kid and Post Malone - V12

V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Does she like me? I can tell

Is the Maybach a V12 or V6? (Or V6?)
Lil' bitch done seen the Rollie, now she seasick (the Rollie)
I want the neck, I want the head, I been fienin' (I been fienin')
I think she say she want a bag, go to Niemans (Niemans)
But I'ma go and tell the truth, lil' mama nasty
I can't give that bitch a dime, please don't ask me
It's Gucci, boy, this corduroy (corduroy)
Walk around with two chain, like I'm Tity Boi (like I'm Tity Boi)
Drinkin' out the bottle like I'm Diddy, boy
We pull up and kill the scene, nigga, it's a casket
When I went and cut the Lamb' truck, I had the 'matic
I just gave her one hit, now the bitch a addict
When I'm feelin' sad, I might buy a Patek
I can tell, she wanna fuck me with her friend as well
Hangin' out the roof like, "Fuck 12" (fuck 12)
I got too much money, I can't go to jail (go to jail)
Rich

It's alright (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)

V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Does she like me? I can tell

I can tell (I can tell)
If the money brand new just by the smell (by the smell)
Might buy the bitch a Benz or V12
They was closin' Barneys, had to Saks Fifth it
I'ma do the dash, I can't get a ticket (I can't get a ticket)
Oh, I think they like me (like me)
That's your girl? Then you better hold her tightly (tightly)
Better do the right thing, nigga, Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
If you boss up, then you can be just like me (like me)
You can cash out on a Maybach like me (me)
Bought a mansion and my bitch she look like Angeli' ('Li)
I was twelve, from my dad I had stole a V (V)
I went and pulled up on a foreign, I don't need a key
YSL
With the Louis, got Dior on my belt (on my belt)
Forgiato on the rims, used to tell
I ain't cappin', 'cause that's bad for your health

(Rich) it's alright (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)

V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Does she like me? I can tell

Written by:
Austin Richard Post, Dimitri Leslie Roger

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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