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Rich The Kid V12 (ft. Post Malone) (prod. Post Malone)
Love him or hate him, you can’t deny that Rich The Kid has earned his stripes as one of hip-hop’s most prolific artists, with his brand new Bossman album serving as proof of that very fact. And that’s only the first part of his new series, with Bossman 2 still in the works for whenever Rich deems an appropriate time. In a time in which scarcity feels like a looming threat, Rich’s flood-the-market approach feels generous in comparison. And what better way to to be a catalyst of good cheer than by lacing a wholesome collaboration with the Bud Light Baron himself, Post Malone?
Over a synth-heavy beat produced by none other than Posty himself, Rich operates comfortably in his wheelhouse — which is to say flexing, speculating on how best to raise his body camp, and indulging in the simple pleasures of material wealth. At this point, it’s what we came to see and Rich The Kid is a creature of habit. “Lil’ bitch done seen the Rollie, now she seasick,” he raps. “I want the neck, I want the head, I been fiending, I think she said she want a bag, go to Neimans.”
At this point, if you’re not on board it’s unlikely you ever will be. If Bossman has proven anything, it’s that Rich has established his formula and a laundry list of pals willing to hold it down in the co-pilot’s chair. Expect “V12” to ring out come summertime, when car engines simply rev different.
Rich The Kid – V12 (ft. Post Malone) (prod. Post Malone)
Lyrics
[Chorus: Post Malone]
V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin’, raise hell (Raise hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, woah, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin’, raise hell (Raise hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Damn, she like me, I can tell
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Is the Maybach a V12 or V6? (Skrrt)
Lil’ bitch done seen the Rollie, now she seasick (Bitch)
I want the neck, I want the head, I been fiendin’ (I been fiendin’)
I think she said she want a bag, go to Neimans
But I’ma go’n 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 chains 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 copped the Lam’ truck, I had to matte it
I just gave her one hit, now the bitch an 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
[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone & Rich The Kid]
So ride (In a V12)
Go ride (In a V12)
Go ride (In a V12)
Go ride (In a V12)
[Chorus: Post Malone]
V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin’, raise hell (Raise hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, woah, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin’, raise hell (Raise hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Damn, she like me, I can tell
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
I can tell (I can tell)
If the money brand new just by the smell (By the smell)
Might buy the bitch a Benz, a V12 (Skrrt)
They was closin’ Barneys, had to Saks Fifth it (Had to Saks Fifth it)
I’ma do the dash, I can’t get a ticket (I can’t get a ticket)
Ooh, 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)
Now when I up in a foreign, I don’t need a key
YSL (YSL)
With the Louis, got Dior on my belt (On my belt)
Forgiato on the rims, you can tell (You can tell)
I ain’t cappin’ ’cause that’s bad for your health (Health, Rich)
[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone & Rich The Kid]
So ride (In a V12)
Go ride (In a V12)
Go ride (In a V12)
Go ride (In a V12)
[Chorus: Post Malone]
V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin’, raise hell (Raise hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, woah, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin’, raise hell (Raise hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Damn, she like me, I can tell
