MADONNA & RIHANNA Lyrics – Rich Amiri

American singer, rapper, and lyricist “Rich Amiri” has released a brand-new song titled “MADONNA & RIHANNA”. Penned by Rich Amiri, Rio Leyva, and Taz Taylor, the song “MADONNA & RIHANNA” was produced by Rich Amiri, Rio Leyva, and Taz Taylor.

MADONNA & RIHANNA Lyrics By Rich Amiri

Ayy
Right When I Hop Off A Jet, I’ma Take A Patek,
I’ma Flood It With Diamonds (With Diamonds)
Wrist Water, Stones Blindin’, Can’t Even Tell What The Time Is (What The Time Is)
Bad Lil’ White Ho Look Like Madonna, Black Ho Look Like Rihanna, Uh (Oh Yeah)
Shippin’ Them Birds Over The Sea, Then I Go Jump In A Charter, Uh (Okay)
Please Don’t Think You Fu*kin’ On Me Without Fu*kin’ My Gang Too, Uh (Gang Too)
Go ‘head, Come Up Out Yo’ Funds, We Takin’ Yo’ Chain Too, Huh (Chain Too)
I’m In A Svj, It’s Red, It’s Blue, It Look Like A Bruise, Uh
I’m In The 404 With A Bad-A*s B!tch From The 352, Yeah (352)

You Would’ve Thought It Was Nascar
The Way I’m Swervin’ The Coupe, Uh (Swervin’ The Coupe)
You Would’ve Thought It Was Nascar
The Way I’m Swervin’ The Coupe, Uh (Swervin’ The Coupe)
Stick And Move, Yeah, 12 Ain’t Catchin’ Nothin’, Uh (For Real)
I Ain’t Duckin’ Smoke, No Way, Light Up The Function
I Got A Fever, Where The Red At?
Where The Fu*k My Meds At? (Meds At)
Pu*sy Tried To Step Back
I’m Gon’ Push His Set Back (Set Back)
Met The B!tch Last Week, She Talkin’ ’bout Money,
Go ‘head, Dead That (Dead)
Rounds Up In The Clip, It Hold A Hundred, Yeah (Catch That, Pssh)
Pat Mahomes, I’m Throwin’ The Bomb
Free My Partners Up Out The Slammer (Ooh)
Whippin’ White, That Good Alabama (Huh)
I Fu*k Her Face And Took Her To Denim (Huh)
Nigga A Troll, He Think Shit All Jokes,
But Really, I Wanna Kill Him (Huh)
I’m A Real Dope Dealer,
I’m A Real Fashion Spiller (I’ll Kill Him)

Ayy
Right When I Hop Off A Jet, I’ma Take A Patek,
I’ma Flood It With Diamonds (With Diamonds)
Wrist Water, Stones Blindin’,
Can’t Even Tell What The Time Is (What The Time Is)
Bad Lil’ White Ho Look Like Madonna,
Black Ho Look Like Rihanna, Uh (Oh Yeah)
Shippin’ Them Birds Over The Sea,
Then I Go Jump In A Charter, Uh (Okay)
Please Don’t Think You Fu*kin’ On Me Without Fu*kin’ My Gang Too, Uh (Gang Too)
Go ‘head, Come Up Out Yo’ Funds, We Takin’ Yo’ Chain Too, Huh (Chain Too)
I’m In A Svj, It’s Red, It’s Blue, It Look Like A Bruise, Uh
I’m In The 404 With A Bad-A*s B!tch From The 352, Uh (352)

I Told My Partner, “Don’t Crash Out”
You Know What? Fu*k It, Let’s Do It, Uh
We So Up-Up On The Opps,
Them Boys Gettin’ Swept Like A Broom, Uh (Okay)
We Extortin’ Niggas, Pull Up,
Like Come Pay Your Dues, Uh (Oh, My God)
She Take One Look At My Jewels,
Bet That B!tch Gon’ Choose (B!tch Gon’ Choose)