NoCap – Money Can’t Change Me (feat. Rich The Kid)

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NoCap – Money Can’t Change Me (feat. Rich The Kid) Lyrics

[Chorus: NoCap & Rich The Kid] Same niggas, no new [?] Blueface Rolex bussdown
Money can’t change me, I wore this shit here yesterday
Give him exit wounds, he lacking on the interstate
It ain’t nothing ’bout me basic, traphouse going crazy
My bitch she boujie, nothing basic
A quarter mil’ when I’m in Vegas (No cap)
They pull up they don’t leave no traces (Traces)
Givenchy these don’t got no laces

[Verse 1: NoCap] That house keep trapping but it’s vacant
Hate in the air they skydive
Nigga touch my chain it’s a shootout
She fucked around gave me neck, now I gotta bring the whole crew out
20 bad bitches but they lazy, one of these model bitches snuck some of my codeine (codeine)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Think this model bitch be tripping but her head right
The way she suck it had me stopping at the green light (Skrt skrt)
Still the same without this money, shit ain’t change
More baguettes up in the rollie, it ain’t plain
I’ve been touring, counting up them racks it don’t get boring
You ain’t never count a milli ’till the morning (’till the morning)
Momma told me stop the sipping, I keep pouring (pouring)

[Bridge: NoCap] She’ll take them percocets by the morning
Before the road I think my heart been touring, I’m still learning

[Chorus: NoCap & Rich The Kid] Same niggas, no new [?] Blueface Rolex bussdown
Money can’t change me, I wore this shit here yesterday
Give him exit wounds, he lacking on the interstate
It ain’t nothing ’bout me basic, traphouse going crazy
My bitch she boujie, nothing basic
A quarter mil’ when I’m in Vegas

[Outro: NoCap & Rich The Kid] 20 bad bitches but they lazy, one of these model bitches snuck some of my codeine
I been touring, counting up them racks it don’t get boring
You ain’t never count a milli ’till the morning
20 bad bitches but they lazy, one of these model bitches snuck some of my codeine
I been touring, counting up them racks it don’t get boring
You ain’t never count a milli ’till the morning