No Pressure lyrics - Rich The Kid (feat. Playboi Carti)

[Playboi Carti:]

Money on my dresser

Glock with compressor

I don't want no pressure

These niggas too extra

I come with the extra

I won't talk, won't text ya

Fuck yo bitch, won't text

I want top, no sex

Ridin' on top, no flex

Blue hunnids, I catch up

Blue hunnids, who racked up?

I'm running them racks up

You finally catch up

I'm tatted don't give no fuck

I'm picking out karats, ya

Them prices we tear it up

With gang and I air it out

With slime and I bang it up

We banging, no weighing up

It's red and we pour it up

My diamonds they glowing up

She waiting, she wanna fuck

Be patient, I'm counting up

Be patient, I'm whipping up

I touch- aye

I touch thots you can't touch

I touch guap you can't touch

I touch thots you can't touch

I touch- what

I touch guap you can't touch

Syrup in town, I just touched

Still po' drop-

Still po' drop, off that drop, off that mud

Still po' drop, still po' drop, what, ya

Still po' drop, in that drop, off the mud

Mounted up aye, and that 40 tucked

Money on my dresser

Glock with compressor

I don't want no pressure

These niggas too extra

I come with the extra

I won't talk, won't text ya

Fuck yo bitch, won't text

I want top, no sex

Ridin' on top, no flex

Blue hunnids, I catch up

Blue hunnids, who racked up?

I'm running them racks up

You finally catch up

I'm tatted don't give no fuck

I'm picking out karats, ya

Them prices we tear it up

[Rich The Kid:]

Riding on top I flex

I get the money mo' checks

Cash Carti crash the Rarri

Bitch she fucking on the molly

She give me top in that coupe

Riding round with the extra

50k on the necklace

I cum on that trick with no text

Bought some more chains, I'm flexin'

Don't fuck with you niggas, I'm counting my blessings

The sniper it come with compress

Walk in the mall and flex like a ref

Got out of jail bought a rolex

You niggas still flexin' like Bowflex

I hit the ho' with a switch-a-roo

She jump on the dick like a kangaroo

[Playboi Carti:]

Money on my dresser

Glock with compressor

I don't want no pressure

These niggas too extra

I come with the extra

I won't talk, won't text ya

Fuck yo bitch, won't text

I want top, no sex

Ridin' on top, no flex

Blue hunnids, I catch up

Blue hunnids, who racked up?

I'm running them racks up

You finally catch up

I'm tatted don't give no fuck

I'm picking out karats, ya

Them prices we tear it up