作词 : Philip Adetumbi/Dimitri Roger/Owen Christopher Barto
 作曲 : Philip Adetumbi/Dimitri Roger/Owen Christopher Barto
SOMETHING FROM NOTHIN' （Ade/Rich The Kid
Lyrics by：Philip Adetumbi/Dimitri Roger/Owen Christopher Barto
Composed by：Philip Adetumbi/Dimitri Roger/Owen Christopher Barto
Uh uhuh huh
They like d**n what you been on
What you been on
I tell them nada throw my Prada low slip-on
Low slip-on
Don't be tryna let these n***as
Know my every move move
For that plottin'keep a
Clip it go benny boo
Give me room we at papi
In the back blowin'pack like it's hookah
Just had two cups of the yat shawty fat
Introduce her
What's good
Say she from Chicago and she model
For the gram
She do Fashion Nova products
Do Pilates when she can
Oh yeah
What's the plan let's be on the way
On the way
Call your friends don't call in today
Whoo
I been in my bag Ric Flair been the move
Probably somewhere where it's
Sunny need my shade to come through Ooh
In the sun sun made it out from night
Yeah yeah
For them hundreds hundreds moving out the Mayans
Yeah yeah
Now they know me know me
Tokyo to Tennessee
They know me
Same homies
Homies
Kept the same energy
Keep it one thousand now I operate
Hey
On my own tune never ride the wave
Hey
God says for me you know I'ma get it
Met Justine twice so the sky ain't the limit
I been saving for the coupe
Spent 6fixin'mama roof
I been in the booth spittin'
Writtens like a missing tooth
Why you bulls**tting your
B***h in my kitchen whippin'up
Youngin on a mission you want
Rich recognition listen up
What you been doin'
What
Rackin'stackin'flexing on purpose
Huh
Porsche swervin'she nervous
Yeah
Drop some racks in her Birkin
Racks
Ooh I gotta flex too
Too
50my neck boo
Fifty
Might run with a Tec too
Hrrah
My wrist is so cool
I got the money go double up
Double up
Broke n***a get your hustle up
Hustle up
These little n***as they can't f**k with us
F**k with us
Bentley truck I might mount it up
Skr skr skr
Nah don't want the fake love
Fake
I can't f**k with no scrub
Nah
Droppin'hundreds in the tub
What
Cut her off for the mud
Wit
In the sun sun made it out from night
Yeah yeah
For them hundreds hundreds moving out the Mayans
Yeah yeah
Now they know me know me
Tokyo to Tennessee
They know me
Same homies
Homies
Kept the same energy
Keep it one thousand now I operate
Hey
On my own tune never ride the wave
Hey
God says for me you know I'ma get it
Met Justine twice so the sky
Ain't the limit