Rita

[Intro]
(pretti)

[Verse 1]
Shrooms in my body, this shit lookin' different
When she swing my way, she don't give no resistance, huh
We can talk about it, bae, give me your interests
I beat up the box, go inside her entrance
Fly to New York, just to link one time
World in my hands and my bitch is a dime
All that scamming shit don't make you rich, boy, you fried
Speaking from the bank, get this shit through the wire
(Haha)
Oh-oh, uh, hey (What-what)

[Chorus]
Huh, I just need to get my bread together 'fore I hop in
You said you don't want that nigga textin' you, just block him (Go 'head, block him)
It's so many options
Baby, you could call me prettifun, or Mr. Ten (Hey)
Either/or, yeah, it's up to you, uh, it depends (Slatt)
Seen the Lord, yeah, outside the booth, huh, I talked to him (Seen the Lord)
I'm important, huh, all my drip imported (Brr, yeah)
Nigga, your style boring
She Rita Ora, I think she foreign (Foreign)
I hit like bullseye, big money pourin'
She Rita Ora, baby, I know, huh (I know)
Dark red sprite, look like medicine flow, huh
Darkskin, lightskin, fuck I want 'em both
I got a 'Bnb, just knock on the door, huh
You ain't have my baby, I can not propose
World in my hands, I can make this shit glow

[Verse 2]
Goin' to Japan, pour a sake in my four, yeah
Cake is a lie, it ain't bakin' ho
Stay if you want, I'm still the GOAT (Still)
This Saint Laurent, ain't your average Joe
Huh, out in Piedmont, I don't like the snow, huh
Muscle Man, uh, need a Hi Five Ghost, huh
Stickin' to the path, nigga, it's a long road, huh
She had put ice on her pussy, this a long pole
They tryna get through to me, my heart is froze, huh
Don't know what she do to me, truthfully (Ooh)
Paper everywhere, this a loose-leaf, huh (Ooh)
Your shit drop in Nev-uary, I don't wanna hear it, huh (Ooh)
She rock Pelle Pelle and some Fendi season (Pelle Pelle)
Huh, go to LA-LA just to face my nina (LA-LA)
Huh, try to sell? No way I can go for treason (Ooh)
You wanna buy the beat? Okay, yeah, need some leasin' (Haha)
Yeah, ooh-ooh (Slatt, slatt)

[Chorus]
Huh, I just need to get my bread together 'fore I lock in (Slatt)
You said you don't want that nigga textin' you, just block him (Go 'head, block him)
It's so many options
Baby, you could call me prettifun, or Mr. Ten (Hey)
Either/or, yeah, it's up to you, uh, it depends (You)
Seen the Lord, yeah, outside the booth, huh, I talked to him (Seen the Lord)
I'm important, huh, all my drip imported (Brr, yeah)
Nigga, your style boring
She Rita Ora, I think she foreign (Foreign)
I hit like bullseye, this money pourin'
She Rita Ora, baby, I know, huh (I know)
Dark red sprite, look like medicine flow, huh
Darkskin, lightskin, fuck I want 'em both
I got a 'Bnb, just knock on the door, huh
You ain't have my baby, I can not propose
World in my hands, I can make this shit glow

[Outro]
Touch the sun, huh, baby we get up and touch the sun, huh
Baby you wan' go and touch the sun?
Baby, I know, just touch the sun
(Touch the sun, touch the sun)
(Touch the sun, touch the sun)
(Touch the sun, touch the sun)
(Touch the sun)